After thanking Uncle Dong again, on the way back to the classroom, Yang Xiao's heart was a little hesitant. He just wanted to mix up a few change to spend, but he didn't expect it to be like this, which was also his inconsiderateness.

The three lyrics actually attracted the attention of the teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music. It's no wonder that these were relatively popular songs in previous lives, and gold shines wherever it goes.

If you study at the Central Conservatory of Music, you have so many classic songs in your head, and when you write them, you also have a more ideal source, and the benefits are obvious. But he himself has a soft spot for novels and scripts, and there are too many martial arts, fantasy, and immortals.

In his heart, the name of a writer is more attractive and more prestigious to him than that of a composer, not to mention that he worked as a part-time online writer for a short time in his previous life.

is very entangled in his heart, he has learned about the current port city, and the new martial arts novels have not yet come out. Jin Dada's novel is very literary, if it is written by a composer and lyricist, how many people will believe it? All the classics are in the head, but they need a reasonable explanation to come out.

"Ouch. I'm sorry! "Patronage looked down and thought about things, didn't pay attention, and bumped into someone.

"Isn't this Yang Xiao? What's wrong? What's the matter? Yang Xiao looked up and saw that it was Chinese Teacher Li. Because his Chinese grades have always been good, he is very liked by Mr. Li.

"Teacher Zhang from the Central Conservatory of Music called just now."

"What's the matter?" Yang Xiao thought about it for a while and decided to tell the truth.

"It's said that the Conservatory is considering recruiting me."

"The work you wrote became lyrics." Teacher Li's reaction was quite fast, and Yang Xiao nodded.

"Want to hear from me." Yang Xiao nodded again.

"My opinion, your Chinese score is so good, just be admitted to the Chinese department, no matter which university."

Teacher Li also knew that Yang Xiao's comprehensive score was not high, but his Chinese score exceeded 100 points every time, which was also good in the school year. In this era, I am not interested in the School of Music and Physical Beauty, which is like a later generation's head sharpened and drilled in. Seeing that Yang Xiao was still a little hesitant, Teacher Li said again.

"Don't you just want to sing? The new music teacher is from a professional class, and he can teach you whatever you want to learn. If you want to learn, I'll go to him. "It must be said that teachers have a great influence on the trajectory of students' lives.

If Teacher Zhang of the Conservatory of Music knew that Teacher Li would have strangled him to death, Yang Xiao didn't know. Seeing Teacher Zhang's enthusiasm for him, a quarrel is certain, how can music not compare to Chinese.

"Okay, then thank you, Mr. Li. I want to study music in my spare time. Yang Xiao made his own decision in an instant. Professional music teachers also have a source for teaching Haolai, and the music that my mother learned from me is a foundation.

"Okay, don't talk about it. I don't know if I'm right or wrong to do this, don't forget your main business. Teacher Li said very happily.

"I know that the overall score has improved." Teacher Li pointed with his finger, "It's good to know." ”

Back in the classroom, Yang Xiao saw Tian Wenjing's puzzled face, "What did you do?" So long. ”

"Is this Tian's concern for me?" Yang Xiao couldn't help but start to get nervous again.

"Death Phase." Tian Wenjing rolled her eyes again.

"Haha." Yang Xiao solved a problem in his heart and was happy in his heart. He didn't want to tell his parents about the special recruitment of the Central Conservatory of Music, but he still made every effort to study and improve his comprehensive grades as the main goal.

Unexpectedly, less than a week, Teacher Zhang from the Conservatory of Music called again, and Yang Xiao felt that Teacher Zhang's tone was a little lonely. "I'm sorry. Yang Xiao, the school did not agree to recruit you, saying that your conditions were not enough. ”

"It's okay, thank you, Mr. Zhang, my conditions were not enough."

As soon as Mr. Zhang heard this, he became angry, and he found the leaders of the composition department and the college several times in a row, but they all ran into a wall. They don't believe that the lyrics and tunes were written by a high school student. Even when they found the newspaper that published the lyrics, they didn't believe that the tune was written by a high school student.

Some people also revealed in their words, is this Yang Xiao related to him? This made Mr. Zhang very angry and helpless.

Seeing the loss of an outstanding student, Mr. Zhang's heart caused a sense of powerlessness from time to time. "That's because they have no eyes. Don't worry, Yang Xiao, I still have some connections to contact the music majors of other schools. Trust me, with your talent, you're going to make it to the music industry. ”

Yang Xiao himself whispered in his heart, I think so too. But he said, "Thank you again, Mr. Zhang." Don't bother so much, it turns out that music is also my hobby. ”

"No, I can't. I'll be responsible for you to the end. I can't let such a musically gifted person fall for him, you wait for my news. Besides, what you wrote on the other side of the mountain is very good, I like it. ”

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiao sighed in his heart, thanking that there are such people in the world who are dedicated to their careers, and at the same time, he sincerely admires Mr. Zhang for having such a sense of responsibility. It is such talents who continue to promote the sustainable development of society. The manuscript fee on the other side of the mountain has been paid, and it is also more than a dozen.

At this time, the Chinese teacher, Mr. Li, passed by the communication room. I saw Yang Xiao. "Why is it still the phone call from Mr. Zhang?" Yang Xiao nodded.

Teacher Li said in his heart, this Teacher Zhang is really ghostly, and he must not let Yang Xiao be admitted to the Conservatory of Music. Then the literary world could lose a writer, who always believed that learning Chinese was the only option for Yang Xiao.

"It just so happens that I have contacted Mr. Lang, and he has agreed to teach you music, so let's go now." As he spoke, he took Yang Xiao's hand and went straight to the music classroom. Years later. In the face of Yang Xiao's many achievements, even if the retired Mr. Li was proud, he helped him make a correct choice.

Lang Ming, a music teacher, is a junior college graduate who has just graduated from a musician's college. In his twenties, he is tall, about 1.75 meters, close to Yang Xiao's height, which is relatively tall for a woman.

The skin is very white, the chin is round, the flesh is fleshy, the face is small, the eyes are big, the smile is also a small dimple, and the hair is combed with a thick ponytail, and she looks like a lively beauty teacher.

Looking at Yang Xiao's eyes, if he didn't know that Yang Xiao hadn't seen Teacher Lang, Teacher Li would have suspected that this kid's purpose and motives for learning music were not pure. Because by the third year of high school, especially in the second half of the semester, there were no music classes anymore.

"Hello Mr. Lang, this is the Yang Xiao I told you. The lyrics written by this kid were published in Youth Daily and were appreciated by the teachers of the Conservatory. When Lang Ming heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly.

He also heard about this and stretched out his hand to shake Yang Xiao's hand. Yang Xiao felt that his little hands were very smooth and tender, and his heart fluttered. Seeing Teacher Li's vicious warning eyes, he immediately put away his thoughts.

"Hello, Mr. Lang. I'm more into music. Lang Ming stretched out his hand and motioned for Teacher Li and Yang Xiao to sit down.

"What does Yang Xiao want to learn?" The voice is crisp and pleasant, full of rhythm, worthy of learning music, temperamental beauty.

"Mr. Lang, I want to learn composition."

"Composition?" Lang Ming was slightly surprised. He still thought that people who wanted to learn singing and composition were very rare in this school, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Why?"

Yang Xiao scratched his head, he can't say to the beautiful teacher that I want to plagiarize the song, right? "It's my hobby. I usually like to sing, and there are always some melodies and lyrics in my head, so I have this idea. ”

"Oh, then hum your thoughts and listen to them." The student in front of her made her curious again, and she wanted to see what level he was at now.