The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 110 Zhao Wanqi, you wait for me!

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Department of Vocal Music.

Professor's Office.

Wang Wenlan was staring at the report in his hand with a very focused expression.

But in fact, she hadn't turned the page for several minutes.

Because she was quietly eavesdropping on the chat between Professor Liu Chun'e and the young female assistant.

Well, that's the perks of being a student assistant.

While on duty, she could inadvertently hear inside information that many ordinary students could not understand at all.

Moreover, she can get familiar with the professor, and she has the opportunity to be prioritized for the benefits assigned by many schools, as well as the potential resources in the hands of the professor.

Of course, there is also a big difference between academic assistants. Being assigned to the big office of an ordinary instructor, and being assigned to a full-time professor with senior qualifications, these are completely two concepts.

In Professor Liu Chun'e's office, working as an academic assistant is a fat shortage that many students want to compete for.

Wang Wenlan was able to grab this position that is beneficial to her future in the cruel competition, except for her excellent grades, outstanding appearance, and steadfast sweetness...

Perhaps, and her roommate, because of the chairman of the Magic Art Student Union!

Because this old professor is a figurehead in the Magic Art Vocal Music Department.

Professor Liu has taught many first-line singers, including the now popular inspirational goddess Zhao Wanqi, who was also a student of this old lady in the past.

"Mr. Liu, Junior Sister Wanqi mentioned you again in the interview yesterday," said the young female teaching assistant.

She was also Liu Chun'e's student before, and she chose to stay in school after graduation, only two terms earlier than Zhao Wanqi.

Therefore, she would call Zhao Wanqi a schoolgirl.

Professor Liu said with a smile: "This child is a nostalgic person. She always says in front of the media how much I have helped her, but this is what a teacher should do."

"I am the same to you students. She can get to where she is today, and it is all her own efforts. As the old saying goes, the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual."

The old lady was very modest and did not take Zhao Wanqi's success to herself, but there was a hint of relief in her eyes.

After all, students can still think of her as a good teacher after they are qualified, and this is her sense of accomplishment in teaching and educating others.

"By the way, Mr. Liu, I'm very curious about one thing." The female assistant asked again, "Do you know who Wan Qi is talking about on the show?"

"I haven't heard of the students of our Magic Art yet. Who has the level of writing lyrics and music? It shouldn't be a discussion between the school leaders and Wan Qi..."

Having said this, the female teaching assistant immediately stopped her words, realizing that she had made some blunders.

But that's what she thought.

She felt that this was the leader of Magic Art, so she asked Zhao Wanqi to say this on the show for the admissions two months later.

After all, although Magic Art is a top domestic college, it is not without art colleges of the same level in Kyoto.

Therefore, during the admissions season every year, these top universities are also the Eight Immortals crossing the sea to show their magical powers, trying every means to attract outstanding students.

"You."

Professor Liu pointed to the female teaching assistant, and reprimanded: "I have been a teaching assistant for several years, and I still speak as openly as I was a student. Is this something you can say?"

"Mr. Liu, I'm the one who spoke out." The female assistant hurriedly admitted her mistake, her face looked very uneasy.

"Pay more attention in the future." Seeing the panicked appearance of the female assistant, Professor Liu didn't reprimand her any further.

After graduation, female teaching assistants have stayed in the school to teach, and they are always in contact with students, so their minds are naturally simpler than those in ordinary workplaces.

Wang Wenlan in the corner of the office held her breath and tried her best to reduce her presence. Although she was also curious about this topic, the water was deep inside...

She is a student assistant who can't handle it.

However, she did not expect to hear the answer.

As if to ease the tension, Professor Liu took a sip of Uncle Tea and said:

"Wan Qi is not a liar, she tells the truth on the show."

"Junior girl's songwriter is really a student of our magic art?" The female assistant was a little surprised.

Glancing at the office door, Professor Liu lowered his voice and said:
"Wan Qi promised to keep it a secret, so she told me that her songwriter was Wen Yan from the three-year class of the composition department."

"That's not the class taught by Mr. Fang, no wonder." The female teaching assistant suddenly realized.

Professor Liu put down the teacup and said, "I promised Wan Qi to keep it a secret, so please don't tell me anything."

"Teacher, don't worry, I'm absolutely tight-lipped." Patting her hard chest, the female teaching assistant made a promise.

The composition department...every three years...Wen Yan, Wang Wenlan in the corner, her eyes are shining, she seems to know a big secret.

It seems that this news was sent to the forum. As a senior gossip party, Wang Wenlan's heart ignited the desire to share.

But considering that this student assistant was not easy to come by, she still stopped her thoughts that she shouldn't have.

at the same time.

Department of Vocal Music.

Professor Li's office.

"Wan Qi promised to keep it a secret, so she told me that her songwriter is..."

"Don't spread the word about it."

"Professor Li, don't worry, we are not people with broken mouths, we promise to keep our mouths shut."

"That's fine."

After half an hour.

Wang Wenlan returned to the dormitory and met her roommate, who is also the chairman of the student union of Magic Art.

"Xiaoya, let me tell you, I heard a big secret in Professor Liu's office today."

