The old dean who had played Ma Wei proudly raised his longevity eyebrows and the two white beards at the corners of his mouth, and happily received Bai Chan's praise, and then said with a somewhat reassuring smile:

"It's good to know, the water in the entertainment industry is so deep, I'm really afraid that you will become arrogant and shallow because of this reputation. But you don't have to underestimate your current influence, if you follow the current form, step by step, step by step, sooner or later you will become famous all over the world! As for your clumsy sycophant, you might as well keep it for your happy mother! ”

Bai Chan listened to the old man's encouragement and ridicule, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he smiled stupidly.

The old dean seemed to have a long talk with him, got up and stood up because of the old man's slightly hunched body, took some old camellia that was hidden a little privately, and motioned to Bai Chan, who came over to help, to sit alone. The young man always has an impetuous energy on him, and the tea he brews has no taste, and he is blind to his treasures. He neatly completed the three steps of boiling water, washing tea, and stuffing tea, and poured it for Bai Chan and himself.

Holding the hot tea, he motioned to Bai Chan not to be polite, and began to pour bitter water with Bai Chan.

"Look at it, the old man's phone here has been blown up by your kid's trouble. Many media called the school to interview you, and some went directly to the school to be chased back by me. There have been no less than 20 well-known record companies calling to ask if you would like to go to their company, and I don't know how many students envy you when you talk about the treatment and chips you give one by one. There are also many stars who have walked out of this school and entered the entertainment industry, well, they can be regarded as your seniors, and they asked one by one who created the song and whether they planned to sell the singing copyright. Hey, dig into the corners of your own house, it's really their luck! ”

In a slightly mocking tone, the old man reprimanded the students who had made him quite happy. It seemed that he had said a little too much in one breath, and he took a sip of hot tea and leisurely tasted his own craftsmanship, which he didn't know how to do, quite intoxicated.

When Bai Chan heard this, he thought about the situation, which was almost what the old dean said, and he was very grateful to the old man for helping him block those factors that would affect his current reluctant life and the next decision. Having already made up his mind, he said calmly and proudly:

"I won't be in contact with those companies and media for the time being, and I don't need media exposure for the time being. As for those companies, don't look at what they say now, I don't know what contracts to give when the time comes, and I don't bother to meet them one by one. As for that song, I'm sure I won't transfer it, after all, it's my first original song, and it's very memorable. And in my opinion, I am good enough to perform this song perfectly, and I don't have to work hard for others! ”

In his previous life, he saw a lot of grievances and grievances caused by a good song, and once he opened his mouth now and asked others to get money in exchange for the singing rights of this song, he didn't know how many moths there would be next, and even offended many people. He knows that the gains will outweigh the losses, and he can sing by himself, so why bother.

It's just that Bai Chan didn't know how much impact his words had on the originally calm and leisurely old principal.

I saw the old man's old eyes glare, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes. At the same time, with a pop, the hot tea that was originally in his mouth and still had tea foam sprayed Bai Chan's face and the desk in front of him, and then coughed fiercely as if he was angry! The voice was a heart-rending cough, and Bai Chan was a little distressed when he saw it, and after wiping a handful of tea with saliva and tea stalks on his face, he hurriedly ran over to help the old man get by, if he let this old man who was thinking about him have something to do, how could he get by in his heart! At this moment, the old dean who was coughing turned around with his eyes staring, with a strange expression on his face because of shock, stretched out a finger and pointed at Bai Chan, wanting to say something, but because he coughed badly, he couldn't say anything, so that his old face turned red, and Bai Chan was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to help beat his back.

You must know that from yesterday to today, countless people in the media and music circles have praised the original creator of this song, whether it is composing and arranging, or writing lyrics.

Liu Huan, a dignified singer-songwriter, can now be called a palace-level figure in the field of popular singing, and he can be regarded as an authoritative musician among his younger generations. Even he called the original author of this song the founder of modern folk songs in our country, which can be called the new life and hope of folk songs.

The lyrics of the song are concise and atmospheric, and the difficult to control Chinese completely meets the rhythm and melody requirements of word output, rhyme, and sound closing. The meaning of the words itself perfectly interprets the great love and hatred of the Chinese people engraved in their bones, and even the short lyrics of Guò evoke the thirst for the strength of the motherland in the blood of hundreds of millions of Chinese people, and feel glorious for the backbone of the Chinese nation that is still standing proudly in the tenacity.

A song, directly crowned with a great title of the entire nation's 1.3 billion people, there is the descendant of the dragon, as if because of this song, the dragon that the ancestors fantasized about creating zào five years ago and began to regard as a totem really came to life, watching her children step by step towards the top of the world's nation.

If such a lyricist does not have a deep and tragic love for the nation, if he does not have a deep musical foundation, if he does not have a good literary quality, how can he achieve such a song that fits the music?

Now, this hairy boy who is only 20 years old now, his beard has not grown yet, and he is not even a composition student, so he has completed his creation at the half-baked level of elective courses he has studied for a few days? Are you kidding! Does this stinky boy deserve all these praises!

The old man, who was just relieved, looked at Bai Chan's natural appearance, and still couldn't believe it, he blew his white beard and asked:

"Stinky boy, you sue me, you really did it, and you wrote the lyrics? Didn't your mother give it to you or some other old thing that looked at you nicely? ”

Seeing the old man's reasonable questioning, Bai Chan was a little embarrassed, after all, with his straightforward and honest character, it was difficult to truly take the things that these predecessors had worked hard to create in his previous life as his own without baggage. But if he doesn't do it now, who can remake such a classic song that has not yet appeared?

So, once again, I firmly want to treat these songs as a kind of inheritance, so that these good music can be inherited by him to this world, and I think this is also a little bit of an addition to the fact that God sent him to another world to find Wan'er for no reason! Although he is a plagiarist after all, even if he is unknown, he is also the only inheritor, and it is worth it for himself and for music.

Bai Chan, who was exhausted, calmly looked at the old dean's scrutinizing and questioning eyes, and then used a slightly shy expression to disguise the embarrassment and unnaturalness that he could not conceal, and replied affirmatively:

"It's me! Not the other old professors, not my mother, you know, she was good at vocals, but not good at songwriting, let alone pop folk songs that he didn't have much exposure to! My mother was a little angry because I didn't tell her, and she held three special sessions for me in the evening! ”

Hearing this, he wasted a lot of effort to find the old dean who had no original creator, although he still didn't believe it, but he knew that Professor Dou Yun's always arrogant personality would have said it a long time ago if he had this ability. It's the same with other old things, such a good thing to become famous, who would hide it so much that he can't investigate it!

So the old dean couldn't help but be puzzled, and became a little compelled to believe it! Could it be that this kid is really enlightened? He stared at Bai Chan for a long time, but he didn't gain anything, seeing that Bai Chan still had tea foam squirting out of his mouth on his face, and his clothes were also dirty, so he dragged a few tissues over a little embarrassed. While still muttering in an incredible low voice: Stinky boy, there is you!

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