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One after another, students came up to perform their talents, some sang love songs, sang bel canto, and some played various musical instruments.
Zhang Wei also went up and sang a love song affectionately. What hurt Jiang Siming the most was that this guy sang his own song, "Walking Horse".
Although it is still far from his level, it is compared with him.
Compared with other students in the college, he is still pretty good.
The last one to go up was Jiang Lan.
Jiang Siming did not expect that this graceful and fashionable girl would actually perform guzheng.
And he played very well and received unanimous applause from his classmates and teachers.
The students have all finished their performances, and the teachers are preparing to select the top three.
Zhang Wei stood up, looked at Jiang Siming, and said with a smile: "There is still one of us who has not come out to perform. My friend, can you please?"
Jiang Siming was indifferent and even looked at him playfully with his legs crossed.
He finally understood that Zhang Wei was just digging a hole for him.
"He is my boyfriend, not a student of the music department." Jiang Lan stood up protectively.
Zhang Weipi smiled but said very "reasonably": "Just because he is your boyfriend, he can be regarded as half of the people from the music school. Now that we are here, we have to do as we please, so we have no embarrassment. He just wants to be happy, it doesn¡¯t matter how he sings, don¡¯t you think so?¡±
"Yes, if you dare to steal the beauty of our school, don't you even have the courage to go on stage and sing a song?"
"Young Master Zhang is right, everyone is just here to have fun, so don't do anything special."
"It's just a song, and he wasn't asked to do anything. The teachers are watching, so don't worry."
Many students echoed Zhang Wei¡¯s words, not only because they have a good relationship with Zhang Wei, but also because there are some boys who are also jealous of Jiang Siming¡¯s ability to win a beautiful woman, and they don¡¯t mind taking this opportunity to add insult to injury.
Jiang Lan was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Siming walked out from behind her and strode towards the center of the beach.
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When it comes to the face at hand, if you don¡¯t hit them, you will feel that you are afraid of them.
Lifting up a guitar from among the many musical instruments, he briefly adjusted it and then stood in front of the microphone.
"This kid can also play the guitar?" Zhang Wei's eyebrows twitched, with an indescribable feeling.
Before, only Zhang Wei and the others had seen Jiang Siming, but now Jiang Siming stood in the center of the audience.
Students in the entire grade saw Jiang Siming clearly.
Now the girls worked hard, screaming together, blushing and heartbeating.
They even spontaneously cheered for Jiang Siming and became Jiang Siming¡¯s temporary support group.
¡°I¡¯ll let you play the harp for a while longer, and you¡¯ll be laughed at when you start singing!¡± Zhang Wei thought to himself.
He didn¡¯t think Jiang Siming could sing well at all, even if in the eyes of passers-by, he sang well.
But they are students and teachers at the Conservatory of Music. What sounds good to ordinary people may not sound like that to them at all.
That belongs to playing with the sword in front of Guan Gong, and playing with the euphorbia in front of Lu Bu.
When the time comes, just a few words of ridicule will make Jiang Siming feel ashamed!
Although he couldn¡¯t cause any substantial harm to Jiang Siming, being laughed at and humiliated by so many people was enough for him to drink.
Suddenly.
The sound of guitar sounded on the quiet beach.
It is completely different from the hustle and bustle of guitar students who have performed on stage before, showing off their skills and playing various difficult guitar scores.
Jiang Siming's playing was like a small boat passing quietly in the dark night, with only the sound of the oars and the sound of clear water.
Many students from the music department searched for the memory of this score in their minds, but found that they could not find it at all, as if they had never heard it before.
"Village in the North
There lived a southern girl
She always wears floral skirts
Standing by the roadside
¡.¡±
Jiang Siming's voice suddenly sang, and a simple folk song broke into the ears of everyone present.
"The low and deliberately hoarse singing voice makes people think that the young man in front of them is, has experienced many storms.
From his singing, I really want to explore his story.
"A small town in the south
The rainy winter is not as cold as in the north
She doesn¡¯t need bulky cotton clothes
To cover her watery face
"
The scene was extremely quiet, with only Jiang Siming singing.
Apart from the guitar strings, there is only the background music of the waves crashing on the beach.
The three teachers¡¯ heads were spinning rapidly, as if they were trying their best to recall the origin of this song.
"Have you heard this song?"
"No, could it be that this young man wrote it himself?"
"That's really a talent, and his singing skills are amazing. Could he be a student from the music academy in Kyoto?"
The three teachers communicated in very low voices for a moment, and then continued to listen to Jiang Siming's singing after no results.
"Southern girl
Are you used to the cool autumn weather in the north?
Southern girl
Do you like the frankness of northerners?
"
With the chorus, all the students on the beach couldn¡¯t help but fall in love with this song.
Most students at the Conservatory of Music don¡¯t really like pop songs. They prefer niche folk songs.
Jiang Lan stood opposite, listening to the song quietly like everyone else.
But when she looked at the man in front of her, the admiration of a little girl was evident in her eyes, which was clearly visible without words.
Until the whole song was sung, everyone was still thinking about it.
By the time they reacted, Jiang Siming had already put down his guitar and returned to Jiang Lan.
"Young man, which music conservatory did you graduate from? Which class of students are you in?" A teacher came over quickly and asked kindly.
¡°I never went to a music school, so I just sang for fun.¡± Jiang Siming took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked in front of the teacher as if nothing had happened.
The look with squinting eyes while holding a cigarette holder fascinated a large group of female students.
¡° Even if some people are handsome, their smoking movements are not good-looking. This thing is like an innate talent.
You need to form a relationship with the cigarette as an owner and a prop. The cigarette is a prop that can embellish your temperament, rather than a stupid old smoker who just keeps smoking.
The difference between the two is as big as heaven and earth.
For details, please refer to the appearance and temperament of Leslie Cheung and Takeshi Kaneshiro when they smoke. Jiang Siming is not willing to give in to them.
The teacher didn¡¯t mind at all, but laughed out loud in surprise.
"Young man, you have a very strong musical talent, and what you just sang was a ballad, right? Did you write it yourself?"
"It's nothing to write about." Jiang Siming gave a mixed answer.
"Then are you interested in coming to our music school? I can guarantee you that with your musical talent and the fact that I will find a music company to package it for you, you will become a famous folk singer in the next few years."
"No interest, let's go." Jiang Siming took Jiang Lan's hand and turned away.
"Hey young man, you are the first, you will get a gift!"
"I don't care about that stuff."
After saying that, Jiang Siming had already gotten into the car with Jiang Lan. As soon as the engine started, the car disappeared from everyone's sight.
"It's a pity, it's a pity to lose such a good seedling."
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