The May sun is hanging in the sky, the crowd makes the whole city much hotter than the temperature broadcast in the weather forecast, the streets are full of white thighs, light-colored camisole is soaked with sweat, outlining beautiful arcs, and the hair is scattered and the breeze is light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoOn campus, young and lively students pass by in front of the car with their shoulders on their backs, and people on the outsider will envy these carefree students, but for Wang Ming, he has already had enough of school. The colored glasses of his classmates and the disdain of his teachers made him tired of going to school after losing his parents and being raised by his uncle.

After talking to Dongfang Ming, Wang Ming, who felt that time was pressing, had to spend money to hire a professional team from the Southern Conservatory of Music to accompany the song. The Southern Conservatory of Music is one of the top music schools in the country with a strong faculty. They have a variety of musical instruments and supporting disciplines, spanning more than 100 majors and nearly 50,000 students. The large sports field located at the back of the school can hold a large-scale concert of 30,000 people, and their equipment and related personnel are considered to be the top level of the demon capital, and the opposite is that they ask for a very high price, but now time is the most important thing.

After talking with the other party yesterday, Wang Ming sent the score, and it was ready for the other party in less than a day: "It's worth spending a lot of money, this efficiency is fast." ”

"Do you think they're going to leak the songs?"

Yue Qianyin, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was a little worried.

"No, only their principal and the head of the composition department know about this, and their team has scored many celebrities, including some top-notch songs, and the score I handed in is not up to this level, and they will never make a small move for my song. Wang Ming replied with a chuckle, he was not worried about the leakage of the song. The Southern Conservatory of Music is a university that has been established for nearly 100 years, and they will not sell their century-old reputation for a small profit. Although the song "one.more.time, one.more.chance" is very good, it is worth 100,000 yuan according to the market price, and the other episodes and BGM together will not exceed 50,000 yuan.

At this time, an old man with reading glasses was enjoying the performance of his closed disciple. There was a middle-aged man standing beside him, with a shiny head, it was estimated that even mosquitoes would feel slippery when they landed, but this person was the famous Yao Shen in the country, and he responded to the sentence - "I am bald and stronger." And the reason why Yao Shen failed to reach the top of the music industry is simple, because he still has a little hair on his head...... Not strong enough.

Not far from the two of them was a handmade brown wooden Steinway grand piano, where a young girl in red sat playing, her white fingers darting on the keys, and the sound of tinkling and ding-dong.

"What do you mean, Headmaster?"

"Charter, don't pretend to be confused, I mean to accept him as a student of the academy, he is just 16 years old, such a young child, such a high musical talent, it is a pity to give up his studies. ”

Yao Xianzhang knows that the principal has moved his heart to cherish talents, from the tutor of the composition department 20 years ago to the current president of the college, his status as a tutor is improving, but his pure heart has never changed. The 20 years that he has been following the teacher have made him know his teacher's character well. Mentor he is a soft-eared person who cherishes talents, when he sees some children from poor families, but whenever the other party has a little musical talent, he has to pull into the academy to cultivate carefully, doesn't the tutor know that the current music industry is not something that the poor can afford to play? Sometimes Yao Xianzhang feels that the tutor's approach is wrong, but as a student, shouldn't he clean up the aftermath for the tutor? Therefore, Yao Xianzhang will generally absorb these people into the composition department, providing the same platform for all students to be impartial, and what they can learn after that depends on their own understanding and perseverance. As for the future achievements of these people, it all depends on the degree of personal cultivation and hard work, and his behavior has also caused the composition department, which originally had only twenty or thirty people in each class, to have an extra class......

"But the headmaster, that kid is not only a composer, but also a cartoonist, a screenwriter, and a lover of novels. Saying that, Yao Xianzhang said with some contempt: "He said in the newspaper that what he wants to do is two-dimensional related, so I don't think he has any intention of developing in songs." ”

After the song was played, the girl in red got up and stood beside the principal, quietly, without saying a word, the old principal smiled at her to show her appreciation, and then said lightly: "Charter, you are old and confused, right? And that princess, isn't it all good, although these songs are not orthodox academics, but because of this, it shows that his talent is high, it's a pity that such a child doesn't learn music. ”

Although he is respectfully called Yao Shen outside, he doesn't dare to put on a score here with his teacher. Whether it was the fact that his mentor had taken him away from the orphanage, or whether it was his mentor's connections all over the world, he had to respect the unattractive old man in front of him.

The principal's name is Liu Liang, and he is the founder of the rise of modern music in the Dragon Kingdom.

"Okay," Yao Xianzhang nodded, and said, "Then open the third performance classroom, how about calling the Chaoming Orchestra to score for him?"

"Well," Liu Liang said to the red-clothed girl beside him, "Xue Yi, help me up, let's go to the third performance classroom together." ”

"Hmm. ”

When Wang Ming and Yue Qianyin came to the third performance classroom, they saw such a scene. On stage, the Chaoming Orchestra is sitting in their respective positions to tune up their instruments, and in the most prominent position on the stage is a piano with the same sign as their own, the Steinway & Sons brand. It was the first time for Wang Ming to play in such a situation, but fortunately, there seemed to be no audience in the audience, so he took a deep breath and suppressed the tension in his heart.

Yue Qianyin went backstage to rehearse, while Wang Ming sat in front of the piano. After understanding the tone of the piano, he motioned for a start.

After Liu Liang sat down in the front row, he saw that Wang Ming showed this unique skill, and joked with a smile: "Yo, the posture is quite professional." ”

Yao Xianzhang nodded beside him, "Indeed, this hand proves that he has practiced the piano for at least a few years, otherwise he would not be so proficient." ”

Wang Ming played on the stage to his heart's content, but the two of them talked about Wang Ming happily, but the voice went down, He Xueyi next to her closed her eyes, her fingers moved gently according to the sound and rhythm of the piano, as if all the sounds were filtered out, only the piano sound was left in her ears, Wang Ming was fast, Wang Ming was slow, she was slow, and there was a constant speed gap between the two, she was like a repeater, copying all Wang Ming's movements, and after Wang Ming finished playing the song, she also engraved this song in her mind.

At the end of the song, Yao Xianzhang and Liu Liang stood up and applauded Wang Ming. The applause of the two people seemed a little sparse in this performance classroom that can accommodate thousands of people, Wang Ming glanced here, and when he saw the girl in red who stood up and said nothing, he felt a hint of provocation flash in the other party's eyes, Wang Ming smiled lightly, ignored it, and retracted his gaze to discuss the next song with the orchestra.