The system invites me to be a teacher

Confucius shook his head: "Sorry, I am not interested in the so-called music consultant."

Xie Xiaobing remained unmoved: "Teacher Kong, listen to me to finish.

The music consultant I am talking about will not impose any responsibilities or restrictions on you.

If you have good inspiration to write a new song, you can leave it to me to run it.

I only charge you 10% of the operating expenses, and the remaining 90% is yours. What do you think?"

Confucius and Mencius wanted to say that I didn't have the idea of ​​writing songs to make money.

However, looking at Xie Xiaobing's sincere attitude and the gleaming eyes in singing the song just now, he did not refuse.

Seeing Confucius and Mencius left, his good friend Su Peng couldn't help but said: "Little soldier, are you crazy?

How can it be said that 90% of the revenue from the song goes to the composer?

In this case, let's not talk about making money, it would be nice not to lose.

Xie Xiaobing smiled: "You don't understand this, right?

Although I am not familiar with this teacher Hong, he is so talented but so low-key, which shows that he has no idea of ​​making money from music.

Therefore, when I verbally said how much money was paid to him, he just listened to it, and didn't care at all."

It's okay if Xie Xiaobing doesn't say anything, but Su Peng is even more confused by that.

"Since he won't take it to heart, what use is it for you to find him?"

Xie Xiaobing smiled, with unparalleled shrewdness in his eyes: "It's useless now, but it will be useful soon."

Su Peng still wanted to ask something, but Xie Xiaobing was silent, as if this was a big secret.

Su Peng, who was frustrated, couldn't help shaking his head. He had already begun to wonder if it was a serious mistake to play music with this guy.

The game continues.

Soon, the third and fourth teams ended.

Leaving the third group aside, the one who impressed Confucius the most was the winner of the fourth group called Wang He.

This Wang He's voice was passionate and full of power.

It can be said that in terms of musical talent, even Zheng Mao is not his opponent.

The four groups of matches are completed and the host stands on the stage.

"Well, now that the top four have been decided, the next step is to compare the semi-finals.

In order to prove the fairness of the fan game, the four who just won will decide the order of the game by drawing lots."

So Zheng Mao went up to draw lots, and the result soon came out to surprise Confucius and Mencius that Zheng Mao's opponent turned out to be Wang He.

The applause sounded like thunder!

The audience suddenly yelled deafeningly:

Wang He, Wang He, Wang He!

Confucius and Mencius frowned.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he was able to find from the audience's reaction that the four people who made it to the top four were the most popular, not Zheng Mao, who frequently produced new songs, nor Wu Feng, who was calm and confident, but Wang He.

It was only because Wang He played abnormally in the semifinals that he fell to fourth place.

If he really shows his level, he might not be the first intentional contender.

Confucius and Mencius asked Zheng Mao next to him: "Are you still going to sing your own song?"

Zheng Ai nodded, this was her last insistence.

Confucius and Mencius stopped talking, he respected the other's choice.

By drawing lots again, Wang He ranked ahead of Zheng Mao.

Everyone exited, only one person remained on the stage.

The music suddenly sounded, magnificent and intense.

The eyes of the inattentive audience suddenly widened.

This song……

They only feel that their blood is flowing fast, it is a kind of strenuous excitement.

The people who were all focused on the field didn't notice. At the moment when the music prelude sounded, Zheng Mao and Kong Meng looked at each other, and their pupils couldn't believe it.

Because the melody sung by the other party is so familiar.

really……

Wang He spoke.

"I want to fly to the sky, side by side with the sun

...

I believe i am me

I believe in tomorrow

I believe that youth has no horizon

..."

Is this "I believe"?

This is one of the favorite songs of Confucius and Mencius.

He still remembers that Zheng Mao skipped class to practice singing. He went there in person and attracted the other party back with this song.

After that, Confucius and Mencius did not give him the score because the song was not suitable for Zheng Mao.

Therefore, apart from a few people present, no one else knew.

How did this Wang He know?

Frowning his brows tightly, Kong and Meng stared at the sky blankly.

Then he turned his head to look at Zheng Mao: "Do you still insist on singing the song you wrote?"

Zheng Ai thought for a while and shook his head: "Mr. Kong, I'll change the song."

Confucius and Mencius was taken aback, then looked at Zheng Mao again: "Did you figure it out?"

