After four classes in the morning, Fang Jing sat in his original position and did not leave, as did Gong Yu and Jia Chun.
After everyone else left, Jia Chun turned around and said excitedly: "Can you start teaching me how to sing?"
Gong Yu walked over with his crescent moon squinting, and stood quietly aside with his hands crossed.
"Don't worry! Aren't you all hungry? Let's finish eating at least before we talk?"
"Yes, yes! Look at my brain. I'm treating you. I can order whatever you want. Farmhouse or Western food?"
Jia Chun waved his hand with great arrogance, and with that posture, he was afraid that others would not know that he was a rich second generation.
"Don't go to such trouble. Just eat something in the cafeteria. Going out every once in a while would be too time-consuming."
Shijie High School is one of the top aristocratic schools, and the conditions of the cafeteria are naturally not bad. Not only that, the school also has a swimming pool and a gymnasium, and the equipment is not inferior to that of ordinary universities.
For those like Jia Chun who have poor grades and have a wealthy family, their tuition fees are at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan per year, while those poor students with good grades not only don’t have to pay tuition, but also receive scholarships.
Arriving at the second floor of the cafeteria, Fang Jing simply ordered three dishes and one soup, but he ordered a large bowl of rice.
"How do you eat so much? I'm going to lose weight during this period, so I'll give you a chicken leg." Gong Yu gave Fang Jing the chicken drumstick on the dinner plate.
"Thanks!"
Fang Jing wasn't pretentious. There was nothing greasy on Gong Yu's plate, and the chicken leg was obviously made for him.
"Yes, yes! I'm also losing weight, Fang Jing, you don't want to see me so fat that I can't walk, right?" Jia Chun said as he also put the braised pork over.
Originally he ordered cold skin, but when he saw that there was no meat in Fang Jing's bowl, he thought he had no money, so he specially added braised pork.
Fang Jing chuckled and shook his head, "You guys are trying to kill me! I accept the kindness, but don't hold it back, I really can't finish it.
I usually exercise a lot during busy farming times, so I naturally eat more when I'm very hungry. During this time, I'm basically idle and can't eat much."
I am a half-grown boy who lives in poverty. A few years ago, when Fang Jing was growing the fastest, there was a lot of work at home, and one person could eat enough for two people.
Now I can’t do it anymore. I am lazy every day. I feel like I can survive a whole day just by eating two bowls of rice.
While Jia Chun was eating carelessly, he asked, "Then when will we start practicing?"
"Don't worry! We'll start teaching in a moment."
This man is the one who provided the money, so Fang Jing didn't dare to neglect him, "Which one of you will give me a cell phone to use?"
"mine!"
Gong Yu hurriedly took out a white smartphone.
Opening the Penguin software, Fang Jing immediately saw Gong Yu's nickname, "Lone Star Tears", which was full of the atmosphere of the times.
This song was sung by a singer a few years ago and was very popular in the streets at that time.
Click the plus sign in the upper right corner and enter a string of numbers. This is the Penguin number he applied for last night.
Then he logged out of Penguin, logged in to his account again, added each other as friends, and then sent a file to Gong Yu.
"This is a ppt I made last night. It contains some basic music theory knowledge and several small courseware made by music lovers. It is very useful for beginners. You two can share it with each other."
Fang Jing didn't just go to the Internet cafe to sleep last night. He spent four or five hours making this ppt.
"Can you still do ppt?" Gong Yu's eyes widened, as if he had discovered something incredible.
This thing is not widely spread now, and it is not used too much. Basically no one uses it except for office work.
Unlike later generations, you can see it just by walking into any classroom.
Jia Chun was confused and couldn't understand what they were saying, "What is ppt?"
After taking two quick bites of rice, Fang Jing said vaguely: "You can just watch it as a video, but some pictures and text need to be turned manually."
"Do you need a computer to make ppt? Who did you learn this from?" Gong Yu didn't have time to eat, so he expressed his doubts while reading Fang Jingchuan's documents.
