Now that the pedestrian street has been fully completed, it has quickly become a well-known hotspot in Shanghai.
Not only nearby residents, but also many people come here for leisure and entertainment.
Especially this musical fountain square is the most popular among the people.
In such a hot summer, you can use the fountain to cool off and enjoy music. It is really a very advanced design in this era.
Wanba has played a leading role, giving full play to its own advantages, turning the pedestrian street into an ocean of music.
Along the pedestrian street, you can see people playing music everywhere.
There are gray-haired old people and young people in their prime, groups of three to five, and groups of six or seven, each occupying a space and playing their own music.
Passers-by walked back and forth leisurely. Occasionally they would stop when they heard the music they liked, and they did not hesitate to applaud.
"Wow, it's really interesting here."
Li Qingjue was already intoxicated and couldn't wait to blend in here.
When Xiao Qian proposed the idea, she thought it was a bit fanciful. After all, she had seen the qualities of many people with her own eyes.
Such an open and free environment may be destroyed before long.
But what she didn't know was that although people's qualities can be divided into good and bad, they can also be affected by the environment.
On the clean and spotless streets, no matter how slovenly they are, they will not throw away garbage at will. The strange looks from the people around them are unbearable.
Cultural Pedestrian Street is such a place.
A clean environment and beautiful music can really cultivate people's sentiments. People who come here have been affected unknowingly and have gradually become the defenders of this place.
"Look, aren't those Wu Jiayi and Kuang Yiming?"
Li Qingjue noticed something and ran over quickly.
Xiao Qian hurriedly followed, and when she got close, she turned out to be her classmates in the class.
Wu Jiayi is here, Kuang Yiming is here, and there are several boys and girls who are not familiar with them. Even if they are not from class three of the first year, they should be from the class next door.
At this time, these young people were playing with musical instruments, several of them lined up in a row, with a very professional attitude.
"Why are you here?"
Wu Jiayi was so busy that she was sweating profusely, but she looked happy and enjoyed the atmosphere here.
The other students were busy peeking at Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue curiously. The male students mostly peeked at Li Qingjue, while the female students mainly paid attention to Xiao Qian.
This pair is a popular figure in the school, everyone knows about them, but they rarely appear in school, they are like gods.
Shangyin Affiliated High School has always been a mecca for music in Shanghai. The students who can enter here are all talented in the field of music.
Originally, everyone was still very unconvinced by the reputation of Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue. They just felt that they did not get a chance, otherwise, they would definitely not be worse than these two people.
But today, after meeting these two immortals, everyone realized that there really are no deceitful people under their fame.
Watching her classmates skillfully arrange their musical instruments, Xiao Qian discovered something.
"Do you come here often?"
Wu Jiayi is also very satisfied with the hands-on ability of herself and others.
"Yes. After I came here last time, I told everyone about the situation here after I went back. I heard that you can practice musical instruments here for very little money, and everyone is very motivated. Now we have it every weekend
Come here, everyone’s musical instrument level improves very quickly.”
Others also nodded in thanks.
Everyone knows that if Xiao Qian had not created this cultural pedestrian street, everyone would never have the opportunity to practice musical instruments like this.
Even their parents, who were worried, came to check it out and fell in love with it.
Xiao Qian and Li Qing definitely did not take credit, fearing that their classmates would be burdened by it.
"What are you going to perform?"
At this time, many people had gathered in this area, and they were all watching the young people busy pointing and pointing.
After so many days, the people who came here have become accustomed to the performance.
No one thought that the song and dance performance that should have appeared on the stage would appear on the roadside.
Maybe you can enjoy the performance without spending money, which is still very popular for Chinese people who are not rich at this time.
It can be seen that this is not the first time for Wu Jiayi and others to come here, and they have already adapted to the attention of others.
"Just play casually. With our current level, we can't play too many songs."
The education in music schools is like this. It places great emphasis on students' basic skills and cognitive abilities. Therefore, when it comes to theoretical knowledge and basic skills, these students are very strong. However, in terms of exposure, they are seriously lacking.
"Xiao Qian, Li Qingjue, do you want to give it a try?"
