Fang Zhao's adaptation of "Legend" is young and full of momentum.

What shocked the audience was not the earth-shattering drum beat, but the sense of power hidden in the music!

Every timbre, every note, seems to hide countless emotions!

Listen carefully, there is patience and impetuousness in the music, but more of it is surprise. Just like the group of young people playing on the stage, although they do not have the perfect technique of professional performers, they can play a movement that makes people feel a lot of emotion and tears.

"The feeling that my heart beats with the earth!"

"This is very different from the original "Legend" I listened to when I was chasing the drama last time, but it is still atmospheric!"

"I like both versions very much, but I personally prefer Fang Zhao's version, not because I don't respect Master Mo Lang, but I think that this version of Fang Zhao is more suitable for us Hidden Star people!" A spectator has fiery eyes.

"That's right! The kind of different emotions that only hidden stars can experience! ”

"Fang Zhao's version of "Legend" is less heavy in history and more exhilarating and industrial."

Different from these purely rational analyses of the audience, the parents who came to cheer were excited.

They may not be able to hear the deep meaning of this "Legend", but they can hear whether the performance is good or bad, and besides, the people around them are boasting!

Everyone says yes, then it must be really good!

Didn't lose the face of our hidden star!

Parents picked up the communicator and messaged those who couldn't make it.

Blow!

Blow!

I must blow the show just now and the performance of my children to my colleagues, relatives and friends!!

Right! And the relatives on the home planet, we must let them know too! Although the photos can't be sent out or the videos can't be shown to them, it's okay to listen to our verbal descriptions.

At the end of the orchestra performance, the students bowed and saluted before retreating.

Walking backstage, many students were almost prostration, and their feet were trembling.

The extreme devotion, the explosion of short-term condensation, suddenly relaxed, and the spirit seemed to be out of strength.

One of the students almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the people next to him held him up. When they were completely relaxed, all the students gathered around and watched the video just now.

"I pulled so well!" One student was moved to tears by his piano skills.

"Super level play! Super level! The flute player next to him looked pleasantly surprised, very satisfied with his performance.

"This is the credit of a few of you, this is the credit of all of us, one person can't make a mistake and can't play this effect! Perfect!! Someone else said.

"No, I'm going to ask the organizer if I can extract the audio, I'm going to save the single loop!"

"I want a video, I apply to cut out the part just now, just the part we just played, I can play it for at least ten years!"

The younger students were even more excited and incoherent, especially the one who had just received the red envelope from their parents, and almost screamed.

A younger student slid away the electronic red envelopes sent by the elders, and said, "It would be nice to have a few more performances like this." "Although the rehearsals were hard, the harvest was very rich.

"By the way, what about Brother Zhao? I'd like to ask him when he'll come back next time. ”

"Is it once a year? Or once every few years? ”

"He was called away by the art troupe."

After the end of the show, Fang Zhao was called by the art troupe as soon as he returned to the backstage, and the invited artists got together, and the people who had passed the show were much more relaxed, and when they saw Fang Zhao coming over, an old artist smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Not bad, not bad! Lao Mo must be very satisfied with your performance! ”

"No wonder Mo Lang named you to change it and didn't let others interfere."

Originally, they thought that Mo Lang said that he would let Fang Zhao adapt independently, and he must have helped in private, but after listening to the adapted version of "Legend" just now, they heard that even if Mo Lang helped, he didn't help much, there was not much shadow of Mo Lang in it, and it could be heard that it was "Legend", but the style was completely different, and they knew how hard Mo Lang had done.

It is precisely because he understands it that he sighs at Fang Zhao's strength.

When many young people face the masterpieces of their predecessors, they are tied up in adaptation, looking forward and backward, hesitating, and finally changing it without even seeing it. Fang Zhao is a successful example.

Fang Zhao chatted with several old artists, they were all people who had passed the show, they were in a more relaxed mood, and they were chatting about waiting for the end of the performance on the Hidden Star side, when would everyone get together and have a good exchange when they went back, the Hidden Star side still had too many restrictions, and they didn't dare to say more.