"If it involves the private affairs of the school leaders, you don't need to tell me." After training in the student council for a few years, Li Qingya developed a cautious style of behavior.

"No, no, it's the songwriting genius that is being discussed on our school forum."

"Oh, let's hear it."

Wang Wenlan: "****************"

"I told you alone, don't miss it."

"Don't worry, Heaven knows, Earth knows, you know, I know."

……

The female teaching assistant came to the large office of the vocal music department and happened to hear several colleagues discussing the post on the school forum.

"When did the students in our school become so powerful? This achievement in lyrics and music has made us teaching assistants scum in seconds."

"Yes, yes, I don't know his specific identity, but don't be the students we brought, otherwise I would be embarrassed and stand on the podium to teach him a lesson."

"It certainly won't be the students of our vocal music department. The ones who are embarrassed now should be those teaching assistants in the composition department."

Listening to the discussions of colleagues, the female teaching assistant couldn't help but join the topic.

2 minute later.

"Professor Liu promised Wan Qi to keep it a secret, so don't miss it."

"Understand, understand, promise to be tight-lipped."

……

Hongwen Building.

piano classroom.

Li Benwei was sitting under the podium in an orderly manner. He was also the first person to recover from the sad mood of the wedding in his dream.

Because he now really understands the embarrassment in the mouths of the assistant teachers in the vocal music department.

The level of the students is even higher than that of his teacher, so how can he teach this piano class?
Looking at Wen Yan on the podium, Li Benwei's mood was a little complicated.

Then he started preaching again, so that this poor student who likes to ask for leave can experience the feeling of embarrassment, so that he can be ashamed and brave.

But he didn't expect that Wen Yan's level was even higher than his.

Therefore, the person who should be ashamed and brave now has become himself.

No wonder Wen Yan didn't come to his piano lessons, it was a disgrace to his level!

"Clap clap clap."

Just when Li Benwei regretted secretly, the students under the stage also came out of the sad atmosphere and began to applaud the warm words on the podium.

Thank you for the musical feast he brought to everyone.

After the applause subsided, Wen Yan looked at Li Benwei under the stage and asked:

"Mr. Li, how do you feel about my adaptation?"

"good, very good, excellent."

Li Benwei gave an objective evaluation: "Only speaking of piano playing skills, classmate Wen is a bit better than my teacher."

"As for your adaptation of the Dreaming Song, the teacher will not comment too much, because my level is not enough."

Li Benwei said very calmly, and did not deliberately depreciate Wen Yan's level because his achievements in the piano exceeded his teacher.

To do so would be an insult to the music.

"coax!"

Hearing Li Benwei's comments, the classroom was immediately fried.

Except for a few people, everyone can only hear that the song adapted by Wen Yan is very good, but they don't know how high Wen Yan's level is.

"Fuck..." The uneducated Shen Mingzai uttered a foul language.

Wen Shuhao, a man from the Northeast, almost broke Chen Shuwen, who was in a daze beside him:
"Shuwen, is the fourth child's piano level really as high as the teacher said?"

"Yes, maybe." Chen Shuwen swallowed.

As the top student of 423, Chen Shuwen is one of the few people in the classroom who can hear the level of Wen Yan.

That's why he was so surprised.

"Xiao Qiao, the teacher is joking, is my male god so powerful?" Zhou Rui was obviously shocked.

Looking at the video on the phone, she took the opportunity to record the video, and she showed the star eyes that are standard for nympho.

She just wanted to take a picture of Wen Yan's embarrassment, but she accidentally recorded the moment when Wen Yan crushed the teacher.

Tang Xiaoqiao's eyes moved, and his voice trembled:

"His piano level may be even better than what Mr. Li said."

"Everyone be quiet."

Li Benwei walked back to the podium, pressed his hands under the stage, and said seriously:

"If any of you have the level of classmate Wen, please come to the stage and play a song. You will not use it in my piano lessons in the future. I am willing to give credits."

"Ha ha……"

There was another burst of laughter under the stage, but no one dared to show a hand on the podium.

Obviously, everyone also has self-knowledge. They don't have the level of performance in gentle words.

"call……"

Seeing that no one dared to take the stage under the stage, Li Benwei was really relieved. If there is another contestant like Wen Yan, he can't continue to take this piano class in the composition department.

"Mr. Li, do you mean that I don't have to come to class again in the future?" Wen Yan's face brightened.

This is the effect he wants to create by showing off his hand, otherwise, with his lazy temperament, he is unwilling to show the limelight.

Holding the cup in front of these classmates, he could not feel the slightest sense of accomplishment.

With this time, he might as well think about it, how to realize his wish of "committing the following".

"In view of Wen's piano level, teacher I have nothing to teach."

Li Benwei said calmly: "In the future, you may not use my class."

"Thank you teacher!" Wen Yan bowed politely.

Then, he walked to the back row of the classroom. Although Li Benwei agreed that he would not have to come to class again in the future, it was not easy for him to just show off.

No matter how you say it, you must finish this class, otherwise, where will the teacher's face be?

Staying in the front line of doing things, and seeing each other well in the future, Wen Yan still understands the worldly feelings.

