A tall, thin man wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves took a step from the front of the line.
Although his voice was cold and low, it immediately interrupted everyone's discussion about Fan Ning.
This is Merich, the leader of a grade group in the Conservatory of Music, majoring in piano.
The Conservatory of Music divides students into three major groups:
The first group is the general majors with a relatively large number of students such as piano, voice, and string music.
The second group is Wind Instruments and Percussion Instruments, each with a small number of people but many categories: flute, clarinet, oboe, bassoon, French horn, tuba, trumpet, trombone, timpani, and triangles.
The first two groups are performance majors, while the third group includes musicology, composition, conducting, arts management, etc.
Ram Cecil, who had met Fan Ning, was the leader of the third grade group and a leader in the composition department.
The leader of the group, Merich, is recognized as a piano genius by the college and has made great achievements in the field of composition. He premiered his own "Piano Concerto No. 1" at the New Year's Concert in his sophomore year, although it was only a childish one.
student style, but people who can do this are rare in ten years.
"Why don't you just sign up for a large-scale production? Why are you so rude? Are there fewer people coming to try your luck every year?"
Meric looked around at everyone coldly.
"The professors will be here soon, please observe your gentleman and lady etiquette."
The prestige of the piano genius' group leader was very useful, and the crowd was temporarily quiet.
"Carolen Fan Ning, do you also want to write a large-scale orchestral piece?" A mellow and gentle voice suddenly came from behind Fan Ning.
"Hello, Dean!"
"Hello Professor Gould!"
"Dean, you came here early."
Everyone, including Fan Ning, saluted.
The short old man in front of him is none other than Belen Gould, the director of the Conservatory of Music of St. Lenia. He has shiny black hair, is energetic, has bright eyes, and often smiles.
"Yes, Dean, I want to write a symphony when I graduate." Fan Ning replied.
"Huh? Did I hear you right?" Cecil seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "You also want to write a symphony?"
"You want to write a symphony at such a young age? Does he know how difficult it is? It starts with four movements, at least more than 40 minutes in length, and requires familiarity with the functions and characteristics of all instruments. Does he think he has the talent of Master Gilles?
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"Even if you have this talent, you will lose your skills if you follow Professor Conor, right?"
Even though the dean was present, the whispers behind him could be heard again.
Gould raised his hand to stop the discussion, and then said to Fan Ning: "The symphony is not that simple, but I am looking forward to seeing your performance in the improvisation later."
"Thank you." Fan Ning bowed.
"Soon, I will be able to confirm that mysterious text message again." He thought to himself.
"And you will eventually understand that Professor Anton Konard is a great master composer."
The registration queue soon reached Fan Ning. He picked up the top one among the stacked envelopes. The outside was gray-black and felt delicate and thick, with the number 6 written in light-colored fonts. The disassembly opening was sealed with white wax.
Write your name and information on the registration form, then walk off the stage and find your seat.
"Caron, here, here!"
Under the dim light of the auditorium where the lights were not fully turned on, a boy with curly hair on his head, wearing a cotton shirt and a new dark vest in the back row leaned out half of his body.
Fan Ning forced out a smile, a small but sincere smile: "Calvin, it's quite early for you to come."
"Fortunately, I got in line early." Calvin raised the white envelope in his hand, "You are too daring to play. I write a piano sketch without any hope of being selected. You write a symphony... I
Damn it, just thinking about what it would be like if I went on stage to improvise, my hands start to tremble..."
This was Fan Ning's roommate when he was in first and second grade. He majored in the same field and the two of them usually had a good relationship.
The University of San Lenia has long implemented a compulsory boarding system, with simple accommodation conditions and advocating the cultivation of diligent and simple gentleman character. This system was optimized ten years ago and is limited to boarding for the first two years. It was also reformed
Smooth access to school for women.
After Fan Ning sat down next to him, Calvin lowered his voice again: "By the way, I heard about Professor Anton Konar."
"There are already many people who know about it. I think the obituary will be released early tomorrow morning." Fan Ning's voice was very calm.
"I deeply regret and feel sad." Calvin obviously knew the relationship between Fan Ning and Professor Anton. "Even if you are not a music major, most of them have studied his "General History of Music in the Western Continent" and "Introduction to the Evolution of Performance Styles"
"Introduction to the Evolution of Composition Techniques" and other courses, Professor Anton may seem to ordinary people to be old-fashioned and pedantic, but I admire his erudition and gentlemanly demeanor very much. I also want to go to the funeral to see him off for the last time."
"Thank you, Calvin." Fan Ning put his hat on his knee and steadied his cane, "Let me ask you, have you heard that something happened to some of your classmates?"
"Of course I know! There are two of them, right? I don't know about the other one, but Furkan Harvey is from the piano department of our college. It's terrible. Tell me, what kind of thing can you see that can force you to go against your physiological structure?
into the piano? Or is there some indescribable external force?"
When this happened, Calvin was obviously frightened.
"Are they two people?" Fan Ning asked again.
"It's two of them, they're both classmates from the same school. If there are other people involved in such a big matter, even if we don't know the details, we can't completely avoid rumors."
Fan Ning secretly wondered: "Then what happened to the two human silhouettes I saw on the stage when I first traveled through time? Could it be that they were not dead people, or at least not the two classmates I communicated with after class?
?”
If this possibility exists, his psychological burden will at least be lighter.
"To be precise, there are three. Oh, and there is Teacher Anton." Seeing that Fan Ning remained silent, Calvin added.
"By the way, Carol, there seem to be rumors that their deaths are somehow related. Don't you often discuss music with Teacher Anton? You have to be careful lately."
Then he looked at Fan Ning with a worried look.
Fan Ning sighed and wanted to talk about something else: "This cane of yours looks valuable. What have you been busy with for more than a month?"
"I found a part-time job." Calvin was heartless and couldn't answer anything.
"Oh? Where? How is the treatment?"
"It's incredible. It's four days a week, easy work, and only 3-4 hours a day. I can now get a weekly salary of about 5 pounds. If I perform well in the future, it may even exceed 4 pounds 5 pounds."
"Working part-time as a student is enough to ensure the quality of my daily life and even maintain decent social expenses. Hey, but the specific content is confidential. I have signed an agreement with my employer." When he said this, he looked mysterious again.
Hearing this description, Fan Ning looked strange.
Brother, you didn’t think it through and then engaged in a certain type of career that said, “I don’t want to struggle anymore,” right?
At this moment, all the gas lamps on the walls around the auditorium were turned on, and three sets of chandeliers on the ceiling were lit up - the latter used the latest electric lighting technology, with hundreds of complex crystal arrays complementing each other, making the originally dim
The hall presents a magnificent effect.
The focus of Fan Ning's eyes fell on the nine-foot black Boethius piano in the center of the stage light.
It is truly a behemoth that makes people unable to take their eyes away, violent yet elegant, profound yet aggressive...
so gorgeous.
Just like the Steinway piano on Blue Star.
Regardless of past life or present life, they are the physical products that Fan Ning is most obsessed with.
His fingertips ran across the black envelope containing the test questions, and he had already begun to daydream about the test questions he would perform during the improvisation later, and what would pop up on his own.