Chen Qian retorted angrily, "What do you know, you layman! Don't you know how much effort it takes to write a genius musical score? How can you question Shi Yan's creative ability? After this arts festival, he has a very high chance of getting into the Beijing Musicians Association, a place you can never reach in your entire life!"
"Don't say you can't reach us, you probably haven't even heard of us. I advise some people to recognize their own limitations. Every single person in this band is an outstanding individual, someone you can never catch up to!"
"By the way, I remember Li Chuan got into trouble a while ago. I heard you were the one who splashed boiling water on him and scalded his hand, right? Someone with such questionable character like you, I'm telling you right now, you're not welcome to participate in our No. 1 High School's orchestra or arts festival. As long as I'm the head of the orchestra and the arts festival, I won't let you step through this door!"
"And the practice rooms, I remember the school has a rule that only members of the orchestra can freely enter and exit, and everyone else needs to apply. Shi Yan said he sees you often in the practice rooms, where are your application documents? Let me see them!"
This was the first time anyone had ignored Chen Qian's words like this. Even school leaders usually gave him some leeway, after all, he had just been admitted to the Beijing Music Association last year.
He couldn't possibly swallow this insult after being provoked by such a young upstart.
Shi Qian watched Chen Qian rage, then, as if he had thought of something, chuckled and said, "A genius musical score, indeed."
"However, I don't quite remember what the piece is. How about I trouble the genius violinist Shi Yan to play it for me? I'll try to recall if I really did accidentally steal something so important."
Shi Yan wanted to refuse, as he knew where the piece came from and didn't want to play it in front of Shi Qian. However, before he could speak, Chen Qian cut him off.
"Do you even need to tell me! What do you know! Shi Yan, get ready. I happen to be free today. Play it for me, and I'll give you my opinion. I'll also let your clueless cousin hear what heavenly music is and what a genius piece of music is."
Shi Yan couldn't refuse Chen Qian, since he still needed his help, so he could only take out the expensive violin that his mother had bought for him from the violin case.
When the song ended, everyone was captivated by it, and Chen Qian nodded repeatedly, praising, "Not bad, not bad."
Then he looked at Shi Qian and said, "Some people are geniuses, while others only know how to use tricks and schemes. Aren't they afraid of losing face?"
Yan Zhengming happened to have some free time today and planned to visit his old friends at Yancheng No. 1 Middle School. Besides visiting his old friends, he had another purpose.
That day at the old house, the young man threw down the money and ran away. Yan Zhengming didn't even have time to ask his name. He left a contact number, but he didn't know if it was real. Yan Zhengming sent several messages, but the young man didn't reply.
Fortunately, although he was old, his eyesight was still good. That day, he caught a glimpse of the young man's student ID that had accidentally fallen out, but unfortunately, he could only see the school and not the name.
Yancheng No.1 Middle School is good; it's a good school.
"Wenbing, let's stop drinking tea here. I'd like to go to your school's music room to see if there are any promising young players. Could you take me there?"
Xu Wenbing is the principal of Yancheng No. 1 Middle School and a longtime friend of Yan Zhengming. He knows the purpose of Yan Zhengming's visit. It is said that he saw a promising student from their school and wants to take him on as a student.
This is a big deal. It is an honor for No. 1 High School to have a student who is favored by Yan Zhengming.
Therefore, he didn't refuse and brought the person over directly.
As the two walked down the corridor on the second floor of the music room, they suddenly heard the sound of musical instruments being played coming from a room not far away.
"It sounds like a violin. Zhengming, isn't that your forte? How is it? You played it pretty well, didn't you?" Principal Xu didn't know much about music, but at first glance, he thought it was alright.
Yan Zhengming nodded and then shook his head, replying, "The piece is quite good, but the person playing the violin is just so-so."
The more Yan Zhengming listened, the more familiar the tune seemed. Wasn't this the tune that the student had played for him the other day? Could that person be here?
Yan Zhengming quickened his pace, preparing to go and take a look. But when he reached the door, he realized it might not be the right place, after all, the skill level was far too low.
But since we're already here, there's no harm in going in and taking a look.
Chen Qian noticed someone coming to the door, turned around and saw it was Principal Xu. He immediately swallowed the words he was about to use to scold Shi Qian.
He recognized the person next to Principal Xu as the president of the Beijing Music Association. He had seen the president from afar when he went to Beijing for the assessment last year and remembered what he looked like.
"Principal Xu, Chairman Yan, what brings you here?" Chen Qian approached them solicitously, bringing chairs and asking someone to fetch water.
"Just take a look around. Who was playing just now?" Yan Zhengming asked.
Chen Qian thought that President Yan had heard Shi Yan's performance and was attracted by it. This was a good opportunity, so he quickly pulled Shi Yan over and introduced him to President Yan: "This is my student, Shi Yan. He plays the violin very well. He has participated in many competitions and won many awards. The piece he just played was his original composition. I would like to ask President Yan for his advice."
Yan Zhengming stared at Shi Yan for a while, then asked curiously, "Is this his music?"
When Shi Yan realized that the person in front of him was the president of the Beijing Music Association, he became excited. Sure enough, hard work pays off, and his chance had come!
Shi Yan silently took two steps forward and humbly said, "Hello, Chairman Yan, this is my piece."
"Really?" Yan Zhengming was a little puzzled. Wasn't this the tune that young man played the other day?
"Play that middle part again, let me hear it," Yan Zhengming said.
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