"This person is Zao Wu-Ki! The new song he created speaks from the bottom of his heart and expresses the soldier's feelings from a novel and unique perspective. At the same time, his singing is also very professional. If he goes to participate in the National Youth Singers
You will definitely get a very good ranking in the Grand Prix, so I propose that the first prize in the vocal category be awarded to Zao Wou-Ki."
"Okay -" The crowd in the audience was excited. Zeng Ni is a person who is very good at creating an atmosphere.
"Now, I won't be rambling. I would like to invite the host to come on stage..." After saying that, Zeng Ni put down the microphone and walked towards the audience.
After Zeng Ni’s speech, it was County Party Secretary Rong Dagao who delivered a speech, and then County Armed Forces Minister Jiang Shixiang. Their speeches were nothing new, full of empty talk, and very lengthy. Obviously, officials in this era are not quite used to this kind of speech.
Recreational activities.
Zao Wou-Ki wanted to leave after the performance, but was blocked by the party service staff. He had to sit down and wait for the performance to end and then wait for the leader to speak. At this time, another staff member came and told him that he would wait.
Yes, I asked him to speak on behalf of the performers.
"Ni media, what are you talking about?" Zhao Wuji had a headache when he heard this arrangement. It's not that he couldn't talk, it's just that he felt there was nothing to talk about. This was just a regular party held for a certain festival, and it was for entertainment and happiness.
It's best if everyone is happy about something, so why make it so formal.
After the winners were announced, it was Zao Wou-ki's turn to speak, and he had no choice but to step onto the stage.
"Dear leaders and comrades, according to research by domestic and foreign experts, singing regularly can increase lung capacity, change people's mood, and is beneficial to physical health. Therefore, I suggest that everyone sing more in their spare time!" After that, respect
After a salute, he turned around and left the stage.
"Ah, is this the end?" The audience suddenly burst into commotion, and Zao Wou-Ki was acting cunning, which was not enough!
However, Zao Wuji's speech was affirmed by the young people who like to sing, because he told the truth. Therefore, after a brief commotion, the audience finally burst into applause again.
Then came the awards. Zao Wuji was the well-deserved first prize. There were two award certificates, personal and unit. The unit's award certificate was a plaque that read: "First Prize at the 1986 Military and Civilian Gala."
", the Nigerian media has unknowingly made a contribution again! As for the individual's award certificate, it is a red book with three additional words "Vocal Music" on it.
In fact, at this time, many places gave out awards only with certificates. Lu Jiang could be regarded as leading the fashion by being able to hand out certificates and medals.
The first prize prize is quite valuable. It is a pure wool blanket worth more than one hundred yuan. In this era, it is really a big prize.
"Congratulations, Zao Wou-ki, I didn't expect you to sing so well!" Just after awarding the award, his wife from the previous life, Li Xinxin, came over to say hello. Obviously, Zao Wu-ki's singing voice conquered her.
"Where are you, Xinxin, your dance is really good. No, you also won the first prize." Zhao Wuji was telling lies with his eyes open. He didn't even look at other people's dances. How could he?
He said he danced well.
"Okay, I have to take the students back. By the way, Zhao Wuji, you can come and teach singing to our students in the future?" Li Xinxin said.
"Definitely, definitely." Zhao Wuji was very happy that his wife was about to be found.
"Zhao Wuji, don't leave. Vice Chairman Zeng of the Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles wants to talk to you." Just as Zhao Wuji was about to leave with the certificate and prize, someone from the organizer stopped Zhao Wuji again.
"Ni media, there are so many things. What, that Chairman Zeng came to me to recommend me to sing, right?" Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded. If that were the case, he could go to university and become a Chinese language teacher based on his own strength.
Department professor or physics department professor.
Zao Wuji guessed right. Zeng Ni really persuaded him to switch to literature and art, and said that she was responsible for contacting the city song and dance troupe.
"Chairman Zeng, thank you. Singing is just my hobby." Zhao Wuji refused directly.
"Don't be too busy to refuse. Your singing talent is very good, and your basic skills are also very solid. If you join the municipal song and dance troupe, you can become a nationally renowned young singer in a short period of time."
"Let's see, Chairman Zeng, I won't go there to pursue my professional career. If there are any performances in the city or province, as long as I have time, I can participate." Zhao Wuji said this in a very rude and proud manner.
When Zhao Wuji said this, he also wanted to give a warning to those big names in later generations. As for Nigerian media, don't think you are great just because you have a good voice. You can get a job today and take drugs tomorrow.
"Okay, I'll leave you a phone number. Remember to call me when you come to Zizhou." Zeng Ni took out a small notebook from her bag and wrote down the office phone number. After a pause,
, and wrote down the home phone number.