Although the three realms he said before, he borrowed a short story from his previous life.

However, whether it is borrowed or not, the meaning is the same.

If Zheng Mao could really understand the third realm he said, it wouldn't be a waste of him to say so much.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Mao shook his head: "Teacher Kong, I don't understand what you just said about those who are not in realm.

But the other party sings the song you wrote without your consent. This is a serious disrespect for you.

Because the song has no registered copyright, we can only suffer from dumb losses.

There is no way to eat at this loss.

But if he wants to win the game with this song, I can only say that he thinks too much."

Confucius and Mencius looked at Zheng Mao's eyes instantly changed. He never expected that a lively and lovely little girl would reveal the domineering attitude of someone else.

Nodded, Confucius and Mencius asked: "Then which song do you want to sing?"

This is indeed a problem.

Because I believe this song is already very classic, and it also conveys positive energy that is hard to ignore.

To be so enthusiastic, so righteous, to defeat it, is as difficult as the sky.

Even Confucius and Mencius, there is no absolute certainty of victory.

But Zheng Ai nodded without hesitation, of course I know!

Confucius and Mencius was dumbfounded now.

A song that can beat what I believe, what is that?

Wu Feng next to him was full of curiosity.

As the Proud Girl of Heaven, Wu Feng has been the best since childhood.

Including her favorite music, she has never met an opponent.

until today.

When she found out that she was not ranked first.

Originally, Wu Feng was still a bit unconvinced, because he hadn't played well before.

But when Confucius and Mencius wrote a childhood song on the spot, she was really shocked.

What is genius?This is genius!

Wu Feng always believed that he would be able to compose a classic song that would last forever.

But that is not now, maybe it can be achieved when she is twenty-five years old!

She thought that she was already fast enough, but compared with Confucius and Mencius, she was completely scum.

This moment made her curious about Confucius and Mencius.

The other party's ability to cross such a wide tall building and rescue his sister-in-law and nephew shows that Confucius and Mencius is a great athlete.

As a result, the athletes are now writing songs.

The span of the industry is incredible.

So when she knew that the guy named Wang He had pirated a song composed by Confucius and Mencius, her heart was not angry but curiosity.

Use the song you wrote to deal with yourself, you can only say that Wang He is really talented.

But how will Zheng Mao fight back?

As a musician, she knows better than anyone, "I believe" the charm of this song.

This song urges the power of confidence to the extreme.

Therefore, in Wu Feng's opinion, no matter how Zheng Ai sings, he can never beat the opponent with complete confidence. Who knows...

And there is a special point in this, that is, Zheng Mao is a female.

It's not that there is sex discrimination, but someone has done a special survey, and 70% of the singers of a popular song are men.

This is to reduce the possibility of Zheng Mao winning.

Not only Wu Feng had this idea, other audiences also had the same idea.

unless……

After singing a song, Wang He retreated from the stage.

The applause resounded like thunder, one after another, endlessly.

Then everyone started waiting eagerly.

Although Wang He achieved a full house, the audience did not feel that Zheng Mao was defeated.

Because he has a teacher who can write "childhood".

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It would be great if Zheng Mao sang "childhood" just now.

Although childhood is not as impassioned as "I believe", on the ideological value of songs, "I believe" may not be better than "childhood".

unfortunately……

Only a few people who really understand music have no regrets.

Although childhood is not bad, it is more suitable for boys to sing.

If you change to Zheng Ai, the probability of winning is at most 30%.

...

Zheng Aiming prepared for a long time. Just when the audience was whispering a little impatiently, the host walked up to the stage and said: "Hello everyone, next, Zheng Ai will sing by contestant Zheng Ai. The name of her singing is "Guise Concubine" Drunk"."

The sound of whispers exploded in the audience.

"the drunken beauty?"

what is that?Is it opera?

Sure enough, the host explained: "In addition, I will reveal a little news to everyone. This is a drama and song about an emperor and his concubine in the Tang Dynasty.

Next, contestant Zheng Mao will play for everyone..."

Unexpectedly, before the words were finished, the scene instantly cooled down.

Everyone is depressed.

When Wang He sang "I Believe", the audience was really excited.

With the talent that Mr. Kong showed just now, there will definitely be a wonderful showdown between the two sides.

result……

You don't sing anything, but you are going to sing a play. Isn't this teasing us?

