Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

It's been a few days since the music show.

Zong Xiang got up early.

She plans to go to the study hall to read professional books for a while.

Although she still relies on her mentor to lead her major, the basic academic system is also important, so she never wants to waste time.

Her goal is to become the Qu Daddy of Xia Kingdom.

The so-called Qu Dad is a few great composers who are at the forefront of the entire composition circle.

If there must be a clear benchmark, it is to win the "Yucheng Best Composition Award".

This award is one of the criteria for reaching Qu Da, and it is also the most important one.

Zong Xiang's goal is to win this award before he is thirty-five years old, and then become a real Qu father at the age of forty-five.

Zong Xiang packed up his textbooks and prepared to go to the study room.

On the way, she opened the V letter and looked at it.

Sure enough, it was all kinds of group news.

Most of them are still discussing who "Honglu" is.

Since she surprised everyone with her song "Liang Zhu" a few days ago, they have asked where this song came from.

Zong Xiang naturally told the truth, so they flocked to Honglu's music column.

And then these days there is a lot of noise in the group.

"I don't think Honglu should be an old-timer, he can know it with his hands, and he should be quite young. "

"Not necessarily, which of us who study instrumental music or composition is not to protect our hands, especially those who learn piano. This can't be seen at all. "

"It is absolutely impossible for someone who can create "Liang Zhu" to be unknown, and he must have a great reputation in the industry. "

"If you're famous, why don't you just show up?".

"Maybe it's just the big guy teasing us, so we don't want to show up. "

"I see that you are all thinking about it, can't young people and newcomers write amazing songs?".

"Don't talk about it, which newcomer can write "Liang Zhu", I ate all the keyboards!".

"Hehe, don't worry, let's see if the big guy in the back will make another tune. "

“......"

Just as Zong Xiang was reading these comments, someone next to her suddenly shouted at her.

"Teacher Fang?" Zong Xiang looked over, and a female teacher in her sixties was walking over.

"Zong Xiang, are you going to self-study or practice?" Teacher Fang smiled kindly.

"Go to self-study, read a book, and then practice in the afternoon when you have time. Zong Xiang replied.

For a second-year graduate student, if you don't rush your dissertation or the supervisor doesn't have a task schedule, then you have plenty of personal time.

Teacher Fang nodded when he heard this, and said, "Did you create the song you played that day?"

Looking at Teacher Fang's curious eyes, Zong Xiang knew that she was definitely not as well-informed as her students.

"It's not me, it's a man named Honglu. "

Zong Xiang shook his head and said, then clicked on his mobile phone to search for Honglu, and soon a video popped up.

"You see, this is the music column. Zong Xiang said, "And you can also see in the Kule app that the students of our academy seem to be helping "Liang Zhu" to make the list." "

Speaking of this, Zong Xiang felt a little weird.

Because since her classmates knew that "Liang Zhu" was also uploaded to Kule by Honglu, but because there was no platform to promote it, it was not popular, and their reaction was:

Hold it on fire!

Why is there such a reaction?

Very simple.

A song that was praised by almost all teachers and students in the academy and finally won the top award, deserves to be seen by everyone.

They are crazy about their classmates and friends.

That's not enough.

They also want more people to listen to this song.

It's a very strange nature.

If it's food, people don't necessarily want to share.

But if it's music or movies, they ask others to watch it.

Teacher Fang helped his reading glasses and said, "It's this person, okay, thank you Zong Xiang." "

Zong Xiang waved his hand and said, "It's okay." "

After the two separated, Mr. Fang took out his mobile phone to find Honglu and clicked on it.

As an old man who is about to retire, Mr. Fang has always liked to explore and cultivate new people.

"I don't know if this Honglu is a peer. Teacher Fang was secretly curious, "If not, then it is really talented and can be cultivated well, a master can't run." "

......

Just as Teacher Fang was chattering, Qin Wen, who she regarded as a "future composer master", was called to the office of the dean of the School of History.

"Dean, what's the matter?" Qin Wen sat on the sofa and took a sip of hot tea.

Dean Yang smiled: "Good thing. "

Qin Wen looked at him when he heard this, and was a little puzzled: "What's the good thing?"

He doesn't remember anything good about him that would happen in the near future.

"Guess what. Dean Yang said with a smile.

Qin Wen covered his face.

At such an age, he is still like a child.

"Can't guess. Qin Wen shook his head honestly.

Dean Yang was helpless, but he still said happily: "In the future, I will call you Professor Qin." "

Professor Qin?

Qin Wen was stunned.

"The title has been evaluated?".

Dean Yang nodded.

"So soon, I didn't hear any news, so I decided?" Qin Wen wondered.

Dean Yang joked: "Or the whole podium, let you come up and make an acceptance speech." "

"Okay, don't worry about those trivial things, you will be Professor Qin from today onwards. "

As he spoke, he patted Qin Wen on the shoulder.

Qin Wen nodded and smiled: "My salary has also gone up or something, huh?"

"It's gone up, it's up, and the benefits are high. "

Qin Wen nodded happily.

"You, you, you're a little rich now, and you still care about this dead salary. Dean Yang said speechlessly.

Qin Wen said: "Our salary and benefits are also earned by class, hard work." "

After speaking, Qin Wen couldn't help but laugh.

A few classes a week, but it's really not too hard.

"Go and go, get cheap and sell well. "Dean Yang didn't have a good air.

Walking out of the dean's office and looking up at the blue sky, Qin Wen was in a good mood.

After all the hard work, I finally got the professor's brand.

"Not bad, not bad......

".