primary school principal

Chapter 15

During the official performance the next day, Wu also sat in the audience as an audience. He didn't sleep much last night, and now he was a little dozed off. He squinted for a while while the principal was speaking.

There were a few freshman girls in the back row who were whispering all the time, as if they were making a bet that they wanted to strike up a conversation with Senior Lu, why did they want to treat them to dinner on WeChat, and Wu Ye's sleepiness was beaten away by Senior Lu one by one.

The principal made a beautiful scene speech, and then the freshmen spoke, and the representative of the speech was Feng Kuan, the number one student in the composition department.He read the speech in the dormitory about [-] times, and Wu didn't know where he got so high emotions. Every time, it was full of passion like an oath to join the party.

The opening performance is an orchestral ensemble, composed by Feng Kuan, and the principal violin is Liang Dong.Feng Kuan is well-known in the attached middle school. It is not surprising that he got the first grade in major this year and got into the C sound. Compared with doubts about Wu Ye's professionalism, he is very convinced by him.Therefore, the teachers and students are looking forward to his work tonight and listened very attentively.

But I don't know if it's because of the lack of a violin or the problem of the piece itself. The audience didn't respond much, and the applause was sparse.

Feng Kuan was sitting next to Wu Ye, and he was very nervous during the whole process. After the performance, he asked in a low voice, "Brother Wu Ye, what do you think? Why don't everyone react when I look at it, especially Director Zhu."

"If you listen carefully, how can you react?" Wu also covered his mouth and said.

In fact, he didn't feel anything, and almost fell asleep. This song is above the average level of students of the same level, but it is not amazing, and it is too hard, which is a bit of a show off. There is also a common problem of most composition students, that is, behind closed doors. style of creation.

Yesterday when I was solfeggio and ear training, Lao Zhu didn’t bring his emotional intelligence at home. When he got excited, he praised Wu Ye all the way, and when it was over, he hurt his piano skills. He said that if he didn’t play the piano so badly, he would be the number one professional.

These words were like a thunderbolt, which exploded in the composition department. What does this mean? It means that Wu Ye's composition score is higher than Feng Kuan's.

A half-way monk from the Pheasant Academy actually has a better major than the attached high school, which somewhat makes the high-profile attached middle school lose its status. The attitude of several attached high school students towards Wu Ye is subtle to the naked eye.However, Feng Kuan was quite calm. He was inferior to others in skills, and instead of complaining, he worked harder, and he always asked Wu Ye for professional questions.

Wu is also quite afraid that this kind of over-serious person will insist on catching up with anyone who is close, and if he is not stable at the top, he will not live a stable life.Creation majors regard it as a work, and the success or failure of a work does not depend solely on professional theory. Those who are proficient in music theory can make songs that are not necessarily inferior to professional-level ones.

To put it bluntly, creation must first have inspiration. Inspiration cannot be obtained by sitting in the classroom and obsessing over music theory. Inspiration also depends on talent. If others have it, you may not have it.

He doesn't have the problem of flattering his feet, and generally he can't praise him for being excellent, so he simply doesn't answer directly. If he has a little brain, he probably won't ask again.

Feng Kuan didn't ask how his songs were, but instead turned to all the songs in the back. He had to discuss each piece with Wu Ye from a professional perspective. Wu also felt that he didn't come to enjoy the show, but to take an exam. , got one head and two big ones in the exam.

It wasn't until Lu Yuzhou came on stage that Feng Kuan shut up. This kid admired Senior Lu, and he was probably obsessed with piano skills, so he just listened dumbfounded.

"Damn, the fairy strings." When Lu Yuzhou played "Little Star Variations", Feng Kuan sighed, "Wu Yege, how did you think of incorporating this piece of music, it's so comfortable."

The artistic conception of these two pieces is quite different. Lin Ling’s song is a slow-tempo lyrical song, while Wu Ye’s song is a slightly cheerful variation. At the end, it transitions to Little Star’s No.11 variation.The rhythm of this part starts slowly and becomes quiet and soft. It’s a bit like a child is tired from playing, and his mother is coaxing him after returning home. It is logical in terms of rhythm, emotion and artistic conception. There is no sense of incongruity.

During Lu Yuzhou's solo, the audience was completely silent, until the song turned into Lin Ling's prelude, bursts of warm applause broke out.

High-level music can give people listening enjoyment, which does not need to be praised or inspired by others from a professional perspective, it is a natural attraction.

Lin Ling sang two songs in a row, bringing the atmosphere of the audience to a climax. After the concert, the host asked him to talk about his feelings about returning to his alma mater. He didn't say much, but said that this cooperation surprised him very much. The professional standard comes out of the blue, and everyone is encouraged to stick to their ideals.

When the senior stepped down from the stage, Lu Yuzhou was about to slip away together, but was called out by the host.The host was a senior in her junior year. She knew exactly what the students wanted to see, so it didn't matter if the performers were left behind, and even called the composer to come on stage. The two influential figures of the school stood together, attracting bursts of cheers from the audience.

The host didn't know if it was intentional, and took advantage of the opportunity to adjust the angle to squeeze the two of them together. The junior was quite cooperative, seemingly helpless but obviously willing to stick to the senior's arm, and Very considerate to help with the microphone.

If it wasn't for being on the stage, with all the teachers and students watching, Lu Yuzhou really wanted to kick him far away.

"May I ask what experience Wu Ye has in cooperating with our school treasure this time?" the host asked.

