In the next few days, Fang Zhao spent most of the time at the Art Center, and he communicated more and more with the students.
The students who participated in the rehearsal also found that this young artist is really not simple, and the news reported on the Internet is not exaggerated at all. From guns and mechas to art exams, no matter what they say, Fang Zhao can answer.
At the beginning, Gu Mang was worried that Fang Zhao could not suppress these young students. These little dolls were all born and raised in Yinxing. The environment they had been exposed to since childhood was different, and there would always be some small frictions during the rehearsal process. If it's good, maybe we can fight.
Especially those who like to pick things up, Gu Mang intends to talk to them in private. But after two days of observation, I found that the content of the conversation he prepared didn't come in handy at all.
Wandering around in the rehearsal field, Gu Mang had nothing to do to talk to other instructors for a while.
Art Center lounge.
"Gu Mang, why do I feel that you have been busy recently?" someone asked.
"I don't need me over there, Fang Zhao is enough. I can only come and talk to you." Gu Mang picked a chair and sat down.
One of the instructors sitting on the edge raised his eyebrows: "The conductor of the entire orchestra will be summoned? Didn't you send someone to assist in the work?"
"Pie! But I can't share anything. Most of it is handled by Fang Zhao himself. The details of the music score are written by him. During the rehearsal, he has to conduct himself on the stage to reduce the flaws in the performance."
"Can't anyone else share these? We also have professional musicians here."
"It's not the same. In terms of understanding of the selected works, it is still inferior to the call."
The instructor's eyes flashed slightly, and he came over and asked, "Are those little guys making trouble?"
"Be good!" Gu Mang said.
"Hey, Gu Mang, let's just talk to the people outside, and play these fake things in front of us. Can we not know the temperament of those little guys?"
"Hey, I'm really telling the truth this time. If you don't believe me, you can go and watch it whenever you want." Gu Mang laughed.
Several instructors didn't believe it in their hearts, and they didn't choose another time. They got up and went over to the Youth Orchestra to take a look.
"Rare, it's rare to see them being so obedient and change their temper? The rebellious period is over? Are they mature and stable?"
Gu Mang thought of something and laughed for a while before saying, "Of course it's not that easy. Just yesterday, a heavy machine boy didn't perform well in the solo queue. Fang Zhao asked him to talk."
Several other instructors smiled knowingly.
During military exercises or encountering wars, heavy mechas generally rush to the front line and are brave enough. The talents cultivated by relevant majors are more or less affected in character.
But it is too brave and too aggressive, and it cannot be controlled by anyone who comes casually.
Are those kids really so good at teaching
Young and energetic, who usually refuses to obey anyone, how can he honestly accept the command of an outsider
Facing Fang Zhao, the student of the heavy machine was the one who took the lead.
"What did he do?" the instructor asked.
"He choked with Fang Zhao and said, 'You can do it!'"
"and then?"
"Then Fang Zhao really went up."
Other instructors: "Huh??"
"Is it fighting the piano or..." An instructor made a gesture of clenching his fists and waving.
"All of them. Musical instruments are better than musical instruments, and force is better than force. I have to say, Fang Zhao is really talented!"
"Isn't that hitting that kid hard enough?"
"No, Fang Zhao still takes good care of their emotions. According to my observation, the psychological shadow is not so bad, but during rehearsal, he is much more obedient."
"If you want me to tell you, you have to find someone to take care of the little ones! You play the piano at every turn, do you really think you are a piano saint
Young people do not know how high the sky is, so they have to know that there is someone outside, and always remind them that a mountain is higher than a mountain!
Look at this time, I was summoned to the past to have a 'talk', wouldn't it be more peaceful to come back? Now that he is so good, Fang Zhao can't suppress it! "
As he spoke, the instructor's smile narrowed, "By the way, I just saw the schedule over there, and it's not lower than our usual standard training intensity. Fang Zhao has to deal with so many things alone, and I'm tired looking at it, too. Fight, can your body hold up?"
He has seen many of Fang Zhao's deeds reported by authoritative media before. Compared with other artists, Fang Zhao's physique must be stronger, but, "After all, he is engaged in art, and he can't compete with these boys who have received military training since childhood. compare."