As he spoke, the door to the lounge suddenly opened, and a figure rushed in and went straight to the bag on the sofa.

"Huh? Meyer, lost something? An old artist asked.

It was Ms. Meyer, a dance master from the art troupe who rushed in just now.

Looking at the time, Meyer's show has less than fifteen minutes to start.

"I can't find my bracelet! I confirmed it this morning, and it was put together with the costume! Just when I was about to change into a costume, I found that I couldn't find the bracelet! Neither does this bag! ”

Meyer's bracelet is custom-made for the show she's going to perform and will enhance the show. It's just that I didn't expect to find the bracelet at a critical time.

"Still haven't found it yet? Did it fall into the dance studio? An old artist asked.

"I'll look for ...... again"

Meyer was so anxious to tear it up when she rummaged through her bag, but she couldn't find it, so she had to go to the dance studio again, which she did go to in the morning.

"Where's your assistant?" Someone asked.

"Don't mention it, there was a little problem with a button on the clothes, and my assistant went to change it. The dance studio is not far away, I'll look for it again......"

"I'll go." Fang Zhao got up and said, "I'll go to the dance studio and have a look." ”

The others also agreed: "Yes, let Xiao Fang go to the dance studio to look for it, their young people are running fast, Meyer, you go and change your clothes, and then find a way to find another bracelet instead, so as to prepare for both hands." ”

"Good, good! Thank you! ”

Meyer told Fang Zhao the location of the dance studio, and handed him the access card. Fang Zhao didn't delay any longer and ran to the dance studio.

The usual rehearsal place and the performance venue are not in the same place, and the security guards on the three outer floors of the performance venue, when Fang was summoned, it took a little time to go through the security check before he arrived at the dance studio that Meyer said, but he didn't find Meyer's bracelet here.

I turned on the communicator and told Meyer about the matter here, and Meyer's tone on the communicator was full of anxiety and frustration. Unable to find the original bracelet, Meyer had to temporarily replace it, but the performance was flawed and could not achieve the effect that Meyer himself requested. It's like a violinist who changes an unfit bow, which is not as good as the original.

As an experienced dancer, Meyer could not have left important objects at will, and negligence rarely happened to her. It is estimated that Meyer is now thinking in his heart who quietly tricked her.

There are also cases where students prank and tease the teacher, but here is a hidden star, and he may make a joke during rehearsals, which student dares to play this trick at such a critical time? The punishment for the Hidden Star is quite severe.

After disconnecting the communication, Fang Zhao was about to leave the dance studio, but before leaving, he looked back, his eyes swept over the two open windows of the dance studio, and he was going to close them.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the elevator.

"Brother Zhao!"

Yuan Zheng held a box and hurriedly ran over.

After learning that Fang Zhao left the venue and came here, Yuan Zheng felt that this was a good time to give gifts!

Fang Zhao ran too fast, Yuan Zheng was worried that he wouldn't be able to touch anyone, but fortunately he caught up.

This time, Yuan Zheng didn't bring the security personnel, and he didn't let the security personnel know when he left the performance venue, he still had a lot to say to Fang Zhao, but he didn't want to be interrupted after half a sentence.

"How did you know I was here?" Fang Zhao's eyes sank, "What about the soldiers in charge of your safety?!" ”

Facing Shang Zhao's stern gaze, Yuan Zheng's prepared words were all held back, and he opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he was suddenly pulled aside by Fang Zhao.

Bang!

A bullet pierced the wall behind Yuan Zheng.

Fang Zhao pulled Yuan Zheng to dodge and find cover in a very short time.

Yuan Zheng was stunned by this sudden change, and then looked at the bullet marks on the wall, if Fang Zhao hadn't pulled him, he would probably have lost half of his head.

"Calling Brother ......"

Yuan Zheng looked at the blood stained on Fang Zhao's clothes, his face was pale, his voice was trembling, and he was about to cry.

There were two snipers, just now there were two bullets, one avoided and hit the wall. The other one was blocked by Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao made a "shhhhh

The alarm didn't go off, and it was obvious that someone had done it early, but there must be other means of exploration on the Hidden Star side, and someone would come here soon.

