Feng Yuanxuan replied to her: "Well, our group felt that it would be too slow to wait for the song to come out before rehearsing the dance, so we just did it together."
Sheng Ziyu walked over to the corner where Feng Yuanxuan was sitting and asked him, "So you have been writing songs suitable for your dance, right?"
"Yeah." Feng Yuanxuan nodded, feeling even more embarrassed, "My songs tend to be quieter, I'm not very good at writing dynamic music."
“Did your guests say anything?”
"Teacher Zheng is quite busy and won't take care of this. Once we are done here, she will come and rehearse with us."
As if he had thought of something, Feng Yuanxuan's eyes lit up: "Teacher Sheng, can I ask you something? I have written several songs recently, but none of them are very suitable for their choreography. Their dance rehearsals are very fast, and they have basically finished all of them. They are just waiting for my song."
Sheng Ziyu looked at the boy in front of him who was truly feeling guilty, and he felt so angry that it felt like there was a fire burning in his heart.
Feng Yuanxuan really felt guilty. He felt guilty because he couldn't write a suitable song.
"You didn't sleep much last night, did you?" Sheng Ziyu asked him instead of asking for advice.
"How do you know?!" Feng Yuanxuan was shocked.
"Look at the dark circles under your eyes. You obviously haven't slept for a long time."
Feng Yuanxuan felt a little embarrassed.
Sheng Ziyou continued to ask: "So you worked overtime to write songs and didn't even practice dancing?"
Feng Yuanxuan nodded: "They told me to concentrate on writing the song, and they would teach me once I finished writing it. I don't know how to choreograph anyway, so I won't participate."
Sheng Ziyu didn't say anything, but his eyes became even darker.
"Teacher Sheng, Guan Yike said that the music of their group was created with your advice. I want to ask, look at this position..." Feng Yuanxuan held a stack of papers, pointed to the top page and asked her.
Sheng Ziyu reached out and pressed down the pile of papers.
"Feng Yuanxuan, give me all the songs you wrote recently."
Feng Yuanxuan was stunned, but still gave everything to Sheng Ziyu.
Sheng Ziyou carefully read through the pictures one by one. Her face was a little gloomy. She took out one of them and said, "I think this one is very good and very suitable for choreography."
"But… "
"If they think it's not exciting enough, they can use the DJ version."
"But… "
"No buts, Feng Yuanxuan, you should go learn to dance. I don't want to see in the camera and video the only team leader who can't dance being taught by all the students in the group." Sheng Ziyu's expression was serious.
Feng Yuanxuan was stunned.
In the morning, she didn't think it was so serious, but now she realized that it might be far more serious than that.
If he is not careful, Feng Yuanxuan will become a blacklisted player on the Internet after the performance.
He is number one now, but after a while, he may not even be able to get a debut spot.
Before he finished writing the song, all the students were practicing dancing except him. The whole internet criticized him for being a loner.
After he wrote the song, everyone in the group knew the dance except him.
Sheng Ziyou has reason to believe that at that time, the entire Internet will criticize him for being incompetent and a drag...
The crisis Feng Yuanxuan faced this time was far more serious than he had imagined.
That’s all Sheng Ziyu’s advice is. She is not the Justice Bao who upholds justice, nor is she a judge who decides right and wrong. She is also an artist who has been in the industry for many years and is accustomed to injustice and dirty deals.
But when facing these younger generations, she always has an inexplicable feeling in her heart. She knows that she shouldn't care, but she can't help but think, this circle is already a mess, what if she doesn't keep these kind and hardworking people out
No matter what others think, she is clear-headed and this is the last piece of pure land in her heart that has kept her going for many years.
Therefore, she still had some passion in her heart, which was pitifully small but always erupted.
Sheng Ziyu stood up. This was enough of his advice. If he said more, Zhao Jing would criticize him for being "overly kind."
It’s funny to say, maybe the greatest fortune she got—a new life—made her heart become softer.
Feng Yuanxuan couldn't help but blush, and reached out to grab the corner of Sheng Ziyu's clothes.
He looked at her cautiously, with trepidation and confusion: "Teacher Sheng... are people... scolding me online?"
Sheng Ziyou looked down at him, sighed, and didn't answer directly: "You shouldn't stay alone in other places to work for others. This is a tryout. It's hard for people to see your silent efforts, and it's hard for people to recognize them."
Feng Yuanxuan let go of his hand, his eyes dull and blank: "I understand..."
Sheng Ziyou walked out, and Feng Yuanxuan said from behind: "Teacher Sheng, thank you, thank you so much."