"Do you need to learn this thing? There are many online tutorials, and you can learn it in a few minutes."
After wiping his mouth clean, Fang Jing looked at the two of them and said with a smile: "Don't think of me as a primitive person, okay? I went to junior high school in the county town and have been online several times."
Jia Chun was so embarrassed that he buried his head and sucked in a mouthful of cold skin, feeling very anxious and panicked.
Fortunately, yesterday he kept asking whether there was electricity in Huangling Village, whether it was used for burning firewood, whether there were hundreds of thousands of mountains surrounding the village, and whether he needed to ride a horse when traveling.
Some classmates asked Fang Jing whether three wives and four concubines were allowed in Huangling Village, and whether it was true for girls to get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen.
They treat others as bumpkins, but they don't know that they are bumpkins themselves.
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After dinner, Jia Chun went to borrow a guitar, while Gong Yu and Fang Jing found a shady lawn to sit and wait for him.
There are art students in the school, and there are also quite a few who are engaged in music. Jia Chun's family is rich, and he is an acquaintance. He can chat with everyone, and he often invites people. There is no problem at all in borrowing a guitar.
"Fang Jing, what does your nickname Yu Nianyi mean?" On the lawn, Gong Yu was bored and tilted his head and asked.
When Fang Jing added her, she saw this name and felt it was a little different.
After all, the online names of the second-highest-ranking boy in the class are nostalgic, zero punch, and the most handsome in the world.
"The Buddhists say that one thought of foolishness will lead to the end of Prajna, and one thought of wisdom will lead to the birth of Prajna."
Gong Yu didn't understand, and felt a little confused. He had no choice but to pretend to nod, and said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad."
Not long after, Jia Chun came over with an antique guitar.
"Let me make it clear first, I don't have any music certificates, I'm completely wild. Don't blame me if I'm wrong."
"Okay, let's teach you. Who is listening to you?" Jia Chun handed the guitar to Fang Jing, not caring at all.
"Guitars include classical guitar, folk guitar, and electric guitar." Fang Jingqing stroked the strings and said slowly. "Classical guitar has a wide fretboard and thick sound. It is suitable for playing classical music. It requires higher skills and is not recommended for beginners.
practice."
The folk guitar has a narrow fingerboard, uses steel strings, and has a crisp and bright sound. It can accompany the singer, or it can be played and sang independently. It is suitable for country, folk and modern music, and the playing style is relaxed and casual."
"The electric guitar does not have a resonance box. It uses a magnetic pickup. Based on the principle of converting string vibration into electric sound, it uses a speaker to produce sound. With the addition of effectors, it can produce a variety of colorful tones. It is an indispensable instrument for playing rock music.
Killer weapon."
"What I personally like is the folk guitar. The advantages and benefits of this kind of guitar are..."
Fang Jing didn't talk much about technical knowledge, it was just about hard practice. He was more about teaching guitar structure and guitar culture, as well as the origin of each string.
There is a saying that goes well, a good racing driver must also be a good car mechanic. If you want to control something, you have to understand it.
Fang Jing spoke for more than an hour. Gong Yu listened very carefully and asked questions from time to time, which helped her gain a lot.
Only Jia Chun sat on a pincushion, sometimes sighing and sometimes looking up at the birds. He finally took the opportunity to excuse himself to buy water, and then did not come back for a long time.
"Fang Jing, do you think there are elegance and vulgarity in music?" Gong Yu suddenly asked.
After pondering for a few seconds, Fang Jing said firmly: "No! Music was first produced in the countryside, before the pre-Qin Dynasty, when hardworking people sang chants to each other while doing farm work.
During the Tang and Song Dynasties, the custom of singing lyrics also started from the street hooks. However, in recent decades, the impact of foreign cultures has been too great. Some people worship foreigners and think that the piano, violin, and erhu and Lusheng are too good."