Finally, it was time to go home. After saying goodbye to Zeng Ni, Zhao Wuji went out through the back door of the auditorium. He knew that his mother, Chen Suqin, was most likely still waiting for him outside the auditorium.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhao Wuji came out of the back door, he was stopped by several girls, "Brother Zhao, hello! We are all your fans." A girl walked up and said boldly.
"Ni media, since when did I have fans?" Zhao Wuji was surprised, but he said with a smile, "Thank you, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Brother Zhao, he belongs to us. We are all music lovers from Lujiang No. 2 Middle School. After listening to your songs, we want to become your teacher!" said the leading girl. Under the not-so-bright light, the girl
His eyes turned out to be particularly clear.
"Well, let's just become a disciple. By the way, you are still high school students, so you should focus on studying." Zhao Wuji didn't want to cause trouble.
"Brother Zhao, Teacher Zhao, just promise us." Several other beauties came up, grabbed Zhao Wuji's arm, and shook it.
"This... I work in Fengshan and I don't have time." Zhao Wuyao could hardly stand the enthusiasm of several little lolita. His newly grown body rested on his arm. Even with the dual status of a practitioner and a practitioner, he couldn't stand it.
I can't feel it at all.
"We have all found out clearly that your home is in the county government, and you have to go home every week." The leader of the group suddenly said.
"Nigerian media, this intelligence work is well done!" Zhao Wuji thought for a while, but still refused, "No. Firstly, I am very busy, secondly, you have a heavy learning task, and thirdly, your behavior will cause
If you are criticized by the teacher, I won’t be able to bear it when your teacher scolds me.”
"Oh, Teacher Zhao, first of all, we only delay you for an hour a week, so you can pity us; secondly, we all have very good academic performance, so don't worry; as for thirdly, I promise
The school teachers will not come to trouble you."
Seeing the innocent face of this little girl, Zao Wuji suddenly opened a door of memory: "What's your name?"
"My name is Wu Xue." The girl said generously.
"Haha, Wu Xue, your father's name is Wu Xianggui, and he is the principal of No. 2 Middle School, right?"
"Oh, Teacher Zhao, you know me!" Wu Xue suddenly became happy. Since they are acquaintances, this matter will probably be done.
"Haha, I know your dad." Zhao Wuji would not admit that he knew Wu Xue.
In the previous life, there was a singer in Lujiang who was considered a third-rate singer in the country. His name was Wu Xue. It was rumored that Wu Xue graduated from No. 2 Middle School, and his father Wu Xianggui was the principal of Lujiang No. 2 Middle School. At the end of the century, Wu Xue also specialized in singing
He returned to Zizhou and held a charity concert specifically to raise funds for the Yangtze River floods. His character was quite acceptable.
However, in the previous life, Wu Xue started late due to the lack of guidance from famous teachers when she was growing up. In addition, due to her good character and lack of backing in the entertainment industry, she only became famous as a third-rate singer.
"But your dad doesn't know me!" Zhao Wuji actually had the idea of helping Wu Xue, just to tease him.
"It's okay. I'll tell my dad that she supports my singing!" Wu Xue shook her head proudly.
"This still doesn't work." Zhao Wuji insisted.
"Oh, Teacher Zhao, how on earth do you want to agree to us?" Several other beauties shook Zhao Wuji's arms again.
"Let's do this. Tell me your names, your parents' names, the class you are in now, and your grades first, and then I will think about it."
"Okay, my name is Zhang Min, my father's name is Zhang Mingxue, and my mother's name is Chen Guihua. I will be in the second grade of high school next semester. I am in the second class of high school. Last semester, I ranked 9th in the class."
"My name is Sun Yan, my father's name is Sun Chengyang, and my mother's name is Zheng Xiaofang. I am in the second and third classes of high school, and I ranked 16th in the class last semester."
…
"If you can agree to my request, I can try to be your off-campus counselor. Every Sunday between 3 pm and 5 pm, I can tutor you for one hour, no more than two hours at most. If I have something to do,
If I can't come, I will call Wu Xue's father." Zhao Wuji thought for a while and said.
The images of these children are all good. As for the voice condition, it cannot be determined at present. It will be discussed later. Of course, Zao Wuji will not believe that these children have singing talent and there can be two or three with better conditions.
, giving them some advice is already very good.
"Teacher Zhao, you said, we promise to do it." Wu Xue took the lead in expressing his position.
"I have three requests: First, no matter where you are in this life or how you develop, you can't forget your father, your hometown, and that you are a Chinese..." In his previous life, what he hated most was that kind of thing.
A scumbag who forgets his ancestors!
"Second, when you have achieved something, you should try your best to help those in need, do more good deeds and refrain from evil deeds..."
"Third, you cannot abandon your studies. Taizu said that uneducated people are stupid people, and their grades must not fall behind. If I know someone who falls behind in her grades because of singing, I will expel her!"
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