Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Gu Yuzheng, Ji Ran and Fu Jiahuan who were sitting on either side of her were all a little confused.
Sheng Ziyou clicked on their song, which was the latest revision. She listened carefully and said, “Why do you keep going around in circles with the same beat? You want a fast tempo and a strong rhythm, but it doesn’t say anywhere that you can’t go from slow to fast. Maybe change your thinking and create a contrast between slow and fast.”
She said, operating with both hands.
After a moment, she raised an eyebrow and said, “Look here, when entering the chorus, just use this slow rhythm, and then slowly speed it up. The stimulation will be a little less, but the overall effect is not necessarily bad.”
Sheng Ziyou did not compose the entire song but only gave a little bit of advice as a reference.
“Also, you can add rap later, but that doesn’t mean you can just replace any part with rap if you don’t know how to connect it. You want music that most of the audience can understand. It can be simple, but not perfunctory. Otherwise, what kind of work is it? Will it be a work that moves you?”
She spoke very rudely, but Gu Yuzheng was instantly inspired and started writing and drawing frantically in the notebook.
After a moment, his eyes lit up and he frantically made changes on the computer in front of him.
His pace was obviously as if he was going to overturn everything that came before.
Sheng Ziyou pushed the computer in front of her back to Ji Ran, then stood up and stretched her shoulders.
“Teacher Sheng… can you also compose?” Fu Jiahuan asked tentatively, with disbelief in his voice.
Sheng Ziyou turned around: “I didn’t say I can’t!”
Fu Jiahuan: “…” This fu**ing misunderstanding is quite deep.
Who gave her the label of “vase”?!
Is there such a blind person?
“Okay, you guys continue, I’m going to eat.” Sheng Ziyou took her cell phone and swaggered out of the practice room.
The remaining few people threw themselves into the crazy arranging.
At 7 o’clock in the evening, the arrangement was successful.
At ten o’clock in the evening, the first version of the lyrics was written.
Gu Yuzheng, who was always calm, couldn’t help but hug the computer and give it a big kiss: “Finally done!!”
Ji Ran also laughed heartily and moved his stiff neck: “Not bad, let’s leave it like this for now. We’ll start rehearsing the dance tomorrow. If we think of anything or find anything wrong, we can modify it.”
“Okay.” Jing Xianglei yawned and nodded.
Fu Jiahuan’s face was filled with joy: “So there’s nothing for me to do now? I’ll just go out for a walk!”
“What are you walking around for? Are you going to show off?” Fan Jiaxu rolled his eyes.
“Just go and show off and get some enemy intelligence at the same time!” Fu Jiahuan said and left the practice room.
There were only three groups now, and the six practice rooms were simply not all able to be used. Every group had chosen one, and it became their fixed practice room.
Fu Jiahuan went to the practice room next door first, which was taken up by Guan Yike’s group.
As soon as he entered, he felt the particularly depressing atmosphere in this practice room. Guan Yike was sitting on the floor holding a guitar, with a pen and a notebook in front of him.
Lu He sat cross-legged on the ground with a bewildered look on his face, as if he was distracted or confused.
“You guys…what’s wrong with you?” Fu Jiahuan put away the smile that was about to show off.
Guan Yike looked up, looking frustrated: “We may not be able to complete the song…”
“What’s going on? How can the song not be completed?!” Fu Jiahuan was stunned. He walked in and sat next to Guan Yike. “Isn’t there still a lot of time?”
Lu He couldn’t help but feel a little angry. Seeing that there was no cameraman around, only cameras, he turned off the microphone and said, “All of our group’s opinions were rejected by Teacher Wen.”
When they saw him turn off his microphone, everyone followed suit.
Those who turned off their microphones would not be broadcast and they could not record what they were saying.
“Why?” Fu Jiahuan frowned.
Tang Yanhao walked over to them and sat down next to him: “She said our ideas were immature.”
Guan Yike nodded. “Yes, there are only two creative people in our group, and they are not particularly strong. Therefore, we suggested that our group should not make it too complicated.”
“That’s right!”
“Yes, so Teacher Wen agreed to leave last night, and today we started arranging music and writing lyrics. But Teacher Wen came very early, and as soon as she came, she stood behind us. Whenever we wrote a little, she just said it was not good. Then she said that the arrangement and lyrics were not good.” Lu He was still frowning.
Guan Yike nodded: “Well, we asked her for her opinions, and she did give some, but they were all vague and specious.”
“Then what?” Fu Jiahuan asked.
Tang Yanhao sighed, “So we took advantage of her going to dinner to produce some results and were ready to continue. But when she came and said our work was immature and not a good one.”
Fu Jiahuan’s brows knitted together. This was really a bit too much.
Their creative ability was limited, so why did Teacher Wen require students to produce music of high standards?
And… her behavior really affected the students’ thinking!
“By the way, Teacher Sheng was with you this afternoon, how is it?” Guan Yike asked. In fact, his first choice had always been Sheng Ziyou.
But unfortunately, the other party had someone she wanted to cooperate with more…
Fu Jiahuan was very proud: “Teacher Sheng is great! We have almost finished the lyrics and music, and we will start rehearsing the dance tomorrow!”
