Devil's Music

3 weeks ago

Beijing International University of Art

Beijing International School of Arts is a Secondary School of Arts, owned by Beijing City Council of Culture, and the first in Beijing to have international exchanges. There are six major courses in dance, art, acting, special secretary, martial arts, and circus, and they are acclaimed overseas by conducting curriculary-oriented education rather than other common sense courses. Since teaching secondary students, the goal of the school was, of course, to enroll students from the world's leading art universities. Since 1995, it has won more than 23 gold medals in the domestic and international arts competition and has become a top school in China.

This year, sixteen-year-old Z-Mei was heading to school diligently wrapped in newspaper paintings until dawn yesterday. It was a homework assignment that had to be submitted until this morning, so it was very cute to walk a little while down the picture, take a few steps, draw again, and repeat the behavior of looking forward.

Tsumei looks around for a rest while the painting is heavy. I saw a school board about ten meters in front of me, and I walked around shaking my head, leaning against the board, and wiped off the sweat that flowed on my forehead.

“Oh, it's so hard. Shit, I don't think I did it for no reason. This is crazy. I don't know where art is, Hing."

As a child, Tsu Mae has won several art competitions and is not at all qualified for all art competitions, but has achieved more than a gold medal and has been accepted into the International Arts School. Just after the vacation, I enjoyed a little freedom during the vacation, but I was practicing painting until late every night while digesting a high difficulty class again.

Tsumei sat on the sideblock in front of the dashboard and thought, looking up at the sky.

“What are you doing? You don't even show your face on TV in China after the event. You don't even watch Korean television. I miss you so much. Hing. ”

Tsu Mae raises her right hand and thinks, touching her head.

“I had seven stitches at the time, but I was happy because I could hold my brother's hand. ”

I did.

Tsu Mae was the girl who was injured at Seowoo Du Airport at a Chinese event and raised by the gun.

Tsu Mae stood up from the news block and hand-painted several of the postings on the bulletin board.

“Does this guy always have a contemporary dance announcement? How many tournaments are there in China, and it's been a year? There are many art competitions, but there are more dance competitions. ”

Tsu Mae pointed her finger at the glass in front of the dashboard and read the notice in sequence.

“Mr Wangchen's class has been cancelled today. I like martial arts and children, Hing. We never cancel a class. I want to play, too... Oh, we got a K-POP listening club. Shall we go in here? ”

Tsumay walked to the side of the dashboard and read the following announcement:

“Huh? What's this? Korean broadcasting? Looking for potential broadcasters? ”

< Respondent Announcement on Broadcast >

Hello, I'm the Office of Operations at the International Art University.

Starting next month, we will be recruiting candidates for the Korean broadcast “Three Seasons" in China. This broadcast, which will be featured by the Chinese public to increase the accessibility of popular Korean audiences in China, will be broadcast on CCTV in China. Subjects are requested to submit their application to the Office of Operations by September 31.

Program Description

Korean Fishing Village Self-Refense Real Arts

Performer

dimensional (actor), deleterious (actor), Hamchunho (performer), Kim Gun (singer)

Tsu Mei shouted as she pressed on the part with Kim Gun's name on it.

“Caaak! It's you! It's your show! ”

The phone rings in your pocket while Tsu Mae is moaning. Tsu Mae answered the phone while running.

“Yes, difference! Yeah, I saw that, too! Yikes, it's on your show. Did you call to tell me that? ”

Tsumei asked me with a slightly serious face instead of jumping.

“By the way, are you backing up? What? Why!! You didn't even go to the fair! What, you're a fan now? There's no such thing! ”

Tsu Mae clenched her fist and slapped her thigh.

“What? 300 volunteers already? I thought we were hiring one. ”

Tsu Mae listened to Tsai and cried.

“The competition is too high! It must be really hard to apply, hahaha. ”

Tsu Mae sat on the sideblock again, biting her hand.

“Then, why is the Chinese on Korean television? Not celebrities. Ordinary people? ”

Tsumei listened to Tsai's explanation.

“Oh, you're broadcasting to China later? Because when the Chinese show up, they're more friendly. Yeah, but why a civilian? ”

“Yes, yes. Fresh? Well, he's got a flair for laypeople for a while. But there's no shooting time on the bulletin board. Do you know how long we're gonna be there? ”

“Yes, two days? How about a class? Is that a deal?”

“Oh, I see. All right, hang up, I'm gonna go get help! Oh, I don't know, I'm just gonna apply first, so tell the teacher I'm in a hurry to go to the bathroom! Yeah, yeah! Thank you!!"

Tsu Mae hurriedly hung up her phone, carried the painting and ran to the Central Administration for the school.

Shortly after, he sweated with a picture bigger than his body, and went into Operations, he told the officials with a picture across the bench.

“Hey, I'm here to apply for an announcement on Korean Arts Channel. ”

The short-haired employee, with gold trimmed glasses, reported to Tsu Mae and presented the application. Tsumei looked at the application and asked.

“Hey, what are these selection criteria? ”

The employee raised his glasses slightly.

“Well, I heard that the teachers are deciding on a motivation for support? ”

When she heard the employee's story, she ran to the chair with the application and started writing one letter after another to get down on the chair.

as lovingly as he can express himself.

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