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"Teacher, this is my work, please take a look."

Xu Jiao handed the work she had transcribed on the manuscript paper to one of the five judges.

She had a smile on her face.

Confident smile.

Although Chen Beiming takes a lot less time than her, she believes that her own works are the best.

She quietly looked at the five teachers, waiting for their praise.

The teacher picked up the two pages of manuscript paper and looked at them carefully, he didn't speak from beginning to end, and there was no expression on his face, and after reading it, he handed him to the person next to him, and the person next to him also lowered his head to read, and then handed it to the third one, and there was no expression on his face.

Seeing this, Xu Jiao frowned a little: "These teachers ...... What's going on..... You don't even have the ability to appreciate it, do you? ”

Soon, the fifth judge also finished reading, he smiled at Xu Jiao, nodded, and gave her two approving looks.

Whew-

At this time, Xu Jiao's tense nerves relaxed suddenly, and she slowly exhaled.

As long as there is a teacher who knows the goods, it is good.

These five judges must be the best creators of the General Political Department, and since some of them think that her works are very good, it is obvious that other teachers must also have this understanding.

The reason is very simple, everyone is in the same unit, doing the same thing, and the level and ability, as well as preferences, will not be too different.

"I'll just say, how can my dignified talented girl at the Central Conservatory of Music not be as good as a novelist?"

Xu Jiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a pause, she asked, "A few teachers, how does my work compare with Chen Beiming's?" ”

When the five teachers heard this question, they all hurriedly looked left and right to talk about other things.

"This ..... What is this question...... "Someone saw Xu Jiao looking directly at him, and he really couldn't hide it, so he had to open his mouth in a hurry.

Fortunately, at this moment, the door of the third room slammed open, and soon, Yang Lei walked out with a black face, and he came to the five judges and bowed: "I'm sorry, teacher, I gave up." ”

After dropping these words, he turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this scene, Xu Jiao's heart became more and more happy.

As soon as Yang Lei leaves, she will only have one opponent, Chen Beiming, as long as she defeats Chen Beiming, this position of creator will be hers.

"Teacher, which one is better than my work or Chen Beiming's work?" Xu Jiao asked bluntly.

"This .....," the teacher slurred again.

However, another teacher said simply: "Show her Chen Beiming's, and she will know." ”

Yes?

The stumbling teacher was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, he opened a folder, took out the two manuscript papers written by Chen Beiming and handed them to Xu Jiao: "You can see for yourself." ”

Xu Jiao frowned, but still took the manuscript paper and looked at it.

"The story of the red-crowned crane?"

Isn't the name of this work good? Can't compare to her at all! Her work, even the name, is extremely poetic!

"Narrator? Still use narration? That's too old-fashioned, isn't it? ”

Xu Jiao pouted.

Soon, she continued to look down.

"Walk across that little river

Have you heard?

There was a girl

She's been here before

Walk through this reed slope

Have you heard?

There was a girl

She left a song......"

After reading these lyrics, Xu Jiao's brows suddenly furrowed, and her face became solemn.

She didn't look any further, she looked at the score first.

She watched and hummed silently in her heart.

After singing these few words, she suddenly felt a buzzing in her head, and then, her eyes were dark, her body staggered, and she almost fell, but fortunately she held on to the table at once, so it was okay.

"Xu Jiao, are you okay?" A teacher hurriedly grabbed her.

"It's fine." Xu Jiao opened her mouth, but whether this word was said or not, she was not sure, she only felt that her mouth was dry, and the whole person was in a trance.

She is a professional.

And also quite a good professional.

So whether a work is good or not, she has her own professional judgment.

If her work can score 80 points, then this song "The Story of the Red-crowned Crane" can definitely score 100 points, or even more.

If this "The Story of the Red-crowned Crane" is not so good, and the gap with her is not so big, then she can still grit her teeth and say that this work is not as good as her!

But this song "The Story of the Red-crowned Crane" is so good that it can throw her a few streets away, and she can't say anything like that no matter how shameless she is.

What she would never know is that this "The Story of the Red-crowned Crane" is an excellent work created by the famous composer Xie Chengqiang on the earth, and after the delicate and poignant singing of the fledgling singer Zhu Zheqin, it immediately caused a strong response and shock, and Zhu Zheqin also won the runner-up of the Youth Song Contest because of this song, and became famous overnight.

She lost to such a song, in fact, she was not wronged at all.

Whew-

Xu Jiao raised her head and let out a long breath, and then, she returned the two pages of manuscript paper to the teacher, and then bowed to the five judges: "Thank you, five teachers, for your hard work today." ”

After saying these words, she turned and left, almost in a panic.

She used to think she had an absolute chance of winning!

She used to be complacent and thought that she, a former top student of the Central Conservatory of Music, competed with a writer who wrote novels, which was enough to beat each other!

But who knows, a guy who has never written any musical works will slap her so painfully!

"God, why are you so cruel to me?"

ran out of the General Political Department, Xu Jiao's tears could no longer be controlled, and they fell tick-tock.

She bit her lip and ran wildly, but she couldn't help but be heartbroken.

She's not even as good as a novelist!

General Political Art Troupe.

The five judges looked at Xu Jiao, who was running out all the way, and they were silent and didn't speak.

After a while, someone sighed softly: "It's really a little cruel to her today!" ”

"Actually, it's not just cruel to her, it's not so true to us!" Someone let out a long sigh.

"Yes, I originally wanted to kill the arrogance of Xu Jiao and Chen Beiming when I came up with this topic, one of them thought they were the best in the world, and the other ...... Those who write novels come to apply for the music creator exam, if this spreads, people still don't know what to say about our general politics, but where did they think that this Chen Beiming ...... Not only did he kill Xu Jiao to the point that nothing was left, but even I, the old creator of the General Political Department, was killed by him, and I couldn't write such an excellent work in such a short period of time, but he Chen Beiming ......"

"Even Lao Yang admits it, if you want to find someone to suppress this Chen Beiming in the future, it will be difficult!" Some people sighed.

A guy about fifty years old next to him looked at a few people around him who sighed and laughed: "What? One by one, they were knocked down like this? You're too fragile inside, aren't you? ”

After a pause, he continued: "Okay, okay, since this Chen Beiming is so powerful, then I don't want him, so that everyone can't hold their heads up after he stays in the General Political Department, and he has no confidence to train him in the future?" I'm going to go out and tell him he's out! ”

He said as he walked outside.

But soon he was dragged by others.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Who said we don't want him anymore!"

"Such a great talent...... Even if he is not our general political officer, we have to do our best to dig him up, how can we give it up now! ”

Someone hurriedly proposed: "Let's go to the head of the regiment quickly, and sign the agreement today, so as to save a lot of dreams at night." ”

"Yes, go to the head of the regiment now."

"Let's go!"

"Let's go."