Debuting After Eight Years of Time Travel

Chapter 80: 80. Rejecting the invitation from a prestigious school again! This might be my real mother…

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Wang Qian stood up gently, still retaining a very gentle temperament, like a girl full of sorrow, hope and longing for happiness.

On acting.

Wang Qian believes that he is not inferior to anyone.

However, as he stood up and turned to face the audience, his girlish melancholy and sunny temperament disappeared completely, leaving only the elegance unique to a master of art and a hint of vicissitudes.

Bow gently...

Applause broke out in the audience.

It was like a landmine exploding, as if it was going to blow off the roof of the entire auditorium.

This time.

No Professor Dawson stood up first.

Everyone stood up spontaneously and clapped their hands vigorously. They looked at the figure on the stage with admiration, and most people's eyes were filled with respect.

Snap, snap, snap…

Amidst thunderous applause.

Wang Qian smiled elegantly, then gently opened his arms, as if to hug everyone in the audience, and said loudly amid the applause: "Thank you... Thank you for your appreciation..."

After saying.

Wang Qian bowed slightly again and then walked off the stage.

Professor Dawson walked towards Wang Qian again, gave him a gentle hug, and whispered in his ear: "Your performance was really great. Was this piece really composed just now?"

Wang Qian smiled and told the truth: "Of course not. I just had an inspiration just now, and then I slowly integrated some fragments from my previous piano practice to create this song. In fact, I had the idea a long time ago, but I just didn't have time to organize it. Today happened to give me the opportunity and inspiration. So, you can say that I had it a long time ago, but I just played it today."

Professor Dawson's eyes were full of disbelief. "That's amazing! Mr. Wang, I extend my sincere invitation to you again. I hope you can teach at the Piano Department of Curtis Institute. I think it will be an honor for our institute."

Wang Qian was slightly shocked. Professor Dawson's words put him in too high a position. He shook his head and said, "Professor, you are too kind. I don't deserve it. I can only say sorry to you with regret. Because I really don't have time to teach at Curtis in the future."

This position is also a little tempting to Wang Qian!

After all, it is one of the top three music schools in the world. In the eyes of music students, it is just like how other people view Harvard and MIT.

The most famous pianist in the country that Wang Qian was familiar with in another world in his previous life was a graduate of Curtis Institute.

Being able to work in such an institution will make your social status extraordinary.

Of course, his fame may only be limited to the field of piano.

After all, the most famous pianist in the country in Wang Qian's memory had achieved extraordinary achievements internationally, but his popularity in the country was not as good as that of a third-tier star. Later, he participated in several first-tier variety shows and was hyped in the news before gradually becoming a household name.

Otherwise, just relying on your reputation as a world-class pianist, few people might pay attention to you.

However, his status as a world-class national treasure artist is absolutely real.

pity.

Wang Qian is not interested in this.

Just like he always said.

Piano is just a hobby for him, not his whole life.

Professor Dawson also looked regretful and let go of Wang Qian: "That's such a pity. Can you give me a copy of the score of your piece?"

Wang Qian agreed: "Of course, it's my honor."

Dawson said with a somewhat helpless expression: "If it weren't for something important, I would like to stay here for a few more days. It is really a pleasure to communicate with you. I hope we will have the opportunity to meet and talk about music in the future."

Wang Qian: "I hope so too. Good luck, Professor."

Dawson: “Thank you!”

The two of them separated, just like the friendship between gentlemen that was as plain as water.

Afterwards, Professor Carl came up and shook hands with Wang Qian. "It was a wonderful performance, Mr. Wang. Would you consider teaching at Berkeley? I can get you the highest salary."

Wang Qian shook his head: "I'm sorry, Professor Karl."

Carl also expressed regret: "It's such a pity."

Carl walked back.

Taylor walked up to Wang Qian and gave him a slight hug. "Thank you for the song. It's so beautiful. I want to play it at my piano recital next month. Is that okay?"

Wang Qian smiled: "Of course, I welcome normal cooperation."

Normal cooperation...

Taylor knew what it meant and nodded, "Okay, I'll pay the copyright fee."

After saying that, Taylor walked back to his seat and applauded with everyone else, looking at Wang Qian with some regret in his eyes.

He is not just a pianist.

Then, as Wang Qian walked back to his seat, Yang Jiansen, Peng Donghu, He Chaohui, and two other Chinese music professors stood up and shook hands with Wang Qian one by one and gave him praise.

Yang Jiansen: “It was a wonderful performance that exceeded my expectations.”

Peng Donghu: "This is the most shocking performance I have ever seen in China."

He Chaohui: "This is the most beautiful piece of music I have ever heard."

Several other professors also expressed their admiration.

It’s not that they haven’t seen the world!

It’s not like there aren’t performances by world-class master pianists in the country.

But they had never seen a genius like Wang Qian compose a completely new song on the spot, and it was so beautiful and complete.

"Wang Qian, you are awesome!"

Although Qin Xuerong had restrained herself, when Wang Qian walked up to her, she still couldn't help but step forward and hugged Wang Qian tightly, speaking in a trembling voice, then raised her head, stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Wang Qian on the chin.

So many people are watching.

Qin Xuerong felt her heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat, and her whole body was extremely hot, but she still held Wang Qian's waist tightly, as if she wanted to merge herself into Wang Qian's body.

For Wang Qian, she is not afraid of anything.

Under the gaze of thousands of people and amid the applause of thousands of people.

Wang Qian gently put his arm around Qin Xuerong's waist, then gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Then he put one hand around Qin Xuerong's soft and slender waist, waved to everyone behind him, and the two sat down together.

Qin Xuerong quickly let go of Wang Qian's waist and sat back in her seat. Her cheeks were as cute and beautiful as red apples, but she did not hide or be shy. She still sat upright in her seat, like a guardian beside Wang Qian.

I don't know why.

Many young girls at the scene saw this scene and felt a little envious and a little bit of blessing.

Just like the song "The Girl's Prayer" just now.

They don't have any negative emotions such as jealousy in their hearts for the time being, they just hope that good things can continue.

Snap, snap…

The applause cooled down a little, but there were more blessings.

Qin Xuerong bravely reached out and held Wang Qian's hand tightly without letting go.

She decided that she would never let go.

Wang Qian let her hold him and sat firmly in his seat.

Sitting behind He Chaohui was a middle-aged man, the vice president of the Central Conservatory of Music. He said to He Chaohui in front of him, "Director He, your daughter is no worse than Qin Xuerong. She is also a piano genius and has more common topics with Wang Qian. Why don't you talk to Jiang Yu and ask her to win Wang Qian over? Then Wang Qian will definitely stay in our school."

The vice-president rushed over from Beijing early this morning. After witnessing Wang Qian's piano skills in person, he wanted to keep this talent even more eagerly than He Chaohui did, and was willing to sacrifice He Chaohui's daughter Jiang Yu for this!

He Chaohui's face was calm, and he replied calmly: "Jiang Yu is not worthy!"

The vice principal was choked and speechless.

this…

possible…

It's my mother...

He turned around and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was a little surprised why the vice-president was looking at him, but he still forced a smile in response.

The vice-principal shook his head regretfully.

Jiang Yu was completely confused.

However, there was also some envy in her eyes when she looked at Qin Xuerong.

This girl!

So happy.