Wu Jiayi was careful and sent an invitation to the two of them.
Although they don't have much repertoire to perform, Xiao Qian and Li Qing definitely do. If they were to take the lead, wouldn't it take off on the spot?
Unfortunately, the young man's thoughts could not be hidden from Xiao Qian's eyes.
He smiled and shook his head.
"What you lack most is the opportunity to practice. Now that you have it, why don't you cherish it?"
Wu Jiayi stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, too shy to say anything.
Really, you are obviously the squad leader.
Why are you being trained like a child?
But what Xiao Qian said is right. What they lack most is the opportunity to exercise.
"Okay, let's get started. You two help us find our mistakes. The teacher said you two are even better than him."
Wu Jiayi and others took their seats, and the song they chose to perform was still "Fly, Boy".
I don’t know why these people like this song so much,
But after all, it is their own song. Some people like it, and Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue are also very happy.
The two stood side by side, watching everyone's performance intently.
This time there was no one singing, it was just a purely musical performance. But the song was so popular that all the passers-by knew it.
After listening for a while, before Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue could speak, someone became impatient.
"These kids are not good. They are worse than the ones yesterday."
"It's because I'm young that the music is a little less interesting."
Passers-by were not polite when speaking, and the noisy voices came one after another, which also reached the ears of Wu Jiayi and others. Being criticized was too irritating to the young people, and some of them immediately lost their composure, causing the performance to break.
There are more errors.
Xiao Qian frowned, not expecting the passers-by to be so disrespectful.
They are still just children, isn't that how they should be when they are young and immature?
But the performance was still going on, and he couldn't say anything. At the same time, he was also very curious, who were the "those from yesterday" that passers-by were talking about?
Just as he was thinking about it, a shout suddenly came from the periphery of the crowd.
"Hey, those awesome little guys from yesterday are here."
Good guy, Xiao Qian only blinked, and the crowd suddenly shrunk by two-thirds.
Seeing the flow of people running to the opposite side, Wu Jiayi and others became even more panicked. Finally, after a "clang" noise, the entire performance was completely stopped.
Woo woo woo...
Some people cried out of frustration.
"Okay, it's not a big deal. It's just a few criticisms from the audience. When you step on the real stage in the future, you will understand what is the most terrifying."
Li Qingjue had a cold face and a soft heart, and quickly comforted him.
She now works as a producer and has been exposed to the actual conditions of many singers, and has long understood the hardships of the entertainment industry.
As expected, these words had some effect, making the crying classmates look up in shock, feeling very shocked.
This is already terrible, is there anything more terrible in the future?
Seeing that the performance here could not go on, Xiao Qian couldn't help but be curious about the other side. He didn't even greet Li Qingjue, so he strolled over alone.
After bypassing the crowd, I found that there were more people in this stall.
There are all kinds of instruments, there must be seven or eight. And the instruments are more complete and newer. At first glance, it seems that they are not rented from the store here, but brought here by myself.
No wonder passers-by say their performance is good, they are probably professionals.
Looking at this group of people again, they are not very young. They are around seventeen or eighty years old. There are men and women. Without exception, the men are handsome and attractive, and the women are as beautiful as flowers.
If you were to walk down the street, this would definitely turn heads.
Xiao Qian paid close attention to observation and discovered something different.
That is, compared to the plain attire of most people, the clothes of these boys and girls are very fashionable. Their high taste shows that they are obviously involved in fashion.
This is strange, since when did the Magic City have such a powerful group?
He originally wanted to take a look, but the crowd was annoying. Some people who knew him actually spoke out.
"Hey, you're not from across the street, why are you here? Are you here to steal some lessons?"
Oh, now Xiao Qian became the center of attention, and everyone looked at him.
The group of boys and girls who were busy adjusting their instruments also saw it, and they exploded on the spot.
A group of people all rushed towards him with such ferocity that it really frightened Xiao Qian.
No, so irritable?
Afraid of being beaten, Xiao Qian shouted.
When he goes out, he is accompanied by bodyguards. If a fight really breaks out, these powerful insiders really have nothing to fear.
However, the voices of the group of people who rushed over were louder than him, as loud as thunder.
