The King of Crossover Entertainment

The next morning was also the last day of the National Day holiday.

Yan Lide took Yunfeng to the piano room building.

Even though it was holiday, walking in the corridor, one could still hear the sound of pianos coming from many piano rooms.

The piano room building on the east campus is the best among the four campuses of the Magic Conservatory of Music, with more than 200 pianos of various types.

Yunfeng didn't know who Yan Lide was taking him to find, but since it was about arrangement, he must be a teacher from the composition department.

Arriving at the piano room No. 1250, Yan Lide stopped, tilted his head and smiled at Yunfeng, and said, "Here we are, Lao Wu is teaching piano, let's wait a moment."

Someone was playing the piano in the room, but it was not a piano, but a guzheng.

Yunfeng listened with his ears pricked up, but he didn't know anything about musical instruments except that he had touched the guitar. He was a complete layman watching the excitement.

It was impossible to comment on how well the guzheng played there, but the music he played sounded good to him.

After about a minute, the sound of the guzheng in the room stopped.

Yan Lide then knocked on the door and entered.

Yunfeng followed closely behind.

There were only two people in the room, a middle-aged woman about forty-five years old who was in the same grade as Yan Lide, and a girl with glasses who was about eighteen years old and about the same age as Yunfeng.

Yunfeng thought the "Old Wu" Yan Lide was talking about was a man, but by calling him that way, they should have a good relationship.

Wu Zhongyu, a high school classmate of Yan Lide, holds doctorates from Yanjing Conservatory of Music and Li Kebo Conservatory of Music, and is now the director of the Composition Department of the Shanghai Music Conservatory of Music.

She looked past Yan Lide to Yunfeng and asked, "Is this the one you wrote "Dragon Fist"?"

The other party's tone was somewhat questioning, but Yunfeng didn't take it seriously and said, "Yes, teacher."

The girl with glasses on the side pushed up the frame of her glasses. The music and lyrics complemented each other. Although they were from different departments, they had heard about it. There was a powerful figure among the freshmen and he wrote a very high-quality lyrics.

"What?" Yan Lide smiled proudly and said, "You still don't believe that "Dragon Fist" was written by an eighteen-year-old child?"

Wu Zhongyu swept away the serious expression on his face and turned to smile: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's just jealousy."

When Yan Lide heard this, the smile on his face became even bigger, because he knew that Wu Zhongyu's words were not about being jealous of Yunfeng for being able to write "Dragon Fist", but about being jealous that he had a good talent.

Yunfeng, who did not understand the actual meaning of the encrypted call between the two, blushed with embarrassment.

Yan Lide stopped his smile, got to the point, and said seriously: "Xiaoyun, you want to sing "Dragon Fist" again now. Do you need some drum beats?"

It's a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk.

He had his own plan. If Yunfeng sang well, then he would use it. Otherwise, there would be a reason to hand it over to Wu Zhongyu.

Yunfeng shook his head and said, "No need, I'll just sing."

It is indeed a bit strange to sing "Dragon Fist" without accompaniment, but if it were not for the rhythm of the drums in the original arrangement, it might be confused.

He cleared his throat. Being nervous in front of two teachers was unavoidable, so he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sang: "With Dunhuang as the center of the northeast, the coastline of this nation is like a bow...

I opened the sky with my right fist and transformed into a dragon. The heart of the earth beat violently and restlessly...

Waiting for a hero, I am that dragon! "

Four minutes can be said to be long or short.

Yunfeng's nervousness disappeared completely by the middle of the song.

I used my existing singing skills to the extreme and sang "Dragon Fist" completely.

In addition to writing code, the rest of the time is spent consolidating and strengthening singing practice, and the level is close to amateur level.

When Yunfeng opened his eyes, he saw three people who were stunned.

I thought, maybe there is something wrong with my singing.

It took about ten seconds for the three of them to come to their senses.

but……

Still no one spoke.

Yunfeng felt very tortured and couldn't help but ask: "Do I have no talent for singing?"

"Dragon Fist" is a good song, there is no doubt about it, so he thinks it is his problem.

Yan Lide clenched his fists and said slightly excitedly: "This is how it feels!"

Yunfeng had a question mark on his face.

Yan Lide himself tried to sing "Dragon Fist" many times, but he couldn't achieve the momentum as written in the lyrics. When Yun Feng finished singing, this was definitely how he felt.