The windows of the dance studio are one-way visible, so you can't see inside from the outside, and neither can the perspective camera.

It seems that someone wants Yuan Zheng's life, and he has been planning for a long time.

Fang Zhao quickly analyzed in his mind and looked at the injuries on his body.

Yuan Zheng, who was blocked behind, regretted it at this time, he shouldn't have come alone, although he was always told to pay attention to safety and take people when traveling, but because he had never had an accident, he relaxed his vigilance. I pressed the emergency call button in my hand, but there was no response. Blocked.

Yuan Zheng was also worried about Fang Zhao's injury, which was in the abdomen, and he didn't know how much his internal organs were injured. Need to be healed as soon as possible!

Just as he was worried, Yuan Zheng saw Fang Zhao's brows frowning slightly, and directly took out the bullet from the wound with his bare hands.

Yuan Zheng: "!! ”

Eldest brother! Don't mess around!!

Yuan Zheng minored in firearms, young boys love guns, Yuan Zheng himself thought about experiencing the feeling of being shot when he was in the second year of secondary school, and secretly tried an experiment.

After being hit in the chest by an ordinary bullet in a body armor armed to the hair, he fell to the ground instantly, because of the adrenal hormone changes, his legs kept throbbing, and he felt that several ribs were broken, and he lay down in pain for a long time.

Although I knew afterwards that it was all an illusion, it was just pain, but the physical pain was secondary, and the psychological panic caused lasted for a long time, and finally got out of the shadows with the help of a psychiatrist, and he went into the laboratory to study the engine, and then he was still interested in firearms, and he would study all kinds of firearms in his free time, but he wouldn't play live gun games. He didn't go to his peers to play paintball, and the psychological shadow of his second year reminded him of the pain of bullets.

Now, seeing the ruthless man in front of him who was picking out bullets with his bare hands, Yuan Zheng was so shocked that he almost jumped up.

Pain is one thing, don't aggravate the injury!

However, immediately after, Yuan Zheng saw the warhead that Fang Zhao had pulled out of the wound.

The pointed warhead has cracked and deformed and turned into a bullet "flower".

Seeing this bullet flower, Yuan Zheng had a momentary blank in his mind, but soon his mind turned again.

If I am not mistaken, he studied this bullet not long ago. The special warhead has strong penetrating power, not to mention only one person, even if three or five people are stacked to block the front, it can still be easily penetrated.

Ordinary light armor can't stop it, let alone people?

Just look at the bullet hole that pierced the wall.

They are the core engineers who are protected, and they usually wear at least three layers of nano body armor when they go out, and Yuan Zheng also wears them when he comes out to watch the performance today, as long as he doesn't hit the head, the impact of more than seventy percent of the existing blaster guns and live guns can basically be blocked, and they will not cause fatal injuries.

Coupled with the strict management environment of the Hidden Star, it is quite difficult to assassinate a core engineer who is heavily protected in the Hidden Star. Since the other party was able to successfully attack at this time, it was obviously a careful plan, and it would definitely take into account the body armor they were wearing, and it was impossible to use ordinary bullets.

But!

Now!

Fang Zhao blocked a bullet alone!

Alone!!

Yuan Zheng panicked in his heart, Fang Zhao's injuries ......

Injury?

The blood stains on Fang Zhao's clothes seem to have stopped spreading?

No bloodshed?

Look at Fang Zhao again, although his breathing is light but steady, his complexion is normal, if it weren't for the blood stains on his clothes, he really can't tell that it was the person who was shot just now. In this comparison, Yuan Zheng, the person whose face was full of blood, was more like the one who was shot.

Yuan Zheng suspected that he was hallucinating.

He has studied the destructive effect of various bullets on the human body, studied the structure, shape, mass, and speed of the warhead, in his mind, the worry about the other party's injury, the doubt about what he saw in front of him, the recall of theoretical knowledge, experimental data, and so on.

Yuan Zheng...... Yuan Zheng no longer has an IQ.