She said nothing and strode away, this time without closing the door.
Feng Yuanxuan stared at the door where she disappeared, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Sheng Ziyu, who was originally the most disliked and thought to have the worst character, is actually the most kind-hearted one among all the mentors.
At this moment, Feng Yuanxuan was really grateful to Sheng Ziyu.
He stood up, packed up all his things, and went to the practice room belonging to their group.
Feng Yuanxuan was young after all, and when he realized that he might have fallen into someone else's trap, his heart was filled with disappointment and anger.
"Xuanxuan, why are you here?" Hu Changming wiped the sweat off his face and said to Feng Yuanxuan.
He used to think these words were fine, but this time, when he heard them, Feng Yuanxuan couldn't help but frown and said, "Why can't I come? And haven't I been writing songs for our group in another practice room?"
Hu Changming was stunned.
Jiao Xiu also stopped looking at the mirror and turned around and walked over: "Hu Changming wants to say, Xuanxuan, are you done with your work?"
Feng Yuanxuan looked at Jiao Xiu without saying anything. He clenched his hands, then loosened them again, and tried to smile: "Yes, I've finished writing it. I've written six versions, but I still think the third version is good. I've written six songs in the past few days, and I'm almost out of ideas. I can't write anymore."
Bei Yifan interrupted, confused: "Didn't they say that the third version is not suitable for our dance?"
Feng Yuanxuan had a blank expression on his face: "Yes, but I'm not good at dancing, and it's even harder to write a song based on dancing. I'd better come in and practice dancing. Jiao Xiu is also a creative type, so Jiao Xiu will write it."
Something flashed in Jiao Xiu's eyes, but he smiled: "You are the team leader, and you are the best at writing songs in our group. I dare not make a fool of myself. But since Xuanxuan doesn't want to write anymore, let's choreograph a new one, using the third version."
"Ah?" The team members immediately looked unhappy.
Cui Boxin couldn't help but say, "But we have already rehearsed the whole dance, and Teacher Zheng also said it was very good, why do we have to re-arrange it?"
His voice couldn't help but sound a little complaining, as if Feng Yuanxuan had caused everyone a lot of trouble.
Feng Yuanxuan couldn't help but clench the hand holding the guitar, his fingers turned white and blue veins bulged.
These are his team members. He is the only one responsible for writing songs, and they complain that this is not good, that is not good.
There may be only endless abuse against him on the Internet now, but he doesn't want this anymore. Although he is a Buddhist, he is not the kind of person who would compromise when being bullied.
He asked Jiao Xiu to write a song, but he only said two sentences and made the whole group hate him.
After rehearsing the dance first, how can I grasp every detail when writing the song
But it is actually much easier to choreograph with music.
He regrets it now. If he had known earlier, he should not have agreed to write the song by himself first.
Gu Yuzheng's group was the fastest. They wrote the song together first, then rehearsed the dance together, and worked together. Ten days was enough.
But now, my group is facing a big problem.
No, it should be said that he is facing the biggest challenge since he entered the class.
Feng Yuanxuan smiled bitterly: "This song is actually OK. It's the best I can do. When I tried it before, this song had the highest degree of coordination. If I change some of the dance moves, it can also become a very good work."
Hu Changming was still a little angry: "But the music is assigned to you. I should have given it to Jiao Xiu earlier!"
Feng Yuanxuan smiled bitterly, the camera was still filming, and he couldn't even refute.
Give it to Jiao Xiu
But he didn't know how to write songs at all. Feng Yuanxuan thought of this at the time and took the task upon himself.
The smile on his lips became more bitter: "You guys go eat first, I'll think about it."
Jiao Xiu patted his shoulder and consoled him, "It's okay. At worst we can just rehearse the dance again."
He smiled and comforted him, like a caring older brother.
But when Feng Yuanxuan looked at his smile, he felt a chill in his heart.
Their group went to eat, and Feng Yuanxuan sat down on the ground, scratching his head and feeling devastated, not knowing what to do.
"Knock knock—" Someone knocked on the door, and soon, Fu Jiahuan poked his head in.
"Huh? Are you alone? Aren't you going to eat? I just met your group going to eat, but I didn't see you, so I came over to check on you." Fu Jiahuan looked at him with concern in his voice.
Feng Yuanxuan felt warm in his heart. This is what true concern should be like, not the kind of concern that makes one's hair stand on end.
"I don't want to eat..."
Feng Yuanxuan had just finished speaking when Lin Yidong poked his head in with a worried look on his face: "Brother Xuan, come and play with our group for a while. Look at your current mental state, it's really terrible."