At this moment, Wu Zhongyu looked at Yunfeng with a different look, containing a hint of fanaticism, and said: "Young man, do you want to transfer to the composition department? I believe, definitely and definitely, that you can become an excellent composer in the future."

The girl with glasses was quite surprised. The teacher's evaluation must have been too high. You must know that there is a big difference between "composer" and "composer".

This time, Yunfeng was stunned.

Yan Lide's eyes widened and he said, "Old Wu, are you poaching my people in front of me like this, okay?"

Wu Zhongyu turned a deaf ear and said to Yun Feng: "You don't have to worry about changing departments, leave it to me. The composition department of the Shanghai Music Conservatory of Music is second to none among our Chinese art colleges."

Yan Lide immediately became anxious and prepared to refute.

But I heard Yunfeng say: "Thank you for your kindness, teacher. I have no idea of ​​changing my department now, but if there is anything I don't understand about composition, I will definitely ask you for advice."

It is very difficult for a person who does not understand any music theory or music score to directly sing the complete melody of a song.

Even now, after writing a piece of music, she still needs to make some modifications, and it is rare that she can complete it in one go.

So, Wu Zhongyu wanted to fight for it again.

Yan Lide suddenly had an idea and said, "Old Wu, I can see that you like Xiaoyun very much. How about this, you exchange Xiaotang with me."

Xiaotang is the girl with glasses, her full name is Tang Yu, a freshman in the composition department.

Wu Zhongyu was blocked by Yan Lide's words. This old guy will not let go easily.

She looked at Yunfeng, then at Tang Yu, and sighed, "You can't have both fish and bear's paw. It's a bargain for you, Old Yan."

Yan Lide rolled his eyes at her. What do you mean it's a bargain for me? You can have it, but I can't?

Yunfeng and Tang Yu were both speechless. Why did they exchange them like goods?

After Wu Zhongyu gave up, he returned to the topic and said to Tang Yu, "Did you record it?"

Tang Yu nodded and handed the recorder over.

Wu Zhongyu played back the song "Dragon Fist" sung by Yunfeng, confirmed that there were no breaks, and said to Yan Lide and Yunfeng: "I will ask Xiao Tang to write the score. As for the arrangement, do you have any requirements?"

Yan Lide looked at Yunfeng and said: "If you have any requirements or directions, you can mention them at will."

Yunfeng touched his nose and said: "I think the prelude should have our Chinese drums, the interlude should have guzheng, and then the electric guitar should run through the whole song. The style is hip-hop."

He wanted the original arrangement of "Dragon Fist", but he only remembered these things, so he could only hope to get closer.

Wu Zhongyu raised his eyes and said with a puzzled look: "You really don't know anything about composition?"

Yunfeng shook his head and said: "Not at all."

He originally wanted to go to the library to find some books on composition, but he has been busy typing and practicing songs recently, so he really can't spare the time.

Wu Zhongyu saw that he looked serious and didn't seem to be lying. Besides, there was no need to hide this matter. She was even more surprised. His musical sense was too good.

Tang Yu's eyes flashed with envy. She had absolute pitch and was taught music by her parents since she was a child, but she couldn't do it like Yunfeng.

Yan Lide knows some composing skills, but his level is not high, so he still needs to look up to Wu Zhongyu. He asked, "Old Wu, what do you think? These requirements are a piece of cake for you."

Wu Zhongyu blurted out, "Don't flatter me. It takes some time to make a matching arrangement. You don't want me to be perfunctory, do you?"

Yan Lide shook his head and said, "That can't be possible. Don't I know you? You want to achieve perfection in everything you do."

Wu Zhongyu pondered for a moment, made a promise, and said, "I will definitely let him use this song "Dragon Fist" to participate in the finals of the campus singer competition."

Yan Lide smiled and said, "I feel relieved when you said that."

Yunfeng followed and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Wu Zhongyu thought for a while, and then said, "Add Xiao Tang to WeChat. If there is any problem, I will let her notify you."

The two added WeChat, listened to Yan Lide and Wu Zhongyu chatting for a while, and then found an excuse to leave.

When they got to the lower floor, Tang Yu suddenly turned to Yun Feng, stretched out her hand, smiled slightly, and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Tang Yu."

Yun Feng stretched out his hand and gently shook it, smiling and saying, "Hello, my name is Yun Feng."

Only then did he realize that the black-framed glasses Tang Yu was wearing had no lenses.

And looking closely, Tang Yu's facial features were very delicate, with light makeup, and her appearance was not low.

"I'm going back to the dormitory. Bye."

"Bye."