"She Came to Listen to My Concert"

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It was rumored that Ethan Sutton’s breakout song, “Little Silkworm Classmate,” was written for his first love—deeply moving and unforgettable.

A friend, knowing that William Brooks and Ethan Sutton were high school classmates, came gossiping: Do you know who his first love was?

William Brooks shook her head: No idea, probably not from our school.

One day, the long-silent class group chat suddenly became lively, with everyone discussing how the superstar classmate Ethan Sutton had his account hacked.

An old classmate privately messaged William Brooks to complain: Thanks to this hacker, I just found out my note in Ethan Sutton’s QQ is “Row 5, Seat 6.” What about you?

William Brooks couldn’t help but laugh, and opened her long-unused QQ, only to find the same message.

Ethan Sutton: Little Silkworm Classmate, summer break job, easy money—earn 500 yuan a day! Add me on WeChat: JzB1551

#Huh? Am I the superstar’s ordinary first love?#

*Reunion after a long separation, secret crush comes true

*Celebrity vs. ordinary person, no real-life prototypes

*Daily updates, every evening at six

*Title inspired by Jacky Cheung’s “She Came to Listen to My Concert”

Content tags: Golden Boy, Industry Elite, Sweet Story

Search keywords: Main characters: William Brooks, Ethan Sutton┃Supporting characters:┃Others:

One-sentence summary: Huh? Am I the superstar’s ordinary first love?

Theme: No matter how beautiful others are, they can’t compare to your uniqueness

Work Review:

In his youth, Ethan Sutton secretly loved the most dazzling girl in school, William Brooks, but his inferiority complex from his upbringing kept him from expressing it, so he silently watched as William Brooks ended up with the golden boy. Years later, Ethan Sutton became a star thanks to his original song “Little Silkworm Classmate,” while William Brooks became an unremarkable elementary school teacher. By chance, William Brooks mistakenly thought a student in her class was Ethan Sutton’s son, leading to their reunion and renewed connection.

Chapter 1

A gust of autumn wind and fine rain swept a few withered leaves from the branches and blew away the last traces of summer warmth.

Children ran wild, chasing and playing in the classrooms and hallways.

The office was separated from the teaching building by a long corridor, but it couldn’t block out the noisy commotion.

William Brooks finally finished grading yesterday’s homework. She put down her red pen and picked up a colored pencil, ready to trace the template for the class newsletter.

She had just written two characters when a little girl burst into the office, crying, “Teacher! Michael Bolton pulled my hair!”

William Brooks sighed, reached out to pat the back of the little girl’s head, and looked back to see a chubby little boy peeking in from the office doorway.

When he saw William Brooks looking over, he immediately turned to run.

“Michael Bolton, come in.”

She said in a low voice.

Michael Bolton had no choice but to come in, hands behind his back, shuffling awkwardly.

Before William Brooks could say anything, just one look from her made him confess in fear: “Teacher, I didn’t pull hard!”

“You did pull hard!” the little girl said, wiping her tears. “My mom braided my hair, and you messed it up!”

“I—I was just joking.”

“Wuwuwu…”

“Zhihao.”

William Brooks beckoned him over, signaling him to come closer. “You hurt your classmate, and you can’t make jokes that others don’t like, understand?”

Michael Bolton kept his hands behind his back and hung his head. “I understand.”

“So what should you do now?”

Michael Bolton pouted, turned around, and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Wuwu, it’s o-okay.”

William Brooks: “Then shake hands, okay? Remember to be united and friendly from now on.”

Seeing the two chubby little hands clasp together, William Brooks forced a smile. “Go back to class now. It’s raining outside, don’t go out and get wet.”

After the two children left, William Brooks tidied her hair and bent over to continue working on the class newsletter.

Two minutes later.

“Teacher! Teacher! Edward Sutton and David Foster are fighting!”

Crack.

The colored pencil in William Brooks’s hand snapped in two.

Who would have thought, in just twenty-five minutes of recess, this was already the fifth student to come and complain.

If it wasn’t about snatching things, it was about arguing.

After the arguments, there would be a fight.

In these ten days as acting homeroom teacher, William Brooks felt like she’d lost ten years of her life.

And if nothing unexpected happened, she’d have to keep substituting for another three months.