"These kids are not simple." Wang Feng said with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah, the rhythm is great!" Jiang Xinhai said, "Daolang, do they usually play like this?"
This kind of scene is the norm here. Because he is so used to it, he is not affected by it. Daolang didn't understand at first and asked, "What are you playing?"
But he immediately realized it and said, "Oh, you mean this? This is because we have a limited number of percussion instruments here, so these children can only practice like this with their bare hands."
He waved his hand and said to the children, "Stop playing, Jike, sing a song."
"What to sing?" the child asked in a chubby voice.
"Sing whatever you want."
The child turned his head and sang:
"That's a magical road—oh my!—"
Jiang Xinhai's figure swayed slightly, and barrages of comments flew around in the live broadcast room.
They were startled.
This child sings so well!
This song is Jiang Xinhai's "Heavenly Road". The child sang the climax part. The high notes here are very difficult, but the child's breath was not disordered at all, the pitch was in place, and he even raised the key.
"The air is thin here on the plateau, so people who live here have large lung capacities and are naturally the best high-pitched singers. His talent is a little above average here, so I'd say he's an average singer. Okay, go have fun, kids."
After he finished speaking, the people standing in the private music collection hall were stunned.
With this level of skill, if you shoot a video and post it online, it will definitely go viral.
He is only slightly above average?
Daolang continued to walk forward and said:
"We already have graduates here, but JX told me that we should let them stay in school to teach new people instead of sending them directly into society, because the current music environment is very bad..."
He walked through a long corridor with photos of many musicians on it. People recognized Axl, Sh from Guns N' Roses, David Bowie, and Lang Lang among them.
All familiar faces.
Not far away, a burst of rapid drum beats came, the speed was so fast and the rhythm was so accurate that it was thrilling. Wang Feng found it unbelievable when he heard it.
"Daolang, Daolang, listen to me. Answer me, who is playing this drum? Is it a recording or a real person?"
"Huh?" Daolang was a little confused. "Of course it was our students who knocked on it."
Wang Feng suppressed his shock and said, "Let's go in and take a look."
Daolang pushed the door open and walked in. On the wall of the music room hung a photo of Keith Moon, the drummer of The Who, with a drum in the middle.
A child who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a sheepskin coat, with snot hanging from his nose and a high altitude red on his face, was sitting in front of a drum set, beating the drum non-stop.
He held the drumsticks lightly in his hands, with the demeanor of a great master, and the drumsticks in his hands flew, leaving afterimages in the air.
"This, this kid, when he grows up, he will definitely be a top-notch drummer in the country," said Wang Feng.
For a rock veteran like Wang Feng, this statement can be considered an extremely high evaluation.
"Really? Teacher Wang, does this kid play drums very well?" He Ling asked.
"Very good. His speed and strength are comparable to many adult professional drummers," said Wang Feng.
After that, he asked again: "Is he the best drummer in your school?"
"No, he's still practicing. He needs to excel to graduate." Daolang said, "We have an elite education here. Only the best can stand out."
Wang Feng couldn't utter a word.
If the kid just now wasn't considered outstanding, how many drummers would be dying of shame right now?
Jiang Xinhai turned to look at Gao Xiaobai and said with a smile, "Teacher Gao, what a coincidence! Didn't you feel that China's music education was lacking? You see, JX feels the same way, which is why he opened 20 schools and trained so many talents."
Everyone looked at Gao Xiaobai, and his face turned ugly.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "After all, this scale is still too small..."
"At least he did it, didn't he?" Jiang Xinhai didn't hide the harsh expression on his face at all, and his smile was blatant. "It's better than talking about it all the time and then doing nothing."
After Jiang Xinhai finished speaking, the audience in the live broadcast room were all delighted.
"Hahahaha... Gao Xiaobai got slapped in the face. This feels so good!"
"Yeah, I was really upset with him just now. You know that China's music foundation is poor, so you ran abroad, right?"
"The key is that he hasn't achieved anything famous abroad. Isn't he just making money in the country?"
"JX runs a school in China and gathers fans abroad, while Gao Xiaobai brags and makes money in China and spends it abroad. The difference is obvious."
…
Daolang closed the door and let the child fight on his own, saying:
"Where was I just now? Oh, yes, Chi Chi said that when I received your call, it meant that the domestic music environment had improved, and our students could come out of the mountains and become strong, and my mission would be accomplished."
After he finished speaking, he smiled and said, "I thought it would take several years, but it happened so quickly. Has the music environment really improved? What happened?"
Jiang Xinhai said, "Daolang, let me tell you, Yingzi has been banned because of hiring black trolls."
"Yeah?"
After hearing this, Daolang remained indifferent.
He no longer cares about what happened back then.
Whether it is Yingzi or the northern music scene, neither is as important as his school.
While Jiang Xinhai secretly admired his magnanimity, he added:
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