It's not that opera is bad, on the contrary, as the essence of traditional French culture, opera has been liked by many people.

But this kind of liking is subject to conditions.

For example, some older people.

They usually don't listen to anything, only the drama.

Many are even hardcore movie fans.

It is precisely because of such a group that the cultural form of opera is enduring.

But he is only for the elderly, for young people, everyone is more interested in pop music.

drama?what is that?

But the most worrying thing is that most of the people who came to the scene today were young people.

Do you let teenagers go to the theater?Brother, stop teasing.

It is very conscient not to give you a bad review. What kind of bicycle do you need?

Not only the audience, but Wang He also thinks so.

He originally thought that Zheng Mao entered the background with an extremely powerful aura, and the opponent must have a killer.

result……

Wang He couldn't help but regret secretly.

I knew this, I should leave this song at the end.

Speaking of what I believe, it is also a coincidence.

In order to participate in the good sound competition, he posted the enlightenment of buying music at a high price online.

Of course, the judging standard is up to him.

As long as he is selected, he will spend 10,000 yuan to buy it out. If it is used to participate in the good voice, 10,000 will directly become 100,000.

That's how the song "I Believe" came from.

Therefore, until now, Wang He did not know that this song was written by Confucius and Mencius.

When the various emotions in my heart are chaotic, the prelude music plays.

Wang He was stunned for an instant.

This song……

Not only him, the other audiences were also shocked.

Judging from the rhythm of the prelude, this song is indeed opera.

But aren’t operas all slow, long and meaningful?

Why is the rhythm of your song so fresh and lively?

Wang He suddenly thought of something, his face changed in an instant, could it be...

The pace is getting faster and faster and more exciting.

Then Zheng Mao's voice sounded:

"That year the snow fell and plum blossoms bloomed

There was too much sorrow at Huaqing Pool that year

Don't say who is who is wrong and right

I just want to be drunk with you again in my dream

Golden bird hairpin jade scratching his head is a gift from you

Feather clothes song of neon clothes sings and dances for you several times

Jianmenguan is your deep miss for me

Mawei Poxia is willing to break her beauty for true love

Love and hate in an instant

Toast to the moon

Love and hate

Ask when you are in love

The chrysanthemum stand reflects the bright moon

Who knows my love is cold

Drunk in the arms of the king

Dreaming back to Datang Love

Your majesty is having a drink

Golden bird hairpin jade scratching his head is a gift from you

Feather clothes song of neon clothes sings and dances for you several times

Jianmenguan is your deep miss for me

Mawei Poxia is willing to break her beauty for true love

Love and hate in an instant

Toast to the moon

Love and hate

Ask when you are in love

The chrysanthemum stand reflects the bright moon

Who knows my love is cold

Drunk in the arms of the king

Dreaming back to Datang Love

Love and hate in an instant

Toast to the moon

Love and hate

Ask when you are in love

The chrysanthemum stand reflects the bright moon

Who knows my love is cold

Drunk in the arms of the king

Dreaming back to Datang Love"

The singing stopped abruptly, and the audience stared at the stage in a daze, and it took a long time to recover.

The applause sounded like thunder, and the waves were higher than the waves.

The host stepped onto the stage again.

"Okay, thank you Wang He and Zheng Ai for their singing.

The following is the PK link.

I want to ask Zheng Mao, is this song written by you or by your teacher?"

Zheng Ai didn't answer directly, she smiled and blinked at the other party: "What do you think?"

"I'll be honest, don't be angry. With your level, I'm afraid it is difficult to reach this level, right?"

Zheng Mao smiled directly: "If you say that I wrote it, I will be angry.

How could the work of Teacher Kong be written by a student like me?"

After saying a few words, the host began to ask Wang He again.

Because both Wang He and Zheng Mao performed very well this time and did not reveal too obvious flaws, the host just said a few words casually and changed the topic: "Let’s start voting."

A nervous heartbeat sounded, bang bang bang...

The voting ends soon.

Looking at the data in hand, the host didn't know what to say.

It took a long time for her to speak: "My victory in this duel is that Zheng Mao's imperial concubine is drunk, with 736 votes."

Confucius and Mencius who were watching the battle suddenly widened his eyes.

Seven hundred and thirty-six votes?

How is this possible?