"Girls, guys, let's be quiet!"

In a room that looked like a classroom, a woman in her thirties clapped her hands and focused her chatting and spanking the boys and girls in the room.

When the teacher heard the teacher speak, more than 20 trainees in the classroom sat down one by one, waiting for the start of the lecture. The female teacher seemed very satisfied with everyone's performance and nodded with her head.

"Okay! Today is our weekly lyrics and music class. Originally, I will teach this course for everyone, but today I invited our company's chief composer - Senior Yu Yongzhen! Welcome everyone!"

As he said that, the female teacher took the lead and led everyone to clap and encourage everyone to stir up the atmosphere.

Hearing the cheers of the students in the house, Yu Yongzhen couldn't help but smile bitterly, and glared at a young man behind him. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been the same as a teacher today. Since the students were cheering, of course he should have walked in. Yu Yongzhen pushed the door and walked in slowly, followed by a young man.

After seeing that the person who came was Yu Yongzhen, everyone's cheers became even louder. As trainees, they knew that singing, dancing, variety shows, etc. were not uncommon, but only lyrics and compositions made the company's leaders value it, because there is a big difference between singing a good song and writing a good song.

Yu Yongzhen smiled and pressed his hands down. After everyone's voices completely quieted, he said, "Today I will lead everyone to experience the wonderful world of lyrics and composition! We will also learn from each other and improve each other!"

Yu Yongzhen's speech was gentle and very close. In just a few words, he attracted another round of cheers from everyone.

Most of everyone's eyes fell on Yu Yongzhen, but instead ignored someone who followed him. However, among the trainees in the audience, there were a pair of eyes staring at him, looking confused and puzzled: "Why are you here?"

Yu Yongzhen said a few more words, then he remembered that there was someone following behind him. He smiled and then turned around and said to him: "Junrong, you go down and find a seat by yourself!"

Li Junrong nodded. He had already aimed at a position just now, so after Yu Yongzhen said that, he walked straight there, and waved his hand slightly at a girl when passing by her seat.

"Hmph!" The little girl snorted disdainfully, and raised her head proudly and stopped looking at him.

Li Junrong sat behind the little girl and saw someone looking at him vigilantly. Li Junrong nodded at them kindly, and there was no need to conflict with them. Looking around, Li Junrong had another illusion, as if he had returned to a certain point in his life, with youth, laughter, tears, and touching...

However, a piece of paper that happened to be thrown on his nose broke his fantasy. The reality was so cruel. He caught the piece of paper in his hand, and Li Junrong's eyes glanced at a girl who was shaking her shoulders in front of him and saw that she was smirking.

He unfolded the paper ball, and a few words were written crookedly: "Uncle, what are you doing?" Compared with the little girl himself, the font is really not very good-looking. Li Junrong picked up the pen and replied simply. He hadn't done such a thing for a long time, and he was under the teacher's nose. He remembered that he had done a note like passing a note in his previous life, and his task at that time was just "transmission".

On the podium, Yu Yongzhen had already sorted out what he was going to talk about today. He coughed a few times, and the classroom was silent. Even the craziest girl, who was usually the craziest, sat upright.

"Today, I'll talk to you about how to write lyrics and composing music, and what kind of mentality should you have!"

"There are many ways to create melody, and no one dares to speak; 'It must be done so that you can create good melody!', it can be said that no one dares to boast about such a Haikou! But today I want to tell you a few points that need to be paid attention to. If you think it is helpful, you can try it. I believe that the song you will give you is more perfect in the overall structure."

"How can it be considered a good melody? Since melody creation requires good sound, then, how can it be considered a good sound? What are the standards for good sound? - - Others may not think so too."

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On the podium, Yu Yongzhen talked freely, helping everyone to memorize and master these basic principles in creation from shallow to depth, which also made Li Junrong, who was first-time contact, feel fresh, just like a mouse running into a sweet pot, listening carefully to Yu Yongzhen's explanation.

Although Zheng Xiujing in front of her was drawing and drawing on the notepad from time to time, she obviously did not think about listening to the lecture. Instead, she glanced backwards like a thief, and looked carefully at the ghostly talismans outlined on the notepad. It was a whole piece of paper with Li Junrong's name covered with a whole piece of paper.

"That female classmate, tell me what 'Motif' I just talked about?"

Yu Yongzhen pointed at the podium. Seeing that she had no reaction, Li Junrong, who was sitting behind Zheng Xiujing, had to stretch out his long legs and kick Zheng Xiujing's bench legs, woke her up from her confused state.

"Ah! Are the teacher talking about me?"

Yu Yongzhen's face changed.

Zheng Xiujing, who stood up in a hurry, didn't hear the question Yu Yongzhen asked clearly. At this moment, she had to lower her head and wait for the storm to come. Because Yu Yongzhen was usually very close, but she was very rigorous in class or creation, and she hated those who didn't listen carefully and disturb classroom discipline.

‘Everyone blames you! Everyone blames you!’

While waiting for his storm, Zheng Xiujing's heart had countless little grass men with Li Junrong's name posted on it. Today, they all blamed him for not being so focused.

“The theme and motivation of creating music!”

Li Junrong quietly reminded Zheng Xiujing behind her back that this was the answer to the question Yu Yongzhen just asked. Hearing a strange sound from behind, although he was a little suspicious, Zheng Xiujing still answered according to the answer he said.

“‘Motif’ refers to the theme and motivation for creating music!”

After hearing Zheng Xiujing's answer, Yu Yongzhen nodded and signaled that she could sit down. Zheng Xiujing felt relieved. Yu Yongzhen's expression just now was so scary. Although the final answer was told by Li Junrong behind her, the little girl still decided not to forgive him in her heart, and threw it to him the back of her head and ignored her behind her because she would listen carefully next.

Li Junrong was a little funny. Today, he was better. Not only did he experience a student, but he also did all the stupid things he had done in his school days today, as if he was back in the past.
Chapter completed!