"Are you serious?"

Mo Yan repeatedly confirmed to Xue Rou.

"Of course, that's what I decided with everyone." Xue Rou said.

Mo Yan didn't want to suppress everyone's morale, so he asked Siren to come out of the team to lead the practice, while he pulled Xue Rou to the side of the seat and scolded her.

In order to cater to the theme of the National Day, half of the songs selected for the parade are the main theme music. It's not that everyone doesn't want to cooperate with the theme, but they think that this National Day competition may be the last performance of the unicorn. No one wants to have any regrets.

Therefore, after the cadres voted, everyone unanimously chose "Magical Girl", a song that has nothing to do with the main theme and is even a little off-topic.

"Do you know what political correctness is?" Mo Yan said: "You are tired of playing little Japanese songs on National Day? ”

Lin Xuerou was taken aback when she heard that the senior sister was so disgusted by their song selection. I didn't know how to explain to the team members..... after practicing the competition song for so long, and the rehearsal dance on Sunday also made the cheerleaders, Xiaojing was a little exhausted. It's even more impossible to re-practice a song.....

Could it be that you can only just stand up and play as you did in previous years, and explain casually?

"Who approved it?" Mo Yan said.

At this moment, a staggering footstep came from the background, and said, "It's me!" ”

Mo Yan was very surprised, it was natural that Lin Xuerou would make such a mistake, but even Zhou Guodong made such a low-level mistake, which was too strange.

"You just fulfill everyone's wishes!" Zhou Guodong said and took Lin Xuerou away.

"If something happens, I can't afford it!" Mo Yan said.

"Are you a little mistaken about the country, don't worry, the organizers are not as sensitive as you think. Instead....... I just thought about how to make everyone happy and engaged in every performance. It's hard to say, this time, it's really the last time the unicorn will race. Zhou Guodong said, raising his eyes to look at the people practicing in the sunset.

"Every time I see them in foot drills, I miss them..... I want to be in their phalanx more than just watching." Zhou Guodong sighed.

Mo Yan snorted disdainfully: "Childish! ”

"Really?"

But seeing that Zhou Guodong was wearing a sportswear, he began to loosen his hands and feet, and said, "I have to work harder!" After all, a consultant has to be a consultant, right? The future of the unicorn is up to you! ”

After that, he ran along the track with a limping pace, and handed over the band to Mo Yan with confidence.

Speaking of which, it's really ridiculous,

The king of time and space, the unicorn horse,

can't even control their own future,

His future was decided by an ordinary and ordinary woman.

It's a fairy tale.

But...... Many years ago, didn't Zhou Guodong also turn this naïve fairy tale into real history?

All right!

Let's go crazy with them.

Mo Yan then asked each part to start practicing.

She first found Lin Xuerou, who was practicing dance with Xiaojing.

"Orangutans can dance, it's a world wonder!" Mo Yan said with a smile.

"I don't just know how to jump, maybe I can dance better than your fox!" Cheryl teased.

"Then you're underestimating me too much. I'm not just a musician, I'm also a professional silver band coach. ”

After that, Mo Yan picked up Xiaojing's guard of honor staff and improvised a paragraph.

The crowd was amazed.

"Sister...... It's so strong! ”

This is the first time Xiao Jing has seen Mo Yan wielding the honor guard baton.

Kicking, leg lifting, hand waving, nodding, every movement is very precise, fluent, and clean.

At this moment, even Xuerou's popularity is numb.

"Senior Sister...... Teach me! I'm going to learn too! Xue Rou held Mo Yan's hand, like a little fan girl.

Zhou Zixin, the captain of the cheerleading team, was also surprised when he saw it: "I didn't expect that Coach Li would even be a magical girl ......"

"Humph! What girl hasn't been a magical girl? Mo Yan said confidently.

The Silver Band doesn't just have 8 parts, formally, it's also a cheerleader.

The Silver Band is like an opera, it is not only a genre of musical performance, but also a comprehensive performing art.

In foreign countries, cheerleading squads or various performance troupes, dance troupes, and silver bands are also frequent guests at carnival events. Mo Yan is not an amateur.

After she gave Zixin and Xiaojing guidance, it was Xuerou's turn to check out Xue Rou's solo.

