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chapter16

In the large public classroom where there is no class, there are ups and downs of discussion at the moment, and the girls are particularly agitated. What else can make the girls agitated?Of course it's gossip.

——Did you see that, the Department of Architecture is Grass!

——I saw it, I saw it, the point is that there is Lin Wenxuan from the Department of Computer Science, okay?He is also very handsome, although he is of a different type from Zhuo Yi.

——I heard that they are all in the same dormitory with Zhao Hele?

——That’s right, their dormitory is so awesome, it’s now our school’s male god’s dormitory, don’t you know?Take a look, our little prince Zhao Hele from the Music Department, Cao Zhuoyi from the Architecture Department, Lin Wenxuan from the Computer Department, and another one you must have seen, Cheng Lin from the French Department.

——Holy shit, Cheng Lin from the French department!That Cheng Lin who looks a bit like a mixed race!

--Yes.However, this is not the focus of today, but why are Zhuo Yi and Lin Wenxuan in our department's public class?What kind of passion will be rubbed out?

……

Zhao Hele silently raised his head from his book, without looking at the two people beside him, he asked, "So, why did you two come to my public class? I remember, you both have classes."

He didn't understand, Lin Wenxuan did what he did yesterday, why Zhuo Yi did the same today.If Lin Wenxuan came to pick up girls, he would understand, but a male god?Something is wrong.

So he turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yi: "Zhuo Yi, don't you have professional courses? Why did you come?"

Zhuo Yi tapped the book in front of him and said calmly: "The teacher is on a business trip, and I don't want to go to the library, so I come here for self-study."

Zhao Hele's forehead twitched, isn't it...

Lin Wenxuan crossed his arms and looked at the male god with a half-smile and said, "The male god also wants to get a little bit of fireworks when he descends into the mortal world, right?"

Zhuo Yi said: "It's really lonely up there."

Lin Wenxuan raised his thumb: "Okay, it seems that you have a good eye." Then she poked her head over and whispered, "You also know that the girls in the music department are super beautiful, and it would be great to find a girlfriend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head by the pen, and he sat back in his original position feeling the pain, and raised his head with an aggrieved face.

Zhao Hele took back the pen angrily, and looked at the person: "Lin Wenxuan, the male god doesn't have to go to class, you are skipping class, you know that! It's like this yesterday, and it's like this today, what are you doing?"

Lin Wenxuan hugged the man's arm and said aggrievedly: "I just miss you, you said how long you haven't eaten with me, what's wrong with me skipping class to accompany you..."

"..." Zhao Hele stretched out a finger to remove the man's head, and said bluntly, "Come on, I know what you are going to do."

Lin Wenxuan immediately sat up, smiled and watched the person stretch out his hand: "WeChat!"

Zhao Hele knew his virtue, what else could he do besides pick up girls, gritted his teeth and said, "Who do you want."

Unexpectedly, Lin Wenxuan leaned back on the chair and smiled mysteriously: "Oh well, I need to observe for a while, maybe I have to come tomorrow, and I will tell you when I find it."

"Then don't bother me in class." Zhao Hele warned.

"Why don't you talk about the male god?" Lin Wenxuan said with gusto, he wondered why Zhao Hele suddenly got so much better with the male god?I don't play with him anymore.

Zhao Hele said: "Listen to what Zhuo Yi has said since he came in, and how many words you have said."

"You think I'm annoying?" Lin Wenxuan sighed: "As expected, I value sex over friends."

Zhao Hele smiled and said, "I just like quiet ones."

"Tch." Lin Wenxuan shook her head with a smile, took out a bottle of Jukujuku from the drawer and put it in front of the person.

However, in this class, Zhao Hele enjoyed the much-anticipated taste.I felt strange laughter coming from my ears from time to time, it was really creepy to hear.

But when I turned my head, I found that they all kept their heads down and took notes seriously.

Extremely puzzled, strange and strange.

"Zhao Hele, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Hele turned his head sideways to look at the guy with his head propped up, "I didn't see anything."

Lin Wenxuan smiled and said, "What are we going to eat that night? Let's have hot pot. How about the 'Benefits' at the school gate?"

"Your treat." Zhao Hele was not polite.

"No problem." Lin Wenxuan leaned back and looked at Zhuo Yi: "God, can you go?"

"Mm." Zhuo Yi replied lukewarmly.

Lin Wenxuan smiled casually and said nothing more.

On the podium, the teacher suddenly played a piece of music, which is the Chinese folk music "Embroidered Purse".

