Han Shuang spoke in person, and the girl was naturally 'released' smoothly. Jiang Yiyi glanced at Han Shuang, quickly said thank you, and left quickly with her head down.

Judging by her hurried steps, there was indeed an urgency.

"Professor Han!" Just as Han Shuang was about to walk out of the door, a slightly hoarse voice came from his ears.

Turning his head, he found a middle-aged man in his fifties, somewhat thin, walking towards him.

He was accompanied by a middle-aged man of a similar age. This man Han Shuang knows and is the deputy director of the Songyang Painting Department.

"Han Shuang, this is Xu Qi's tutor from the Qiyi Painting Department, after hearing about your teaching experience, I came to listen to it." Xu Qi said: "Today's lesson really opened my eyes. Professor Han is not only very knowledgeable, but also uses precise and vivid vocabulary, and his ability to draw on the spot is even more impressive. It is not a loss to be praised by Brother Meng Yi as the first young talent, Professor Han deserves it! In the face of this praise, Han Shuang's face remained unchanged.

He knew that these were all necessary words for adults to greet him, even if it was sincere, he didn't take it to heart.

said directly: "Is there something wrong with Teacher Xu?" Xu Qi was a little stunned, as if he didn't expect Han Shuang to be so upright, I praised you for so many good words, and you don't know how to reply to one?

But these small flaws are not important compared to his unparalleled talent.

"That's right, I heard Meng Yi say, you only have three classes a week, and each class is only one and a half hours, I want to invite you to our Qiyi class, I don't know what you think?" From Xu Qi's arrogant little eyes, Han Shuang could see that this was a very proud thing.

After all, Qi Yi is the No. 1 art academy in Qizhou in terms of comprehensive strength, and being hired to teach is an affirmation in itself.

After meditating for two seconds, Han Shuang shook his head: "I also want to go to your school, it's just that I may not have that much time, thank you Teacher Xu for your kindness." Seeing Han Shuang's refusal, Xu Qi expressed his regret and did not persuade him too much.

As the leader of a first-class college, personally hiring is already a face-down behavior, and he does not have the spirit of looking at the thatched house.

During the conversation, the students had already walked out of the auditorium one after another, and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Han Shuang hurriedly drove away.

When he left the school gate, he saw Jiang Yiyi waiting for the bus on the side of the road. He looked a little anxious. He should have turned left, but he chose to turn right by mistake.

Lowering the window, he asked, "Are you waiting for the bus?" After seeing Han Shuang, Jiang Yiyi looked a little surprised, and her cheeks turned red inexplicably.

"Hmm."

"Why don't I take you, it's just noon."

"Ahh Jiang Yiyi was a little stunned for a while.

"Of course, if you feel embarrassed, you can pay a proper fare."

"Poof!" Han Shuang's joke with a serious expression eased Jiang Yiyi's excitement and anxiety.

"Alright then!" With that, she pulled open the door and sat inside.

"You have to show the way, I'm not very familiar with Jincheng." Han Shuang said as he opened.

"Well, follow this road all the way, turn left at the third traffic light, go to the sign for the Commerce Building and turn right again, then ...... again"

"Wait." Han Shuang smiled: "I'll be dizzy if you guide me like this, it's not too late to talk about it when you get to the front." ”

"Oh." After two minutes of silence, Han Shuang smiled, "Didn't you like to talk a lot last time?" Why didn't you talk about it today? Hearing this, Jiang Yiyi's face turned red again.

Last time, she was indeed very lively, but there was a premise, at that time, she thought that Han Shuang was also an ordinary student.

But now that I know that he is the young professor who is admired by everyone, I subconsciously have a sense of looking up.

It's similar to the principle that no matter how lively a student is, he doesn't dare to laugh with the teacher.

"What did you say?" It may be that Han Shuang's smile infected her, and Jiang Yiyi also felt that this professor seemed to be quite gentle, so she said this in the blink of an eye.

"How old are you?" Han Shuang took the initiative to ask.

"Twenty, what about you?"

"Twenty-one."

"Why are you so good? It's the age of going to school, but I can be a teacher. Han Shuang smiled and did not answer this unsolvable question.

"You must have come from a family of painters, right? Is there a very powerful master? Han Shuang shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm just an ordinary person. ”

"Huh?" From Jiang Yiyi's cute frowning expression, Han Shuang could see that she didn't believe her words a little.

However, Han Shuang didn't explain, and asked: "Last time I heard you say, you studied vocal music, did you sign a contract?" ”

"Hmm."

"Any grades?" Jiang Yiyi pouted,

"Where do newcomers have a chance to get ahead! I'm going to sing a demo to someone, but this time I'm going to try out a gold medal composer's work, and if I perform well, I'll be able to have my own work! ”

"What type of songs do you like?"

"I like to be lyrical and quiet, just like Sister Hua's [Fairy Tale] I like very much."

"Senior Sister Hua? Are you in a company with Cyanine? Yun Ning? Han Shuang was a little surprised.

"That's right! Have you also heard of Sister Hua's [Fairy Tale]? Han Shuang smiled: "This song is so popular, who hasn't heard it?" Jiang Yiyi sighed with emotion: "Senior Sister Huaqing is lucky!" It's been two years since she signed with the company, and she doesn't even have a single work, but this [fairy tale] is her first work! I didn't expect it to become popular all of a sudden. Han Shuang turned his head to look at her, and said casually: "You also want to be hot?" ”

"Actually, I just want to sing a song that I like, and then be liked by more people, I think this meaning is much better than fire." Saying that, Jiang Yiyi tilted her head to look at Han Shuang and said playfully: "Isn't it a bit hypocritical for me to say this?" Han Shuang shook his head: "There are always some people in this world who are pure about music, they don't seek fame and fortune, they just want more people to understand the ideas they want to express in their works." Jiang Yiyi's expression was stunned, as if to say: He understands me so well!

"Sing two sentences [fairy tale] and listen, how do I see your skills?"

"Okay!" Jiang Yiyi readily agreed. I forgot how long I haven't heard from you again~Tell me your favorite story~...... I would like to become the angel you love in the fairy tale~ Open your hands and become wings to protect you~...... After Jiang Yiyi finished singing, Han Shuang said casually: "Your timbre is very good, although it is soft, it has a strong penetrating power." But the breath is not too stable, most of the vocalizations rely on the throat, and the qi in the chest cavity has been pressed by you, causing you to have a little tremor at the end of each sentence. "Jiang Yiyi is really stunned now,

"You...... Do you still know vocal music? Han Shuang smiled: "My job is to learn to compose music, and I am a composer." ”

"You...... You," as he spoke, the vehicle had already arrived at Yunning Company. Han Shuang smiled: "Don't leave you, get out of the car quickly!" If I have the chance, I'll write you a song, and I'll give you a taste of what fire is like. Jiang Yiyi was still in shock when she got out of the car.

This...... This man is crazy! Open your mouth and let yourself be on fire, is it possible that you can write a work of the same quality as a [fairy tale]?

I convince you in the field of painting, but do you also have a demonic talent in the field of music? She subconsciously felt unlikely.

After all, he is only one year older than himself, and he is already a genius among geniuses to have such outstanding painting skills, and other fields must not be so demonic.

Well, he can compose, but his skills must not be strong. Of course, immersed in shock, she ignored Han Shuang's words: If you have the opportunity, I will write you a poem.

He used the word 'also'. If she had been smarter, she would have thought that he had already written a fire song.

Looking at Jiang Yiyi, who was walking quickly towards Yunning's company, Han Shuang's eyes were contemplative. Perhaps, she is also a good tool person.