Much of the knowledge taught at the Boston Conservatory of Music is traditional music history, and the subjects are tainted with this tradition. Brass, guitar, harp, percussion, xylophone, and more. Of course, these are all majors, and while studying these, you will also learn some knowledge about music theory.

Quanbaolan itself does not have any advantages in musical instruments, and it still comes in through the back door, and the only thing that can be used is his talent and potential. So she wisely chose to study both music and art performance, and the rest was more simple instruments and opera.

Although she has abandoned the stage of the fastest progress, she has a good foundation, and may have inherited her father's talent as a singer. She learned very quickly in singing and music theory, but she made slow progress in performing arts and composition.

In half a year, she also figured out the reason why she made slow progress, very simple! Her knowledge is too narrow. Music is a thing that does require talent, but it is more of a reserve of knowledge and an expression of life perception. You don't see the top repertoire that can be circulated in the world, all of them have their own unique spiritual fields, as well as commonalities that can cross racial and cultural barriers.

So in order to be able to increase her reserves and understand more life, she found a very stupid way to exercise herself, that is, reading novels...... Watching movies and operas, as long as it carries something storytelling, she will use it.

"It's weird!" Quan Baolan sat in the gazebo in the school, closed the brown cover book in his hand, frowned and muttered: "Ji Xie is only thirteen years old, where did he get so many insights." ”

That's right, she watched the European and American version of "A Song of Ice and Fire" from "Rights and Power", both written by Citrine. Although South Korea has not made any publicity, it has spread the identity of Citrine in Europe and the United States, an epic European and American conspiracy novel written by Asians.

The depiction of the medieval aristocracy in Europe and the United States, as well as the interpretation of power schemes, plus some fantasy colors mixed in it, spread in Europe and the United States in a short period of time. Although it has not yet completely exploded, in the minds of some Europeans and Americans who have become fans of the book, the world described in this book is the Middle Ages they yearn for.

And Quanbaolan is not European and American, so naturally I don't have so many feelings about these. She looks at the story, the characterization, and the deep meaning of everything in it. For example, the book begins with the murder of the former prime minister, revealing the Lannisters' conspiracy against the Iron Throne......

It involves kings, bastards, rebels, friendships, friendships, friendships, and so on, and perhaps people in their twenties can indeed write this kind of thing like real history through reading a lot of books and studying it with their own talents. But Park Ji-sub is only thirteen years old, but he can use words to express this kind of power plot that seems to be full of suspense.

After thinking about it for a while, Quan Baolan had no choice but to give up. Maybe she walked into Park Ji-sub's heart, but she didn't have the confidence to say that she knew Park Ji-sub completely. But another thing is that she is a little embarrassed, and in this "A Song of Ice and Fire", there are many descriptions of those shameful things.

Others don't know the details of the author, and European and American culture itself is like this, so there is no mustard, but Quan Baolan is ashamed and resentful. She found that the little kid she used to spoil was probably not ignorant of things between men and women, but deliberately taking advantage of her.

"Stinky guy, when I go back, I must fix you properly." Quan Baolan rubbed his face with a bit of baby fat, muttered a word, and then put the book in his bag, took out a camera and began to take a selfie.

Or rather, it's not a selfie, but a record of your own life.

A few days later, Quan Baolan walked out of the photo studio, and after politely saying goodbye to the owner, she began to look through the photos of the past few days with great interest. Only this time there was another paranormal event, and the mask boy from last month appeared in the photo again. Although the other party is always in a crowded place, or in a dead corner of the camera, Quanbaolan is not a professional videographer, she will occasionally make continuous shooting moves, and then pick out the good ones to collect.

"Is it him again, is it a student at our school?" Quan Baolan pursed her lips and muttered.

If the other party is not Asian, and with black hair, maybe all the blue will not notice the other party. But there are only a few Asian students at the school, and everyone has seen each other, plus this guy looks like he is underage.

"Strange guy!" Quan Baolan threw the sense of immediacy out of his mind, and selected a few particularly good photos to put into an album marked with November life......

"Is it All-Sapphire XI?"

The sudden sound startled Quan Baolan, who was walking with her head down, and the familiar Korean language made her think for a moment. I saw her cute childlike face first become a ball, and then stretched out into curiosity and vigilance.

"Is there something wrong?" Quan Baolan took a step back and asked briefly.

South Koreans don't have a good reputation abroad, and many of the organ dealers are of Korean descent. And these creatures whose personalities have been corrupted by money don't care if you're a fellow citizen or not.

"Hello, my name is Li Tingyu, and I am also an agent." The man didn't care about Quan Baolan's vigilance, took out a business card from his arms and put it in front of Quan Baolan and said, "May I ask if you have time now, there is something I want to talk to you about Quan Baolan." ”

"Broker?" Quan Baolan's eyes froze, and she carefully took the business card and quickly glanced at it.

The address, phone number, and name are all printed on it, but the vigilance of Quanbao Blue has not diminished. still looked at Li Tingyu with scrutinizing eyes, considering how to refuse.

"Hey, it's really the same as Teacher Li Shanji said, he has the same personality as a rabbit, and he is very good."

Perceiving Quan Baolan's expression, Li Tingyu instantly understood the other party's thoughts, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said frankly.

Hearing this, Quan Baolan was stunned, and the vigilance in his eyes slowly disappeared. She smacked her lips and said lightly: "Please, next time I will explain my identity directly, I have very important people waiting for me in Korea, so I will not allow myself to have any accidents." ”

"Understood, I was abrupt this time." Li Tingyu apologized very gentlemanly, and then made an inviting gesture and said: "So now, can Quanbao Blue XI go to the café with me to talk, this is something that Teacher Li Shanji asked." ”

Quan Baolan nodded, she had friends at Boston College, but she never revealed her relationship with Li Shanji. So...... In the United States, the people who can come to her in the name of Lee Sun-hee are basically not bad people.