Old-time musicians

Just when Fan Ning was surrounded three floors inside and three floors outside, and the noise of the boys almost overturned the classroom——

"Bang!"

There was a dull thumping sound on the table from the corner of the front row.

"It's so noisy, are you finished?"

A cold male voice reached everyone's ears.

The speaker was wearing a straight black dress, tall and thin, with a stern face. He was the leader of the grade group, Merich from the piano department.

He stood up from his seat, still holding the pen in his hand, with ink marks still on his fingertips.

"Is this the gentlemanly demeanor you have as an Imperial Public School student?" Meric's gray eyes were filled with cold light as he slowly scanned the crowd, focusing longer on the ones who were making the most violent noises.

Fan Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The team leader should be able to save him this time.

"That's right. Are you all bored?"

"You don't want the music, why are you making trouble by crowding in front?"

"That's right, if you like Miss Roy, you can have sex with her yourself. Why are you having sex with her?" A girl who looked weak could not help but express herself in confusion because she was too angry.

Girl, what are you talking about? Fan Ning almost trembled in fright when he heard this sentence.

But in short, the first few students who talked to Fan Ning also expressed their dissatisfaction, and more and more people followed.

As a result, Fan Ning caused public outrage, and then these people caused more people to be angry...

Finally they dispersed in all directions and took their seats.

But those eyes from all directions... If it could kill people, Fan Ning felt that he would have been dead long ago.

"Hell, two guys, Lu and Cecil, from the second and third groups, one asked for leave and the other didn't choose this course." Meric mumbled and sat down, continuing to bury himself in thick books and papers. creation.

With a long sigh of relief, Fan Ning lowered his head and opened his briefcase: "I'm sorry everyone, I may not have printed enough of the "Fantasy Impromptu". There are only ten copies here."

"My first."

"I was the second one before."

"I'm also one of the first ones."

Each score has nine sides and five pages, and Fanning has arranged it with a wire binding machine.

"Thanks, Carolne."

"Thanks."

Fan Ning handed them one by one to the outstretched hands of everyone.

"Um, I'm really sorry. It seems it's actually Jiufen, and the last one is my manuscript." Fan Ning looked at the girl in the yellow dress who stretched out her hands pitifully in front of him.

"Can you give it to me?" Her eyes were shining.

"No." Fan Ning politely refused.

Yesterday I finished writing "Fantasy Impromptu" and then started writing a string quartet. My hands almost broke while writing, okay?

Feeling that everyone was staring at his manuscript more eagerly, he hurriedly stuffed the manuscript back into his briefcase.

"Everyone, you can borrow the classmates next to you to make copies after class. Downstairs is the printing service point of Pushall Publishing House in our school."

After Fan Ning said the last words, he began to look for a seat.

In the corner of the back row, he saw a guy wearing a vest lying on the table, burying his face deeply in his arms and sleeping soundly.

"Calvin, you're here to catch up on your sleep so early in the morning."

Fan Ning recognized the curly hair style of his previous roommate and sat next to him after saying hello.

Calvin slowly raised his head, revealing a dull face and heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Oh my god, brother, you have to take care of yourself." Fan Ning said in surprise.

Your part-time job with a weekly salary of 5 pounds is too labor-intensive, right? …

Fan Ning activated his inspiration and imagined the sphere where three beams of light converged expanding from his chest.

He "saw" that Calvin's etheric body was normal, but the boundary between the emotional body and the astral body seemed a bit blurry. In addition, the "candle" phase was not golden but close to earthy yellow, and the silhouette also had a peach shape similar to the "pool" phase. red.

Is there anything unusual about this?

"What have you been doing lately? Don't you sleep at night?"

Calvin yawned for ten seconds: "Mainly because composing music is so difficult. Caroln, you guys can write such beautiful works and be in such good spirits all day long. You are really monsters."

Is it because ignorant people compose music until their inspiration runs out? ...Fan Ning himself is not sure.

Fan Ning asked again: "Didn't your composition test that day be handed in the next day? Why are you still composing?"