This time, Xue Rou was not in a hurry, and took out the instrument from the instrument case.

As Mo Yan waved her hand to play, Xue Rou immediately started smoothly and completed the whole solo.

Xue Rou saw that she had not made a mistake in playing this time, so she shuddered.

"Awesome, it took three days to reach this realm!"

Mo Yan was also a little surprised, she stroked Xue Rou's belly, it was room temperature.

"In addition to being examined by Siren, I haven't practiced or warmed up all day."

Mo Yan nodded with satisfaction.

"In a serious setting, there is no room for mistakes when playing solo. The safest way to do this is to use muscle memory and play with your subconscious. As long as you get used to it, even if you don't have a warm-up, you can play a complete solo accurately, and many military bands in the world use this method to train soloists. However, this is only the first step. ”

"And what's next?" Xue Rou asked anxiously.

"The next step, of course, is to withdraw from the subconscious, and when playing, concentrate on injecting artistic conception and emotion." Mo Yan said.

"So what am I going to do?"

"This is personal training!" Mo Yan said coldly.

"Stinky and stingy! Okay, if you don't say it, I'll go and find Ye Siren when I'm free, hum! Cheryl pouted.

Mo Yan is still as accustomed as ever to leaving a line for his private lessons and selling off.

Then, Mo Yan visited the middle and low bass department composed of Xia Yu, Qiu Wensheng, and Guo Dong, who had just joined the team.

However, seeing Xia Yu's appearance for the first time really scared her.

The girl was dressed in a neutral outfit, with a shaved head, her tongue, ears, and nose all covered with iron hoops, and she had scars on her face. It doesn't seem like a good kind. The most outrageous thing is that this Xia Yu doesn't look much younger than her.

"How old are you?" Mo Yan asked.

"Twenty-four." Xia Yu replied.

"Remove those rings, or you'll be scared to death." Mo Yan said.

"Hmm." Xia Yu said lightly.

The other Guo Dong is slightly better than her.

Lips, tongues, and rings are also indispensable, and his blond hair is particularly conspicuous, so that the lip rings do not affect the blowing, his mouthpiece is replaced by a small circle of mouthpieces.

"You too, you have to dismantle the ring! And the hair, which has to be black. What we participated in was not an ordinary competition, it was the National Day, so we had to get a little better groomed. Mo Yan said.

Guo Dong frowned when he heard this, and hurriedly explained to Mo Yan that these things have been worn for several years, and it is not easy to take them off, and it takes time for the injury to heal, so it will be too late to catch the game.

Guo Dong also explained that he and Xia Yu were just temporary foreign aids, and they didn't want to change their image for a game that had nothing to do with him.

Mo Yan listened, and could only shake his head helplessly.

"Sure enough, Chen Nanfang has all kinds of ghosts, snakes, and gods." Mo Yan looked at the mid-bass horn and shook his head.

Until his eyes swept to a young man, he was not listed in the phalanx, but like a minister, directing the middle and low tones.

But when he saw the young man, and the two men he had just seen...... No, even with the people of the entire band, very different in temperament. He seems to be gentle and elegant, and he has no quarrel with the world. He is a boy with beautiful black hair, and his eyes are kind and dull, as if he has seen through the red dust, like a free and easy old Taoist.

When he saw Mo Yan's eyes glancing at him, he respectfully stood up and saluted her: "Hello coach!" ”

"You ......"

"My name is Qiu Wensheng. Form 6 is Huo Jianting's classmate. ”

Finally, there is a more normal one.

Actually, it's not normal,

How can a boy have such long hair?

"Why didn't you join the phalanx?" Mo Yan asked.

"Lin Xuerou is not allowed."

And what's going on?

What the hell is this Lin Xuerou doing?

So, Mo Yan asked Qiu Wensheng to try to stand still, and followed the other team members for a few laps, but he didn't lose it.

Mo Yan actually noticed that when she practiced just now, the voice of the trombone was very thin, and the overall performance was strained, so she knew that when the time came to the official competition, the main voice of the trombone was Guo Dong.

It's no wonder that a person whose pronunciation is restricted by lip rings can serve as the banner of the main voice.

"Then you will stand next to Guo Dong!"

"Thanks, Coach!"