Everyone looked blank and didn't understand what the teacher meant. Anyway, let's enjoy it first and then talk about it.But after listening to this song, everyone still somewhat understood what the teacher meant.

The teacher paused the music and looked at the students below with a smile: "There are four classes here, violin class 150 and piano class [-] belonging to the music performance department and class [-] and class [-] of the music education department, with a total of [-] people. "

"..." Everyone didn't understand what the teacher meant.

The teacher continued: "Among all these people, can anyone hear any difference in the music?"

"...I don't know what it's singing about."

"I don't know either, it should be dialect?"

"I didn't listen to it just now, I was playing on my phone..."

Many people lowered their heads and began to discuss.

Zhuo Yi turned his head to look at the person next to him who was reading a book with his head down, and looked at that handsome side face: "Can you?"

"Huh?" Zhao Hele raised his head upon hearing the sound, "What?"

He was recalling what different modes, tones and rhythms were used in this song just now, so he didn't hear clearly what Zhuo Yi was saying to him.

"Your teacher's question just now." Lin Wenxuan crossed his legs to pick up Zhuo Yi's words.

"No one heard it?" The teacher looked around the classroom, his eyes fell on the boy in the yellow sweater, and he stretched out his finger: "The boy in the yellow sweater on the right in the eighth row should answer this question."

Zhao Hele looked around, and there seemed to be no one wearing a yellow sweater around, except himself.

The teacher nodded: "It's you, Zhao Hele from the violin class."

"..." Zhao Hele stood up silently, why did he always feel that all the teachers knew him.

"To be honest, you are different from the previous students. You have a lot of performance experience. I heard from your professional teacher that you have absolute pitch. I am also very curious. After all, it is Great musicians headed by Beethoven." The teacher looked at the boy in front of him with a smile on his face: "So, can you analyze this piece for us?"

Zhao Hele sighed inwardly, why does it feel like it's getting more and more exaggerated...

"It doesn't matter how you analyze it, just take it easy." The teacher smiled at the person and said, "Come on, give it a try."

When the person was still thinking about what he should say, he felt a softness in his left hand, looked down at the position of the male god on the left, and then met the male god's eyes.

There is an encouraging look in the deep eyes.

Well, since the male god has encouraged him, let's give it a try, it's meaningless to be hypocritical.

Going up to the podium and taking the microphone from the teacher, he cleared his throat and looked at all the students in front of him and said, "Before I speak, I hope everyone can listen to this song carefully and listen carefully to the differences in each paragraph. different melodies, different speeds, different tonality, and different rhythms, these places are the answers to the questions raised by the teacher of this piece.”

The young man's voice became clearer and more soothing, perhaps because the lecture was so fresh from another person, everyone began to listen to the song seriously.

One song finished.

Zhao Hele took the microphone and continued: "The following views are my personal analysis. Please correct me if I am wrong. In fact, you can hear it if you listen carefully. Two local dialects are used here. You don't need to know where the dialects are. But the same can be heard. The rhythm of the former is bright and beautiful, with a sense of joy, while the latter is simple and depressed, with a sense of desolation. The style changes from the seventh quarter..."

Zhuo Yi's eyes were deep and deep, and the young man in his eyes was dazzling and bright, just like on the stage, people's eyes couldn't be diverted.

Lin Wenxuan propped his chin up in amusement, but from the corner of his eye, Zhuo Yi was looking at his own hair.In that direction, even a discerning eye knows who it is looking at.

So ah, why?

After Zhao Hele finished speaking, a classmate spoke next:

"The teacher said that you have absolute pitch. Of course, you can easily analyze a piece of music, but we don't have this ability."

Zhao Hele's eyes fell on the speaker, because the speaker was Zhou Wei, a person who liked to argue with him.So the corner of his mouth slightly raised and he continued:

"I think you have misunderstood the word 'absolute'. In fact, no one is born with absolute pitch, including Beethoven." Zhao Hele looked at Zhou Wei in the audience, and said calmly: "Music talent is innate , but the intonation is artificially set. It's like the middle C and the major sixth are determined by people, not natural laws. In other words, my understanding of this piece is the same, it's just my understanding. And this piece is really The meaning of it will not be transferred because of my better sense of pitch."

The tone of the statement is general, the eyes are flat and invisible, but there is a hint of oppression. When those beautiful and clear eyes fall on someone,

Someone lowered his head unconsciously.

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Zhao Hele: ​​Hmph.

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