Two days later, Chang'an Conservatory of Music took the third entrance examination in the fall.

Wu Jiaren, Mo Zhiyin, Ma Mengyao, Zhang Liyijia...... All of them successfully passed the test and became the 2001 autumn freshman of Chang'an Conservatory of Music.

And it was on this day that Chen Mo and the well-known Professor Du Fengqi met face-to-face for the first time.

Actually, it can only be regarded as a chance encounter.

God knows that it has been falsely rumored to be "Teacher Chen Mo of Virtue and Art Shuangxin is good at cultivating people, and whoever he teaches can enter the Changyin Academy!" "The news spread so fast!

and Xiao Mo Xiaowu and others, from the moment they walked into the door of Chang'an Conservatory of Music, Chen Mo enjoyed a warmer welcome than the square dance uncles and aunts, and everyone rushed to ask questions with smiles -

"Teacher Chen, your class is not full yet, right?"

"Mr. Chen, how much is your registration fee? If you give me a word, it's no problem! ”

"Teacher Chen, my child has a special talent, but he accidentally failed the exam this year, do you want to see if I can study with you for a while next year?"

"Teacher Chen, do you teach opera?"

"Teacher Chen, Teacher Chen, this is my child's audio tape. Listen to it, it's guaranteed to be a highlight! ”

I don't know this, I still think that Chen Mo is the biggest professor of Chang'an Conservatory of Music, or simply the first-class existence of the dean!

However, Chen Mo is not Professor Chen, and he doesn't plan to be all over the world, so he can only hide as far as he can.

There is an artificial lake called "Bubo Lake" in Chang'an Conservatory of Music, weeping willows are planted all over the lake, half of the lake is connected with lotus leaves, half of the lake is rippling and clear, and there are 10,000 koi chasing and frolicking in the lake, which is the first-class scenery in the college.

Chen Mo likes to look at the scenery, and after a walk, he naturally slipped to the shore of Bubo Lake, and then he saw Du Fengqi squatting on a lying cow-shaped rain flower stone, holding a purple bamboo fishing rod and fishing for koi in the lake.

Well, in fact, the reason why Chen Mo noticed Du Fengqi for the first time was that at most three steps away from Du Fengqi, a sign with red letters and a white background was suddenly erected - "Fishing is strictly prohibited in this lake!" ”

It hasn't been too long since the unveiling of "The God of Masquerade" was exposed, which made Chen Mo easily recognize Du Fengqi.

It's just that when Chen Meng showed Du Fengqi, Du Fengqi also recognized him, and seeing Chen Mo looking at him with curiosity, Du Fengqi pointed to Chen Mo next to him and asked, "Coming?" Then let's sit down and talk. ”

Uh-huh?

What does this mean, could it be that this Professor Du University will take Zhuge Liang's pre-horse class, and he can pinch and calculate, and he has long expected that we will come to this Bubo Lake?

Professor Du's words somewhat frightened Chen Mo, after all, he had already experienced such an unscientific thing as soul piercing, so if there was really a strange thing in this world, Chen Mo would really not be able to stick to the materialist worldview.

"Professor Du, how did you know I was going to pass through here?"

Chen Mo walked up to Du Fengqi, and didn't sit down, but just asked.

"Jiang Taigong is just fishing, and there will always be fish hitting the hook after fishing for a long time." Du Fengqi smiled, and then pointed to his side again and said: "Sit down, sit down, I'm not used to talking to a standing person when I'm sitting, I always feel that that person is identifying me with a look full of superiority, is it possible that you kid is also that kind of vulgar goods?" ”

When it came to this, Chen Mo could not stand anywhere, so he could only sit down quickly.

And this good attitude made Professor Du Da nod with satisfaction, so he didn't care that the fishing rod was being dragged by the fish under the water, but tilted his head comfortably and asked Chen Moju: "Actually, the so-called your brother Dabai is also your little black, right?" ”

Chen Mo, who was seen through, didn't think it was strange, after all, he hadn't done too much to cover up, and if he really wanted to check, it was easy to find out that the little black and the big white were really two sides of the same coin.

"At the beginning, Professor Du, you spoke up, otherwise Da Bai would have been scolded as a dog by the time of "Worried"."

Chen Mo admitted in disguise.

"You don't have to thank me, you don't have to be arrogant, and you don't have anything to say what is righteous. There are some things, unless they don't happen in my sight, it's impossible for me to sit back and watch the pearl in the dust, your song "Worried" is very interesting, I just told the truth and was accidentally listened to by a reporter with sharp ears. ”

Du Fengqi waved his hand and sent Chen Mo's thank you back.

"It's your business whether you accept the thank you or not, and whether I thank you or not is my business, and it doesn't really have much to do with the two things, does it?"

Chen Mo did not blindly follow the authoritative statement, and still insisted on his views.

"Oh? Well...... Hehe, this is a little interesting, a little interesting! That's it, then we'll take care of each other! But now, I'm even more determined to think about it—"

Du Fengqi was puzzled for a moment at first, and then laughed, Chen Mo had really never heard of this kind of statement, which made him feel quite fresh and at the same time felt that Chen Mo had a very good personality.

"Are you interested in coming to our college as a visiting professor?"

Before Chen Mo asked suspiciously, Du Fengqi took the initiative to say again.

What? Visiting professor?!

Isn't Chang'an Conservatory of Music the top music school in China? Visiting professors are so worthless?

Chen Mo's first thought was like this.

It's really not that Chen Mo is arrogant, but he knows his situation very well, and if he seriously calculates that he has entered the singer-songwriting circle in this parallel world, it is only this month.

Although in the past few months, Chen Mo has indeed risen like a comet and accumulated a lot of fame, and even the album records have been released and sold well, but ...... So what?

There is an idiom called deep roots and Ye Mao, Chen Mo is now almost a typical example of Ye Mao's extremely shallow roots, and he has not been questioned and suppressed too much until now, so he is really lucky, so it is the last word to slowly cultivate deep roots in a low-key way, and at this time, he went to Chang'an Conservatory of Music as a visiting professor in a high-profile manner......

Well, Chen Mo realized that his professional knowledge was absolutely enough, and Teacher Chen's stick education method was also able to cultivate talents, but besides himself, would there be any ordinary person who would think so?

Du Fengqi Du Da Professor?

This blatant fishing under a no-fishing sign is obviously a maverick rare breed, and it can't be counted as an ordinary person.

"Thank you, Professor Du, for your attention, but I really can't agree to this."

Chen Mo refused, he had no intention of causing unnecessary trouble.

"And what do you want to do?"

Du Fengqi didn't persuade again, but just asked again.

"I want to sing and sing to more people."

Chen Mo replied very sincerely.

"It's simple and easy, I happen to have a recommended quota for "Kamen Song God" in my hand, so I'll give it to you!"

When he said these words to Chen Mo, Professor Du Fengqi and Professor Du immediately took out a mobile phone from his pocket that cost no more than 200 yuan, and beeped a button.

"Zhao Jinjiang? I, Du Fengqi, recommend a substitute for your show......"

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Killed at 7 o'clock, the author finally coded a chapter for an hour and a half, and the speed was a little proud.

It's a pity, go to the Sanjiang page to take a look at the data of the Sanjiang ticket...... Grief has flowed backwards, allowing the author to think quietly for a while.