Unlike Guo Dong and Xia Yu, this Qiu Wensheng immediately became energetic when he heard that he could join the phalanx.

Seeing this, Xia Yu was a little worried about the situation of the humanities, so he said, "Coach...... No way...... Wensheng ......"

But seeing Wen Sheng covering her mouth, he didn't let her speak. He whispered in her ear: "Sister Xia Yu, please, this is my wish, please don't demolish me." ”

"Are you alright?" Mo Yan asked.

"No....... no, no......" Xia Yu said with a smirk.

After Mo Yan walked away, he poked Guo Dong with his elbow and said softly: "It's all because you don't have any blame, if Qiu Wensheng really has any accidents, I will only ask!" ”

"Big sister, big ....... I ......" Guo Dong was also very helpless. He didn't like the silver band at all, and he reluctantly joined, but he was forced by Xia Yu's pressure.

Then, Mo Yan patrolled to the horn department and met with Huo Jianting, who was rumored to replace Ye Siren and serve as a deputy team.

On Saturday, she listened to Jian Ting's earlier interview recording of a small symphony orchestra's performance, and recently learned that his recording was also in the circle, which was Chen Nanfang's not very good results, and she gave a shot in the arm.

"Congratulations, you're in the middle of that recording." Mo Yan said.

"Huh? Yes......" But seeing Huo Jianting, he couldn't be happy at all.

It turned out that at that time, for the sake of the band, Zhou Guodong still sent his performance when he smoked first. Unexpectedly, not long after, I received a reply.

Mo Yan looked at his expression and felt that something was wrong.

This person's eyes, hollow, powerless, and deep eye circles, are more than those of a panda. The skin is dull and yellow, there is no light, and the aura of the whole person is weak, like a person who is about to die.

On the contrary, his recordings are like flowing water, chic and lively, completely inconsistent with the current image, eight poles.

"The next round of interviews, after the National Day, is an on-site interview. Are you prepared? Mo Yan asked.

"Hmm." Jian Ting lowered his head and said.

"Listen to it for me!" Mo Yan said.

After that, Jianting was like Xue Rou, and under Mo Yan's wave, he immediately started playing.

But when I heard the song "Imperial Pride", under Jianting's interpretation, it was like an imperial soft-skinned snake, weak and scattered.

Mo Yan shook his head, is this really the same person as the person who recorded it?

"Are you kidding, Jianting?" Mo Yan said coldly. Just now, I looked down at him, thinking that he was also quite smart, but obviously, he was too smart.

Huo Jianting didn't know how to answer, he just lowered his head and said nothing, and he smirked nervously.

"It's not funny at all. If the organizer knows that we use sound editing software, our entire band will be blacklisted. Mo Yan said coldly.

Huo Jianting listened, and his heart was cold, so he told the truth.

"Oh my God! It turned out to be a drug addict! Mo Yan shook his head in annoyance.

Many trumpeters, especially blacks, Americans, Canadians, are accustomed to smoking to improve their performance.

In their country, it is legal, and in international competitions, there is no strict prohibition of drugs.

But it is not allowed at home. As we all know, the sequelae of drug abuse are very large, and can even cause permanent damage to the body. Moreover, it can greatly reduce the strength of muscle memory.

Mo Yan pressed his hand on Jianting's abdomen and said, "Keep blowing C until you run out of breath, and still try your best to blow for a while." ”

Jianting started playing and did so.

Mo Yan's face turned blue, because Jianting's muscles were very relaxed, weaker than Xue Rou's.

But Jianting himself has abdominal muscles, which proves that he can't control his muscles freely because of medication.

"Coach, am I hopeless...... Jianting bowed his head and said, thinking of the previous smoking, his heart was very tormented.

He never imagined that smoking would have such a great impact on blowing.

"I don't want to bother everyone....... coach, or I'...... Exit it. ”

"Uh-huh....." Mo Yan said lightly.

"Can't give up!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came from beside him. Zhou Guodong staggered over.

"You're not competing with anyone else, you're competing with that drugged self. You must bring him down! No matter what it costs you, you can't give up. ”

"But...... I can't do it......" Jianting said with his head bowed.

"It's not that it must be saved."

Mo Yan pursed his lips and smiled.

With such a smile, Jianting's hope was ignited.