Meeting the sincere gazes of the two, he couldn't help but stand up, but felt a little embarrassed: "Is it too much of a bother?"
"It's okay!" Lin Yidonggang pushed open the door and came over to pull him over.
Gu Yuzheng's group had just finished lunch and no one was practicing dancing yet. Ji Ran was drinking porridge from a thermos, while Gu Yuzheng, Jing Xianglei and Fan Jiaxu were practicing singing.
"Brother Zheng, why can't I sing this sentence in tune?" Jing Xianglei asked Gu Yuzheng while practicing.
Gu Yuzheng shifted his gaze from the paper in his hand and looked at Jing Xianglei.
He smiled and said, "Why don't you pronounce the second word more gently and the third to sixth words faster? Try again?"
Jing Xianglei tried again, but still something was not right.
Gu Yuzheng reached out and flicked his forehead, looking helpless: "You turned it up too high!"
Jing Xianglei covered his head: "Okay..."
Feng Yuanxuan became more and more envious as he looked at them. Compared to their group, this group was so friendly.
He was a little confused. Wouldn't it be good if the whole team could work together like Gu Yuzheng's team
"Your group is really great..." Feng Yuanxuan said with envy.
“Your group is also very capable, with two original compositions. Our group was almost driven to death the day we were writing songs.” Fu Jiahuan came in and sat down on the floor next to Ji Ran.
Feng Yuanxuan shook his head: "We haven't finished writing our group song yet..."
"Puff—what?!" Lin Yidonggang almost sprayed out the water, his face full of shock.
“The song I wrote doesn’t quite fit, but I don’t know how to write it…”
"Let Jiao Xiu write it." Ji Ran frowned.
Feng Yuanxuan smiled bitterly and said nothing.
Gu Yuzheng glanced at him and said, "It's really hard to write a song based on a dance. We'll definitely have to change some of the moves when the time comes. Your group rehearsed too quickly. The dance shouldn't be finalized before the song is written."
Feng Yuanxuan exhaled: "Let me tell them again."
Their group is really too troublesome. The team members now have a lot of opinions about him. If they are asked to change the dance, some students will be very unwilling.
Gu Yuzheng and Ji Ran looked at each other. Both of them were smart people.
Ji Ran stood up: "I want to go to the bathroom."
Gu Yuzheng said, "I'll go too."
When the two men passed by Feng Yuanxuan, they pulled him.
Feng Yuanxuan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and followed.
It was dinner time and there weren't many people around. Ji Ran and Gu Yuzheng took Feng Yuanxuan to a secluded place and turned off their microphones.
Ji Ran tightened his clothes and asked directly: "What's going on?"
No matter how indifferent Feng Yuanxuan was, he was just a 20-year-old boy after all. His eyes suddenly turned red.
Gu Yuzheng patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's going on? Tell me everything. There's no one here right now."
Feng Yuanxuan sniffed, lowered his voice, and told everything.
Including their discussion process, what Teacher Sheng said, and the conversation after he returned to the practice room.
"Won't Jiao Xiu help you?" This was the first thing Gu Yuzheng asked after Feng Yuanxuan finished speaking.
Feng Yuanxuan looked at the two people's worried eyes, then looked back again. After making sure that no one was around, he lowered his voice and said, "Jiao Xiu... can't write songs."
Just six words, but like a bolt from the blue, they frightened Gu Yuzheng and Ji Ran so much that their faces changed.
“No wonder… No wonder…” Gu Yuzheng suddenly realized.
Ji Ran couldn't help but grit his teeth: "He's really going too far! Report him!"
"No!" Gu Yuzheng was the first to refute, "It's not that easy. Jiao Xiu dared to hype up this character, so he must have been prepared."
He moved his feet, thinking with a calm look in his eyes. After a moment, he said, "Yuan Xuan, you are in a very passive situation now. If you directly blame Jiao Xiu, you may not be able to get rid of him. You may be resisted by netizens. Now that everyone is smearing you, it may not be worth it for you to report Jiao Xiu. If you don't write a song, your teammates will have opinions about you, and the audience will think you are looking for trouble, so you must control your emotions now and don't get angry."
“I’m not angry, I just don’t know what to do…” Feng Yuanxuan’s eyes got even redder. He had to write. Continuing to write would only make the problem continue, and he was in a dilemma.
