Wen Yuyi narrowed her eyes: "Can you get it? Have you Yun Yiheng repaired the guqin music?"
Yun Yiheng pursed his lips: "Not yet."
Wen Yuyi said: "The competition is the day after tomorrow. The teacher stipulates that the score must be handed in before five o'clock this afternoon. If you don't fix it, I'm afraid the program will be cancelled..."
Yun Yiheng's face turned dark.
Shen Ruojing's peach blossom eyes flashed with a smile: "Isn't it time yet?"
Wen Yuyi looked at her watch: "There is only one hour left before the final score..."
"Why are you so anxious?" Shen Ruojing looked at her calmly: "Can't wait for an hour? Are you rushing to reincarnate?"
"..." Wen Yuyi was choked.
Someone next to her tugged on her sleeve, "Otherwise, just wait for them for an hour. We are not in a hurry anyway. Yun Yiheng, if you haven't handed the complete score to the teacher after an hour, then your program will be It’s been cancelled, so please obediently give up the activity room when the time comes.”
After a few people finished speaking, they turned around and left.
Shen Ruojing stood there and looked at Yun Yiheng.
"Teacher Anonymous, thank you for recognizing our folk music department!" Suddenly, a student from the folk music department bowed to her.
Shen Ruojing was silent for a moment: "Study hard, I hope you can recreate the glory of Chinese music culture."
"OK."
The students from the folk music department wiped their red eye circles and turned around to leave as if they were inspired.
The Western Musical Instruments students wanted to talk to Shen Ruojing, but they were taken away by the student union president and told not to disturb the anonymous teacher.
Soon, only Shen Ruojing and Yun Yiheng were left in the activity room.
Shen Ruojing entered the activity room.
She looked around and saw that the equipment of this activity room was top-notch in the country, and it was surrounded by soundproof cotton. It was indeed a very good place. No wonder Wen Yuyi envied this place.
While she was watching, Yun Yiheng's voice suddenly came from behind her: "Do you know folk music?"
Shen Ruojing: "I understand Yidiandian."
Qingdai's identity was not revealed unless necessary.
"Then what you just said..."
"Oh, I made it up."
"..." Yun Yiheng looked at her and was speechless, "Then do you know that there are many missing parts in the song "Plum Blossom Cold", and I can't fix it in an hour."
Although Shen Ruojing's remark just now that a set of guqins was used to treat illnesses gave him some inspiration. If he was given enough time, he was guaranteed to be able to repair it, but now the time was too short and he had no time at all.
"Don't give up until the last moment."
Shen Ruojing patted his shoulder and said with a smile.
Yun Yiheng: "..."
His face turned dark, and he took out his cell phone with a cold face and looked at the broken score that he had repaired.
He can't admit defeat, because if he loses now, he will lose the face of the entire folk music department.
Seeing him lowering his head and repairing the broken score seriously, he suddenly heard the sound of a chair being pulled out. He turned around and saw Shen Ruojing sitting next to him.
Yun Yiheng: "What are you doing?"
"Help you."
Yun Yiheng frowned: "Don't you understand Guqin music?"
Shen Ruojing paused: "Yeah, but Music Theory has figured it out, maybe he can help you solve it?"
She randomly pulled out a piece of paper from the side, looked at the music score on her phone, and wrote and drew on the paper.
The woman sat opposite Yun Yiheng, with her back to the paper. He couldn't see what she wrote, but he asked: "... Do you know Qing Dai? Can you ask her to help me?"
He endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.
Shen Ruojing said nothing, but stopped the pen in his hand, stared at the music score, and moved the pen unconsciously with his fingers.
There are two passages in this residual score that are indeed strange, and their excessiveness is very unreasonable.
Yun Yiheng should also be stuck here.
When a woman is thinking, she turns the pen in her hand skillfully and quickly, but for some reason, when other girls turn the pen, it only makes people think that their fingers are slender and beautiful.
When she was turning the pen, Yun Yiheng held his breath unconsciously, as if he had disturbed her, and the next moment the pen would pierce his face.
Yun Yiheng's eyes fell on where she was looking again, which was something he had always felt was wrong.
The connection between two pages in the residual score was worn out. He tried for a long time but could not connect the two chapters perfectly...
Women are stuck here too.
Yun Yiheng couldn't help but ramble: "If it's Qingdai, she will definitely find the problem here. Can you give me her contact information? I will contact her personally?"
Shen Ruojing ignored him.
Yun Yiheng continued: "I have been studying Guqin in the past few years, and I have been learning her playing method intentionally or unintentionally. Speaking of it, she can be regarded as half of my master..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Ruojing moved.
She took back her pen and started writing and drawing quickly on the paper.
Ten minutes later, she pushed what she had finished writing forward and pushed it in front of Yun Yiheng, "I won't bother Qingdai for this little thing."
After saying that, he stood up, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked out.
Shen Ruojing still remembered that Chu Cichen came to the school to investigate their past affairs, and planned to see what he was doing, hoping not to waste too much time here.
Yun Yiheng stared at her as she walked out, then frowned: "Can you do it? This is the guqin! It's not your orchestral music, you..."
The next words came to an abrupt end after seeing the content on the paper.