"That's right, I saw that the other invited artists have all brought helpers. The assistants are capable of both writing and martial arts, and can help share a lot of work. Did Fang Zhao bring an assistant?"
Gu Mang looked complicated: "I did, but he asked his assistant to take care of the dog. Even if his assistant didn't walk the dog, he wouldn't be able to help. He's not a professional, and he doesn't know much about music."
An old instructor shook his head lightly and sighed: "Fang Zhao is still too young and inexperienced! He should bring more useful helpers. I think everyone's assistants can assist in planning, but his assistants are actually busy. With a dog?"
"One assistant and two bodyguards were sent by him to take the dog. I don't know what he was thinking. I can't understand the thoughts of young people today." Gu Mang said.
"Dog slave, he is!"
"I heard that his dog is valuable!"
Gu Mang sighed, "Who knows, when I was there, I found out that he read messages every one or two hours, and he was talking on the phone during breaks, just asking the dog."
At this time, Fang Zhaozheng, the central figure discussed by the instructors, was talking to Nanfeng.
Now is the break time for rehearsal, Fang Zhao took the time to understand the condition of the curly hair.
Early this morning, the anti-smuggling team at Hidden Star Harbor came to find Fang Zhao and said to let Curly go to their airport for a walk. Talk to the working dogs of Hidden Stars.
Fang Zhao is not worried about the stage exam or something. What he is worried about is that Curly Hair can't control his mouth when he gets excited. He sent all the three of Nanfeng over to watch, but he couldn't let go of his heart, and asked Nanfeng to send a message every half an hour.
Nanfeng opened a video call to Fang Zhao, "Hey, boss, we are still in the airport, everything is fine!"
Video calls are not allowed anywhere in the airport. Even cameras are not allowed. If you want to receive video calls, you must get a designated area.
Nanfeng is now talking to Fang Zhao there. There are walls on all sides, and there is nothing involving personal privacy or military secrets. Even the tables, chairs, lamps, and water dispensers are public models.
"The working dog phase test at the airport hasn't been carried out yet?" Fang Zhao asked.
"No, it seems that there is something going on at the mine. I went on a temporary mission and just came back half an hour ago." Nanfeng told Fang Zhao about the situation here.
"Most of the working dogs on Yinxing's side are large dogs. There are only two medium-sized dogs and no small dogs. Curly is the smallest here. But we are not afraid of them! We went up to say hello!"
Nan Feng felt light on his face when he thought of the situation at that time, "Boss, do you know that the curly hair is not inferior in front of those arrogant-looking Hidden Star Dogs, it's really good for us!"
Fang Zhao's tone was subtle: "... what did it do?"
Nanfeng, who was immersed in joy and pride, did not notice the change in Fang Zhao.
"It's nothing, the curly hair just went up and said hello to those hidden star dogs."
"How did it hit?" Fang Zhao asked.
"It just sniffed and licked the leading dog. Don't worry, boss, there was no fight, it was just a lick."
"What's the reaction of the licked dog?" Fang Zhao asked again.
"Looks like he was frightened, he retracted his tail and barked loudly, and then avoided the curl when he saw it." Nanfeng said that the situation at that time was a little proud, "Our little curl is amazing!"
From Nanfeng's point of view, everything is quite normal. Some big dogs are very capable of working, but they may not be very courageous, and some are afraid of puppies.
Fang Zhao's eyes twitched, but he didn't say anything to Nanfeng, but said, "Let Curly Hair come over, I'll tell him a few words."
"Okay! Come on Curly, the boss wants to talk to you." Nanfeng pointed the communicator's camera at Curly.
Curly hair came over with his tail hanging down, with a guilty conscience, humming.
Fang Zhao stared at the curly hair, and only made a sound when he saw that its ears were drooping down. Only two words were said.
The first sentence: "Be good."
Second sentence: "Keep your mouth shut."
These two seemingly peaceful sentences could not help but tremble in Nan Feng's ears.
horrible!
There is no doubt that the curly hair has been trained again! Maybe you have to face the wall when you go back!
Nanfeng was at a loss for the curly hair training.
Why is the boss so strict with a dog
Don't you just lick it
"What did it do wrong?" Nan Feng asked Zuo Yu next to him in a low voice.
"No?" Zuo Yu said.
What's wrong with a dog licking a dog
That's right!