"Because my results in the first round were very good! Among 182 people, I ranked 10th!" Mentioning this matter, Calvin finally regained his energy.

"So I started to face the second round of small works selection test. This time we have to write a sonata, but only in one movement."

"It seems that the opportunity to stay in school and serve has really inspired you." Fan Ning said with a smile.

But he was still a little surprised. Calvin's previous composition skills were really average. If he got the opportunity to play the French horn in the graduation concert, it would be in line with Fan Ning's expectations.

"Hey, don't tell me, I'm not the only one who got lucky this year. There are two guys who usually can't hold down eight bars of composition, but they are ranked higher than me. What a ghost." Calvin He curled his lips.

Fan Ning couldn't understand now: "It seems that everyone has inspiration when they burst out?"

Calvin yawned: "Don't talk about this... I heard from the grapevine that the second round of test for your large-scale work selection is chamber music writing. It should be officially announced at the next group meeting."

"That's the same as last year."

My string quartet was also prepared for the upcoming round of tests.

"But I heard that there are some changes in the test format this year."

"Oh?"

"You should remember that the second round of entries in previous years were all performed at the school's upcoming New Year's Concert."

"Yes, this time is at the end of every year, and then the whole school's teachers and students will vote." Fanning recalled.

"But this year I heard that your second round of entries will be put on the Uflansay City Concert Hall for a special performance! And then the whole art world will vote in the new works exhibition hall!"

Hmm? This is indeed a big challenge, Fanning thought in his heart.

He just got this news at this moment, later than the head of Cecil.

In the city concert hall, the scrutiny faced is not only from the music world of Uflansay, but also from the whole country and even abroad.

Compared with the previous scope of the school, the degree of expansion is exponential.

Those contemporary mature artists, those mainstream cultural review media, facing the immature student works, some will give encouragement, but more will be merciless nitpicking and criticism.

And there is another point: in school, each student has the right to one vote, and although the operating factors exist, they are not big.

The New Works Exhibition Hall of the City Concert Hall has its own voting mechanism.

The audience's rank, consumption record, and influence in the art world are all factors that affect the weight of the audience's vote.

In the eyes of the Empire music fans, it is difficult for genius music works to be buried, but this does not prevent the system from having a complex operating logic.

I really need to use the performers and appreciators with greater social influence to help my entry open up the situation.

"Keep it up, Carloen." Calvin yawned again, "The last "Fantasy Impromptu" made you popular in our music department, and there are also a few students in other departments who are optimistic about you. We will definitely help you vote."

After saying that, he buried his face in his arms and continued to sleep soundly.

Fanning's hand opened the exquisite envelope under the seat.

An invitation letter to a salon issued in the name of Miss Roy, which not only contained basic information, but also included Miss Roy's home address, private phone number, a list of housekeepers for various matters, and the departure time and location of the car that would pick up Fanning.

This invitation letter was enough to trigger some mass incidents at St. Lenya University.

Of course, Fanning's main attention was not on it.

Next came brand new 50-gold-pound banknotes, a full 10 pieces, enough to buy the apartment he currently lived in.

Uvransel does not officially issue banknotes. Several major mainstream banks each issue their own banknotes. In addition to the portrait of King Louis, their pages also have carefully designed bank logos and different denominations.

Logically, if a bank goes bankrupt, the banknotes issued will become waste paper, but in this era of booming industry and prosperity within reach, people have sufficient confidence in the imperial economy.

They are the largest denominations currently issued by the Imperial Bank.

Fanning smelled the special fragrance of the ink and felt the delicate and thick feel, and felt that they were extremely comfortable.

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P.S. The protagonist's "First Light of Familiarity" ability is not something I made up randomly. It is related to music and the protagonist's heritage. It's just that the tip of the iceberg of limitations has only just been revealed. The protagonist will slowly approach its essence later. Well, you can also use your imagination to guess where it is related to music. (Hint: It's mainly in the field of composition and conducting)

Okay, I've added another hundred words (escape)