"Thank you."

Wang Sleeve nodded at Teacher Zhou Jiejie.

Subsequently.

He held the hands of the wooden mop and fell heavily towards the pipe.

Bang!

The moment the wood drags down on the water pipe.

A strange feeling came over me.

The sound of slippers and water pipes not like drums, nor like Luo.

Rather, it's a collision between metal and plastic.

This strange sound.

Through the vibration of the air, under the amplification of the live microphone, it reached the ears of the teachers and the audience.

Under normal circumstances, this is all about noise.

Na Yingzi-sensei even showed a victor's smile, and she had a good reason to eliminate this troublemaker.

Such a person must not be on TV!

But the next second.

The dense impact sound made her look strange.

The director, who was about to cut off the video, almost exclaimed.

……

Scene.

The audience, who was still laughing at Wang Sleeve just now, were all stunned.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the man on the stage in surprise.

The crash sound is getting faster and faster.

The king's movements are also getting faster and faster.

His fingers shook as if they were convulsed, and everyone could only see one drag after another.

"Oh, how is that possible!"

"What the hell is that?"

"It sounds like a mudslide in the percussion world, but it's very emotional!"

"Are we crazy, or is this guy crazy!"

……

Front row of the auditorium.

"Auntie, my cousin seems to be a bit powerful!"

"Hmm."

Xiu's mother, uncle, and aunt were completely stunned.

What's a bit of a power here, it's just going to be super-god!

Auditorium, back row.

"Tingting."

"Mom, don't talk!"

"This..."

"Mom, can you shut up?"

At the scene, the audience was extremely self-doubting.

The king's sleeve has caused a great subversion of their values.

……

And Teacher Na Yingzi is enjoying it with bated breath.

The dense beating sound surged like spring thunder.

Boom, boom!

Dense but irregular.

Dull but full of openness.

Spring thunder!

It was Mother Sky, the rain and dew that was scattered on the earth.

She's reviving everything!

The dense, banging sound of beer bottles.

It's like a beautiful music box.

That's the drizzle in the spring thunder.

"Dive into the night with the wind, moisturize things silently!"

No, it's not a drizzle.

It was a torrential rain mixed with spring thunder.

It greeted death with the roughest and most fervent attitude with the wind.

Come on!

Slammed into the dirt with a thud, turning itself to pieces.

Before death.

Be a part of the dirt and soak everything inside!

The dense, high-frequency knocking sound of slippers is like a sprouting seedling in the soil.

They're about to break through the dirt.

Meet the spring thunder, face the rainstorm, and build a new life together!

Bang bang!

Dingding, dingding, knock!

Bang bang!

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!

Bang bang bang!

Boom!

Wang Sleeve slammed the final blow horizontally on the beer bottle.

The 10 beer bottles in a row burst in unison.

Bang bang ...

End of the show.

……

Judges' bench.

Teacher Liu Huanhe exclaimed, "Gone? ”

The moment he said this, Mr. Liu reacted.

He still wanted to hear it.

What kind of music is this, this is poisonous!

The next moment.

Thunderous applause.

For a long time, for a long time, the voice became quieter.

……

“ok。”

Teacher Zhou Jiejie was the first to stand up, "I give 9.9 points for this performance!" ”

A score of 9.9, that's close to a perfect score.

This is the highest rating given by professionals.

"Teacher Zhou, I think your rating is too exaggerated!"

Teacher Zhou Jiejie was suddenly interrupted, and Sister Zhang raised the scoreboard.

"This show is really creative."

"But that's just the creative score, and apart from the creativity, there's actually a lot of noise in the notes."

"So, I can only give a maximum of 9.0 points!"

Early.

The two have a bit of a grudge.

At this time.

The contradictions between the two have been resolved, and some are just conflicts of professional and technical cognition.

Teacher Zhou Jiejie rarely argues with others.

He stood up and said seriously: "You are wrong, this music of Wang Sleeve is actually not pure music. ”

"He's fusing all kinds of noises together and integrating them through regular rhythms."

"It's a magical operation!"

"It's like building a great wall of music, any stone, any wood, any person, all have a specific use!"

"His kind of repertoire can't be disassembled and analyzed separately, but can only be listened to together."

"Because it's a solo concerto!"

Concerto.

Generally refers to an instrumental suite in which one or several solo instruments compete with an orchestra.

And Mr. Zhou Jiejie gave an evaluation of the solo concerto.

Other words.

Wang Sleeve completed the operation of four or five people alone.

His breakthrough in technology deserves this score.

……

"Alright, you two don't quarrel!"

Teacher Liu Huanhe interjected: "Wang Sleeve's performance, I give it a score of 9.7!" ”

Sister Zhang took a sharp breath.

She felt that the two of them had been accommodating in advance and came to tease her together.

"Don't worry."

Teacher Liu Huanhe said: "As a commentator, fairness and fairness are fundamental. ”

"I don't take sides with anyone!"

"Then please give your reason for grading!" Sister Zhang interrupted.

Teacher Liu Huanhe stood up, and his fat body walked to the stage.

Coming to the king's sleeve, he picked up the slippers that had exploded with the beer bottle.

Put it on your hand and break it gently.

The slip and the sole are separated instantly.

"The results are already clear."

Teacher Liu Huanhe said: "The last noise is because the wooden mop has been subjected to a lot of pressure in a short period of time, which has caused the degumming of the soles of the shoes. ”

"That's why those beats didn't keep up."

"If you keep up with the beat, it's the perfect show."

"I would give a score of 10 instead of 9.7 now!"

"You..."

Sister Zhang laughed angrily: "Are you serious? ”

"Can this combination of mudslide-like noise, in addition to showing off its technology, be on the table?"

Teacher Liu Huanhe was stunned, what he hated most was this kind of evaluation.

Turning his fat body, he asked rhetorically: "Then let me ask, is durian delicious?" Is stinky tofu good? ”

"Is it something you don't like, no one else can eat?"

In an instant, the scene exploded.

The audience applauded.

"The durian is delicious, and the stinky tofu is delicious."

Teacher Liu Huanhe slowly raised his voice, "Music doesn't have to be high and low, but also elegant and vulgar!" ”

……

The reviews are so wonderful.

It's like a roller coaster, wave after wave.

The audience who came to the scene was all fascinated.

Teacher Liu Huanhe has detached art from music and raised it to the level of philosophy.

This kind of artistic conception and heritage is really admirable!

……

"Ok, you win!"

Teacher Sister Zhang said: "Sister Yingzi hasn't shown the score yet!" ”

"Oh."

Teacher Na Yingzi nodded and drew a '6' directly on the panel.

"Six points?"

The crowd was so shocked that they couldn't even open their eyes.

Sister Zhang's teacher was also scared out of a cold sweat.

6 points, that's the lowest score, don't you give face at all?

Teacher Na Yingzi didn't care about everyone's eyes.

She said to herself: "At the beginning, I was not optimistic about the king's sleeve. ”

"Frivolous, erratic, disrespectful to music, and an insult to the TV staff."

"I even want to break the king's sleeve all the time, and I can't wait to knock him out."

"So at that time, I could only score 6, which is the score that allowed him to go home without losing face!"

"But then."

"I found out I was wrong."

"The king's sleeve, an unnamed song, has its own meaning of existence."

"It is the spring thunder in the recovery of all things from winter to spring."

"Even if the sky is thundering, there is a reason for its existence."

"So, actually, I'm going to give it a 9.6."

said.

Teacher Na Yingzi added a dot in front of 6 and added a 9.

……