Today is the team's rest day and the start of the new semester at the University of Music Hannover.

This is Zhuo Yang's junior year and sixth semester, and he is completely an old student. At this time of year, there is always a student union that organizes some student networking activities, but Zhuo Yang does not like to participate in them very much.

Twenty-four hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, Zhuo Yanghua spends about the same time in football and music, and is equally diligent and hardworking, and equally happy. But in his spare time, Zhuo Yang obviously spends more time on football and personal communication than on music communication.

After coming to Germany for two and a half years, Zhuo Yang has made many friends in football, and unceremoniously said that all corners of the world are brothers, and the Madiburg team is even more responsive. And in his music university, except for Mark Venster, a close friend, there are only a few classmates who have a good relationship such as Warner Saroyan and Sean Chapman, and the rest are just nodding their heads at most.

The reason for this phenomenon is that Zhuo Yang basically does not wander around the campus except for the classroom piano room and dormitory data room, especially after buying the small second floor, Zhuo Yang is just passing by in a hurry except for his studies. For more important reasons, Zhuo Yang and most of the people here don't talk very well.

When he first arrived in Hannover, Zhuo Yang also attended two campus socialization and parties, but he soon stayed away because he didn't like the bombastic atmosphere.

The artistic elite always seems to be very bullish, which is the same in any country, not to mention the top students of the Hannover University of Music. However, many of them forget that the Hannover University of Music is so great because of its rich history and extraordinary artistic achievements, as well as the awesome professors in the university, and the awesomeness of the school has nothing to do with their students.

The college students here are all musical geniuses, but musical geniuses do not mean that they have at least the knowledge and accumulation of natural sciences and humanities.

Elites like to get together and talk about everything from music to art, from state to politics, ideology, human rights, and environmental protection, except for practical things such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

This is a bit vain, Zhuo Yang can annoy these people who don't know how to pretend to understand.

Another common problem among these people is that they generally have a disdain for the Riba people outside the realm of art. In other words, they look down on the small citizens and the grassroots in their bones, as if they were all born into the nobility, as if the nobility is still very valuable now.

Zhuo Yang is from the small citizens and the grassroots class, so he likes to be with football people whose shortcomings are more real.

For these reasons, Zhuo Yang basically has no social activities at the University of Music, which is just a place for him to study. Professor Norman also advised him that such social networking would help him expand his network in the music industry in the future.

This time, Zhuo Yang did not listen to the teachings of Professor Norman, whom he always respected, but continued to go his own way. In the field of music, Zhuo Yang will always admire those who have real talent and learning, and will always only get close to those who are good to him, such as the two great professors, such as Master Pollini and Sister Helen.

In fact, Professor Norman also knows in his heart that most of the art students have this kind of vain and stinky virtue, but those who are really outstanding, because of their emotional delicacy, reverence for life, and contemplation of the universe, usually seem isolated and quiet, and these real geniuses are a little cautious and independent.

Zhuo Yang is like that!

Because Zhuo Yang has experienced high school students from China for more than two years to outstanding high-achieving students in both fields, and now to a wealthy man with both fame and fortune, his classmates have also experienced the process from contempt to jealousy to admiration. This time, in order to add color to the new semester's sorority, they specially invited Zhuo Yang to come and enjoy the light.

Knowing that Zhuo Yang is 'arrogant', and also knowing that these people don't have such a big face, they ask Zhuo Yang's sworn friend Mark Venster.

Mark's face must be given, even if he is a little wronged and disgusting. So, except for the first semester, Zhuo Yang added a reunion of his classmates for the first time.

After all, he is a star, Zhuo Yang is very popular at the party, and he has almost everything. Also, Zhuo Yang now has the capital to promote others. It's just that Zhuo Yang never participated in those small circles of heated discussions, but just dragged Mark to pick up sparsely populated corners and drill, burying his head and eating and drinking. When he was full of food and drink, he rolled his eyes at Mark: Is it interesting? Is that interesting!

Some men are like lights in the night, always attracting countless glances. No matter where Zhuo Yang hid, a bunch of people would gather around him in a short time to have a lively academic discussion with him, or exchange opinions on a certain issue. If you sincerely ask for advice, Zhuo Yang will also be one and two two; pretended to be Xuan Xuan came to show off and boasted, Zhuo Yang used the ...... of urine and and fart, and he didn't have time to listen to your blind force!

Then came around some people who were playing social relations for the sake of getting close, and what friend of my friend was the acting assistant of Master So-and-so; My neighbor's brother-in-law works as an accountant at a well-known performance agency. There are also people who brag about the British popular band Greenind, who paid a lot of money to compose the music, Zhuo Yang is so tired: Why the hell didn't I hear Citchie and Jenna talk about it!

Zimmerman, the eight-semester senior of the piano department, is quite reliable. "Zhuo Yang, there is an ancient aristocrat in Germany, I don't know if you have heard of it? It's called Swinburn......"

Zhuo Yang was surprised: "...... I've heard of it, what's wrong? ”

"Well, during the holidays, the Swinburns invited me to be a piano tutor for their little girl for a few days. You know, it's a very bad thing for our colleagues in the piano department to be tutors for others, even if the other party is a nobleman. Right? ”

Zhuo Yang was even more surprised: "And then? Go on. ”

"However, my old man had some friendship with the Swinburn family when he was young, and they begged my old man. Moreover, the little girl whose family wanted to learn piano was the pearl of the entire European aristocratic circle, and the little girl asked me to teach her by name. Hehe, we're not very good at holding talents, aren't we? He barely taught him for two days. ”

Zhuo Yang was almost surprised: "You mean...... Swinburne Midel? ”

"Yes, yes, it turns out that Zhuo Yang, you have also heard of this little girl, a real nobleman!" Zimmerman was so modest that he wanted to beat him up.

“…… Does Midel know you're a student here? Zhuo Yang squinted at him.

"That's natural, the nobles are very proud, it's not our piano department here, they don't look down on it." Zimmerman was so deep that he almost brushed his beard.

Blow, blow, blow! Midel knows you're a student here, can she not mention me? Midel wants to learn piano, can she not find me? Midel went to the United States with her dad directly after New Year's Day, and only returned to Munich two days ago, and I have called me twenty times a month without mentioning a piano, can I not know?

Your grandmother has a leg, I guess you just licked your face and taught the old girl of the Swinburne gardener a few days of stave, and you have to say two things if you haven't walked through the main door of someone's house.

"Okay, I'll call Midel and ask you to give you some bonuses." Zhuo Yang turned his head and left, not bothering to look at his face that was twisted to the diaphragm.