After a while, Gu Yuzheng grimaced and said, "Yuanxuan, keep writing! But Teacher Sheng is right, they have choreographed the dance, and you must practice it now. Use the song you chose, and then modify the song in between dance lessons. Modify it in their practice room, so that all the audience will know that you are writing a song, and you are writing a song alone."
"If the dance is not changed, the song may not be improved..." Ji Ran frowned.
Gu Yuzheng sneered, "It doesn't matter if they can't make the changes. You are not in the practice room with them to really change the music, but to ask them to take the initiative to adjust the dance moves. If the beat is not suitable, you can ask Jiao to modify it, or change the dance moves. If he can't compose, he will convince your group to change the dance."
Feng Yuanxuan looked at Gu Yuzheng's firm attitude and came up with an idea in his mind.
"Thank you." He stretched out his hands and hugged everyone.
Ji Ran was a little embarrassed: "I didn't help much."
"You being here is the greatest help to me." Feng Yuanxuan chuckled.
The three of them looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
But when I laughed, I felt a little heavy in my heart.
It was only then that they realized that there was a person among their students who had extraordinary "strength".
People of Guan Yike's status never tried to take shortcuts, but there was someone who not only took shortcuts, but also left others with no way out.
After one o'clock in the afternoon, Jiao Xiu and others came back.
Feng Yuanxuan sat in the corner of the practice room, eating bread and looking at the music score in his hand.
"Xuanxuan, why are you eating bread? Why aren't you eating?" Bei Yifan's voice was worried.
Feng Yuanxuan glanced at Jiao Xiu from the corner of his eye, his eyes fixed on the score in his hand: "We haven't decided on the group song yet, I'm really having trouble sleeping and eating."
"Don't worry." Jiao Xiu chuckled, "We have to eat anyway."
Feng Yuanxuan raised his head, his expression indifferent: "It's okay, I often skipped meals when I was writing songs these days, I'm used to it."
Jiao Xiu didn't respond immediately. He felt that Feng Yuanxuan had changed, just in one lunch time. His attitude was completely different from before lunch.
After a moment, he said, "No matter how hard you work, you still have to eat. You have to combine work and rest. It's the same when we were rehearsing the dance. We worked all night the night before, but we still ate. If we adjust our time, we can squeeze it out."
His voice was still worried, as if he felt sorry for Feng Yuanxuan not eating.
But one can also tell from their words that it was very hard work for them to choreograph the dance.
Feng Yuanxuan put down the music score in his hand and turned on the computer and small speakers given by the program team.
Jiao Xiu thought he was going to write a song, so he didn't pay much attention to it and said to the other members: "Come on, let's practice for a while."
As soon as they took their positions, the music started.
Several people were stunned and looked at Feng Yuanxuan.
Feng Yuanxuan smiled and stood up: "I think any modification should be combined with dance, and I haven't practiced dancing recently when writing songs. I have to practice quickly so as not to hold you back later."
Some of the team members were still unaware of the lawsuit, so Bei Yifan said, "Okay, it's better to finalize the music sooner rather than later. Our team has been dragging it on for too long! Thank you for your hard work."
As he spoke, he pointed to the spot next to him and said, "Xuanxuan, stand here. You haven't practiced yet, so just follow me for now. We will help you practice a few more times."
"Okay." Feng Yuanxuan smiled back at him.
"Okay then, let's get started." Jiao Xiu's eyes were deep.
Feng Yuanxuan stepped forward and played the music again.
He had already changed it to a DJ version, but after only doing a few moves, he realized that the music and the beat didn't match.
"Xuanxuan, look at this music..." Jiao Xiu stopped and turned back with a helpless look on his face.
Feng Yuanxuan shrugged, walked quickly to the computer, paused, picked up the paper with the song written on it, and said to Jiao Xiu -
"Yes, it's not in tune. The first part was okay, but this part is a bit off. But I'm really not good at changing music to match the beat. How about Jiao Xiu, you take a look at how to change this part? You have strong creative ability!"
Feng Yuanxuan felt that he seemed to have turned a little bad, actually saying such a thing...
But at this moment, he recalled what Jiao Xiu had said before and felt very happy again.
The author has something to say: Our Xuanxuan has become "bad"!!
Everyone, condemn him!
The bunny comes first: Good job! Keep on being bad!
—Everyone seems very curious about what I and other authors were bragging about last night
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Author A: I have to write 9000 words today!
Author B: I'll just write 6,000.
Author C: You guys are awesome. I’ll write 3000.
Author D: I want to write ten thousand!
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21 o'clock.
Author D: How much have you written
Author a: 0
Author b: 0
Author c: 0
Author D: What a coincidence, me too...
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