"I've gained a lot." Wu Ye can tell that he has stage experience. He can shout well on stage, and the rhythm of his speech and the angle of his eyes are just right. "Seniors have given me a lot of inspiration. I'm honored that the not-so-perfect piece was played at a super-standard level."

Lu Yuzhou gave a "tsk" in his heart, it's really a talent for such eloquence not to enter the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"Where's the school treasure?" The host turned to Lu Yuzhou, "What impression do you have of the new student?"

Wu Ye held up the microphone and handed it to Lu Yuzhou's mouth. He was standing on the right, holding the microphone in his right hand. He would inevitably lean over and put his shoulder to the other's shoulder. From some angles, the intimacy value of this scene is simply out of bounds.

"This song is above my expectations. Student Wu is very talented." When Lu Yuzhou spoke, he subconsciously approached the microphone.

I don't know what happened, the audience immediately shouted, and Lu Yuzhou also saw a mobile phone camera taking various pictures of him and Wu Ye.

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"The two of you are really modest." The host suddenly asked a question that was personal but that all the girls in the school wanted to know, "I don't know what students Wu expect for the new semester, in terms of study or life, do you want to be in a better place?" Girlfriend or something, after all, it’s not perfect if you don’t fall in love in college, right?”

The audience in the audience was immediately excited. Some girls boldly yelled and said "Student Wu, Kang Kang me", the boys whistled all kinds of things, and even the teacher in the front row smiled kindly.

Wu also seemed to be tantalizing, and he waited for everyone to finish coaxing before opening his mouth: "Emotional matters follow fate. My goal is to learn from Lu Xuechang. I hope to be as good as him and become a friend who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

Lu Yuzhou: "???"

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and then there was a loud booing, especially some of the students who secretly drew little love hearts on the heads of the two of them directly exploded, screaming.

"What are you shouting for?" Lao Zhu startled the students behind him, "Why did I hear someone shouting 'together'?"

Old Liu said: "You don't understand now. The children nowadays use all kinds of strange words. In fact, the meaning is to encourage classmate Wu to cheer up and chase Yu Zhou."

"Ah..." Old Zhu seemed to understand, "The model of chasing a wife is also a model of chasing friends, right?"

Old Liu: "Well...probably...."

"Damn." Lu Yuzhou got off the stage with sweat on his face. He didn't know what to say when the host asked him what he thought of this matter. He looked at Wu Ye speechlessly, "The next time you flatter your stinky feet with me Check the words in advance, I have a thin skin and I can't handle it."

"To be honest, I'm also really embarrassed." Wu also said the same, "This is an ideal hidden deep in my heart, and I didn't intend to say it out. Who knew that the words had reached that point, so I couldn't help but confide in my heart."

Lu Yuzhou: "..."

I can go to yours!

"Senior seems to be blushing." Wu Ye tilted his head and leaned into his ear, "Are you really afraid that I will catch up with you?"

The senior, whose ears were red and furious, gave him an elbow directly, "Get lost."

Wu Ye was very hurt while covering his heart, "Ah, heartbroken Liao."

"Congratulations, both of you, the performance is very good." Brother Chen walked over at this time and said with a smile, "The future is promising, you guys."

"Brother Chen." The two said together.

Brother Chen nodded, looked at Wu Ye and asked, "I wonder if classmate Wu has time?"

As soon as he heard that he was looking for Wu Ye, Lu Yuzhou reasoned that he wanted to remove his makeup and walked away first.

Then Brother Chen handed Wu Ye a picture card, "Student Wu, Brother Lin appreciates your talent and wants to invite you to sing. If you have any intentions in this regard, you can call me at any time."

It was not the first time for Wu to receive an invitation to sing, but he had never entered the circle of big stars. That circle was still very different from the small circle of small singers, so he was a little hesitant.Either you don't accept the business card, or if you accept it, it's not an intention, it's tantamount to agreeing.

"Brother Lin, I'm only a freshman, and I'm afraid I'll be shy because of my limited level." Wu Ye pushed politely.

Brother Chen laughed and put the business card in his hand, "It's okay, I've thought so much, we don't need it if you can't write well, it's not forced to buy and sell, and besides, I don't have a time limit, and there is no limit to your university graduation level Can’t write when you’re here?”

Speaking of this, it's not a problem if you don't accept it, and Wu can only accept it, "Okay, I will work hard."

Lu Yuzhou was about to push the door of the dressing room, when he heard the sound of arguing inside, he withdrew his hand on the doorknob.

"Are you out of your mind? What bar do you want to go to for a performance?" The voice belonged to Peng Cheng, "Do you know that the absence of you will affect the effect of the performance!"

"Didn't my fucking friend just invite me!" Liu Jin covered his swollen face with ice cubes, "Fuck, I just invited a girl inside for a few drinks, and when I went out, someone put a sack on it, what the hell? Let me know which group of garbage did it, I killed their whole family alive!"

"Which bar, how many hit you?" Liang Dong asked.

Liu Jin: "Fenxiang No. 16, I don't know how many, fuck, I almost killed him!"

NO.16?Lu Yuzhou frowned. Liu Jin was the one who gave Wu Ye cigarettes and called Angkor that day. Although he was not sure whether Liu Jin did it on purpose, he vaguely felt that it was not accidental that he was beaten.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, this chapter has been rewritten, this book is more difficult to write than expected, please bear with my slow hand.

Thank you Mengxi Bitan for the nutrient solution!