"Student Wen, wait a moment."

When Wen Yan was about to step off the podium, Li Benwei suddenly stopped him.

"Do you have anything else?" Wen Yan stopped and asked politely.

"This dream-seeking song, after your adaptation, the mood of the song itself, as well as the emotion to be expressed, has undergone great changes."

After thinking for a while, Li Benwei said, "Can you name her again?"

This piece was adapted by Wen Yan, and the authorship naturally fell to him.

"Let's call her "Wedding in a Dream"." Wen Yan said without hesitation.

Duo Wen should also have his own bottom line, unless the background of the work itself and Blue Star is too inconsistent.

Otherwise, Wen Yan would not arbitrarily modify the content of previous works.

This is respect for people's hard work!
Well, it's not that he is lazy.

"A wedding in a dream, a wedding in a dream..." Tang Xiaoqiao, who was in the audience, whispered the name of the song that Wen Yan said.

"Thorn."

An electric current flashed through her mind, Tang Xiaoqiao's body trembled slightly, her breathing became rapid, she seemed to have found the missing piece of the puzzle.

Talking about the wedding in the dream, and thinking of the sadness when listening to the song not long ago, the picture in Tang Xiaoqiao's mind became clearer and clearer.

In the first half of the song, the sometimes sad and sometimes joyful melody is accompanied by an ethereal, but inaccessible, artistic conception. Isn't this the feeling in a dream?
As the most beautiful ceremony of love, wedding is the joy between lovers, but if all this is a fantasy that happens in a dream.

After waking up from the dream, all illusions will eventually be shattered. What kind of sadness is that?
As a girl who likes romance, Tang Xiaoqiao can't help but think of the news she saw not long ago:
A couple who have been in love for three years, their girlfriend suddenly suffered a car accident and became a vegetative state. The doctor said that the hope of recovery in the future is very slim.

After hearing the "verdict" given by the doctor, the girl's father, in addition to his heartache, also told his daughter's boyfriend that there was no need to wait any longer.

Life is very long, the hope of her daughter's recovery is very slim, and her boyfriend is in his prime. As a father, he is naturally unwilling to delay other people's happiness.

But this boy was very stubborn. He ignored the opposition of both parents and put on the diamond ring he carefully prepared for his comatose girlfriend in the ward.

In the ward, he read out the wedding vows that "no matter in the future, rich or poor, health or disease..." he will never leave.

"Xiao Qiao, why are you crying?" Zhou Rui was startled.

"It's okay, it's okay." Tang Xiaoqiao hurriedly wiped away her tears and said, "This song reminds me of a sad story."

Zhou Rui: "..."

As an optimist, she could not fully appreciate the world of young literary women.

Isn't a song the difference between "good" and "bad"?
She even made herself cry to Lenovo, her roommate is really a brain bug.

After Wen Yan returned to his seat, Li Benwei looked at everyone in the classroom.

"I know that some classmates made a video just now, but I hope you don't repost it at will, at least in the past few days."

"As a musician, everyone must understand the importance of copyright, so I don't need to stress this point."

Then, he looked at Wen Yan and said, "You also hurry up to register the copyright."

"Okay." Wen Yan nodded.

In fact, he has already registered copyright, and Wen Yan has a strong sense of copyright.

For all unlocked works, he has registered the copyright with the Literature and Art Association in advance.

In the next piano class, Li Benwei would say something before asking students to memorize knowledge points:
"Except for Wen Yan, everyone should keep this point in mind."

"Except for Wen Yan, everyone remember to practice this rhythm after class."

In this situation, Wen Yan couldn't help but think of Xing Ye's King of Destruction.

But as time passed, Wen Yan suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon——

Whenever there is a classmate, after bowing his head and playing with his mobile phone, he will look at him with unstoppable shock in his eyes.

Wen Yan touched his face, could it be that he has become handsome again?

It wasn't until Shen Mingzai's exclamation came from his ear that Wen Yan understood what was going on.

"I fuck..."

Shen Mingzai pointed to the phone and looked at Wen Yan with a look of astonishment: "My goddess' song, was your kid writing it?"

Wen Yan: "..."

He grabbed the phone and glanced at it before he understood what was going on. A post suddenly appeared on the school forum——

Zhao Wanqi's songwriter and talented student of Magic Art is a gentle word for the three-year class of the composition department!

Looking at the thousands of comments below the post, Wen Yan's eyelids jumped fiercely.

How did he reveal it?

He doesn't even need to ask Yuanfang, there must be something strange about this matter!
Wen Yan instantly pointed the finger at Zhao Wanqi.

Thinking that the girl had sworn to him in the morning that her sister had always been tight-lipped, Wen Yan wanted to print out the bloody emoji and throw it on her face.

Very tight-lipped!

"Zhao Xiaoying, wait for me!"

Seeing the surprise in the eyes of her classmates, Wen Yan couldn't help but have a headache, how to deal with the next scene!

wait online,
in a hurry.

……

　It is really helpless to keep the attendance, so I wrote 4000 words in this chapter, but the website is charged for the first [-] words.

　　Feel sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)