One after another, students came up to perform their talents, some sang love songs, sang bel canto, and some played various musical instruments.
Zhang Wei also went up and sang a love song affectionately. What hurt Jiang Siming the most was that B sang his own song, "Walking Horse".
Although it is still far from his level, it is compared with him.
Compared with other students in the college, he is pretty good.
The last one to go up was Jiang Lan.
Jiang Siming did not expect that this graceful and fashionable girl would actually perform guzheng.
Moreover, she played very well and received unanimous applause from her classmates and teachers.
The students have finished their performances and the teachers are preparing to select the top three.
But Zhang Wei stood up, looked at Jiang Siming, and said with a smile: "There is still one of us who has not come out to perform. Friend, please?"
Jiang Siming was indifferent and even looked at him playfully with his legs crossed.
He finally understood that Zhang Wei was just digging holes for him.
"He is my boyfriend, and he is not a music student." Jiang Lan stood up in a protective voice.
Zhang Weipi smiled but said very "reasonably": "Just because he is your boyfriend, he can be regarded as half of the people from the music school. Now that we are here, we have to do as we please, so we have no embarrassment.
He just wants to be happy, and it doesn’t matter how he sings, isn’t that right?”
"Yes, if you dare to steal the beauty of our school, don't you even have the courage to go on stage and sing a song?"
"Young Master Zhang is right. Everyone is here to have fun, so don't do anything special."
"It's just a song. He's not asked to do anything. The teachers are watching. Don't worry."
Many students echoed Zhang Wei's words, not only because they had a good relationship with Zhang Wei, but also because there were some boys who were also jealous of Jiang Siming's ability to win a beautiful woman, and they didn't mind taking this opportunity to add insult to injury.
Jiang Lan was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Siming walked out from behind her and strode toward the center of the beach.
I originally wanted to grow up and not play in a group, but I couldn't stand it when others rushed over and killed me.
If you hit the face at hand, if you don't hit them, you will feel that you are afraid of them.
He picked up a guitar from among the many musical instruments, adjusted it briefly, and then stood in front of the microphone.
"This kid can also play the guitar?" Zhang Wei's eyebrows twitched, with an indescribable feeling.
Only Zhang Wei and the others had seen Jiang Siming before, but now Jiang Siming stood in the center of the audience.
Students in the entire grade saw Jiang Siming clearly.
Now the girls worked hard, screaming together, blushing and heartbeating.
They even spontaneously cheered for Jiang Siming and became Jiang Siming's temporary support group.
"Let you keep playing for a while, and you will be laughed at when you start singing!" Zhang Wei thought to himself.
He didn't think Jiang Siming could sing well at all, even if in the eyes of passers-by, he sang well.
But they are students and teachers at the Conservatory of Music. What sounds good to ordinary people may not sound like that to them at all.
It was like playing with a broadsword in front of Guan Gong, and playing with a big halberd in front of Lu Bu.
When the time comes, just a few words of ridicule will make Jiang Siming feel ashamed!
Although he could not cause any substantial harm to Jiang Siming, being laughed at and humiliated by so many people was enough for him to drink.
Suddenly.
The sound of guitar sounded on the quiet beach.
It was completely different from the noisy guitar students who had performed on stage before, showing off their skills and playing various difficult guitar scores.
Jiang Siming's playing was like a small boat passing quietly in the dark night, with only the sound of the oars and the sound of clear water.
Many students from the music department searched their minds for the memory of this score, but found that they could not find it at all, as if they had never heard it before.
"Village in the North
There lived a southern girl
She always wears floral skirts
stand by the roadside
....”
Jiang Siming's voice suddenly sang, and a simple folk song broke into the ears of everyone present.
The low and deliberately hoarse singing voice makes people think that the young man in front of them has experienced many storms.
From his singing, I really want to explore his story.
"A small town in the South
The rainy winter is not as cold as in the north
She doesn't need bulky cotton clothes
To cover her watery face
..."
The scene was extremely quiet, with only Jiang Siming singing.
Apart from the guitar strings, there is only the background music of the waves crashing on the beach.
The three teachers' heads were spinning rapidly, as if they were trying hard to recall the origin of this song.
"Have you heard this song?"
"No, it couldn't have been written by this young man himself, right?"
"That's really a talent, and his singing skills are amazing. Could he be a student from the music academy in Kyoto?"
The three teachers communicated in very low voices for a while, but to no avail continued to listen to Jiang Siming's singing.
"Southern girl
Are you used to the cool autumn weather in the north?
southern girl
Do you like the frankness of northerners?
..."
Along with the chorus, all the students on the beach couldn't help but fall in love with this song.
Most students at the Conservatory of Music don't really like pop songs, they prefer niche folk songs.
Jiang Lan stood opposite, listening to the song quietly like everyone else.
But when she looked at the man in front of her, the admiration of a little girl was evident in her eyes, which was clearly visible without words.
Until the whole song was sung, everyone was still thinking about it.
By the time they reacted, Jiang Siming had already put down his guitar and returned to Jiang Lan.
"Young man, which music conservatory did you graduate from? Which class of students are you in?" A teacher came over quickly and asked kindly.
"I never went to a music school, so I just sang for fun." Jiang Siming took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked in front of the teacher as if nothing had happened.
The squinting look with a cigarette in his mouth fascinated a large group of female students.
Even if some people are handsome, their smoking movements are not good-looking. This thing seems to be an innate talent.
You need to form a relationship with the cigarette as an owner and a prop. The cigarette is a prop that can embellish your temperament, not a stupid old smoker who just smokes it blindly.
The difference between the two is as big as heaven and earth.
For details, please refer to the appearance and temperament of Leslie Cheung and Takeshi Kaneshiro when they smoke. Jiang Siming is even more generous than them.
The teacher didn't mind at all, but laughed out loud in surprise.
"Young man, you have a very strong musical talent, and what you just sang was a ballad, right? Did you write it yourself?"
"It's nothing to write about." Jiang Siming answered with mixed answers.
"Then are you interested in coming to our music school? I can guarantee you that with your musical talent and the fact that I will find a music company to package you, you can become a famous folk singer in the next few years."
"No interest, let's go." Jiang Siming took Jiang Lan's hand and turned away.
"Hey young man, you are number one and you will get a gift!"
"I don't care about that stuff."
After saying that, Jiang Siming had already taken Jiang Lan into the car. As soon as the engine started, the car disappeared from everyone's sight.
"It's a pity, it's such a pity to lose such a good seedling."
The teacher is still feeling regretful...(To be continued)