“So fast?!” Wu Ming was surprised.
Lu He sighed: “Teacher Sheng is still the best. Although she doesn’t know anything, she won’t give blind guidance…”
“Who said Teacher Sheng can’t do anything? She even helped us compose the music. You can tell she’s a master! We have decided on the lyrics for now, and we are going to wait for her to come over next time and ask her to help revise them!” Fu Jiahuan looked quite proud.
“What?!” Lu He was shocked.
The other students also looked over in shock, almost doubting their own ears!
“We were discussing when Teacher Sheng came over. She didn’t interrupt us but just sat quietly beside us. She then got impatient waiting and opened the video updated last night to watch. After watching the video, she saw that we were still struggling, so she gave us some advice and then demonstrated it herself. Really, you can tell at a glance that Teacher Sheng knows how to do it. She is still a master!” Fu Jiahuan continued to be proud.
Their group really had a keen eye for talent and had established a good relationship with Teacher Sheng early on, so they were able to get Teacher Sheng into the group.
Fu Jiahuan couldn’t help but continue to brag. Their group was different and they never doubted Teacher Sheng because of public opinion!
Obviously, he forgot that their group was not the only one that wanted to choose Sheng Ziyou.
So soon, he was kicked out by the Guan Yike group.
This group already had some conflicts with their instructor, and now they were facing great difficulties. Fu Jiahuan actually came over to show off at this time, this made them very angry.
Fu Jiahuan was kicked out, but he didn’t care and went to the next practice room where Feng Yuanxuan’s group was based.
This group was currently recognized as the strongest, with two top original composers coming together.
You should know that both of them used their own original songs in the initial audition. Feng Yuanxuan sang very well and wrote the song very well.
The same was true for Jiao Xiu. The song he first sang had a considerable number of plays on the music platform and had won him countless fans.
“Hey, how are you guys progressing?” When Fu Jiahuan pushed the door open, he found that all the people on the other side were gathered together, discussing something.
Regarding his arrival, someone joked: “What’s the matter, you want to join our group?”
Fu Jiahuan shook his head: “Our group is pretty good, I don’t envy you!”
He then paused and asked curiously, “Didn’t they say the mysterious guest would be here today? Hasn’t she arrived yet?”
“Well, the guest had something to do today, and the production team informed us that she’ll come tomorrow.” Bei Yifan finished explaining, then couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you have the time to wander around? Is your team stuck too?”
Finally I can blow it for the second time!
Thinking this, Fu Jiahuan said proudly, “Our group has already finished writing the song!”
After he said this, Feng Yuanxuan, who had been concentrating on writing songs, looked up at him, somewhat surprised.
“Finished?!” Hu Changming was shocked for a moment, then said, “Then let us listen to it.”
Fu Jiahuan rolled his eyes: “That’s a nice thought.”
Hu Changming turned his head and stopped talking to Fu Jiahuan.
“How is your group progressing?” Fu Jiahuan walked over.
Jiao Xiu shook his head: “Still thinking about it.”
“You two original composer masters have not yet made a song? You want to make a masterpiece?” Fu Jiahuan was surprised.
Jiao Xiu looked at him and smiled, his eyes gleaming with confidence as he explained, “We really do want to strive for excellence. Why rush? Our team is still discussing it! Once inspiration strikes, it won’t be difficult.”
Fu Jiahuan nodded: “You have two composer masters in your team, so there is really nothing to be afraid of.”
Hearing this, Feng Yuanxuan looked down, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
Feng Yuanxuan had discovered a secret——
Jiao Xiu couldn’t compose at all!
When he discovered this problem, he was shocked. During the discussion last night, he mentioned several questions, and the other party’s answers were ambiguous and never gave a direct answer!
The most important thing was that he knew nothing about some music theories commonly used in composition!
Feng Yuanxuan originally thought that his guess might be wrong, so he tried it a few more times today, and finally discovered to his horror—
Jiao Xiu really couldn’t compose.
Jiao Xiu, who boasted of being a master of original creation right from the first try… couldn’t actually compose anything!
When he first learned this, Feng Yuanxuan was extremely scared.
But he didn’t dare to say it and just pursed his lips nervously.
What should I do about this matter…?
Should I pretend not to know or expose it?
Soon, Feng Yuanxuan dismissed the last thought. He was a Buddhist person who did not like to show off, so naturally he did not like to cause trouble.
Besides, Jiao Xiu was definitely not fighting alone, as he dared to set up such a character. If he told others about it, he would probably get into trouble.
Anyway, he had been writing songs for a long time, so at worst he could write the song in the next two days.
Because he discovered Jiao Xiu’s secret today, Feng Yuanxuan had no time to concentrate on his work.
After Fu Jiahuan left, Feng Yuanxuan said, “Let’s go back to the dormitory and rest. I’ll try to finish the whole music tomorrow.”
Now was the time to work overtime. There were not many students sleeping in the dormitory, not to mention that there were very few people left in their dormitory. At night, he planned to think about it carefully and then write the song.
The several students agreed, and Feng Yuanxuan left with his guitar.
Behind him, Jiao Xiu looked at his back and frowned slightly.
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