Chapter 372: Nightingale

"Principal, what do you want with me?" Although Miss Luo Quan had basically guessed it, she still had to ask like this.

The competition wouldn't start for a while, but all the big shots had already arrived.

This competition has so much social attention, and many big media reporters have come; after the competition ends, it won't be long before it hits the trending topics.

Besides that, many seniors in the music circle living in Beijing also came this time, wanting to see these music talents from Shangyi.

With so many big shots coming, the principals naturally led their most proud students to introduce them, so that it would be convenient for them to have someone to help speak for them if they encounter anything after graduation.

Of course, this kind of treatment is basically only enjoyed by the most outstanding student in the school every month, and the one enjoying this treatment at Shangyi is undoubtedly Miss Luo Quan.

"Let me introduce you to these seniors in our Chinese music circle." Principal Li had a proud smile on his face, letting Miss Luo Quan stand in front of the white-haired old musicians.

"This is Fang Jun, Vice President of the Chinese Musicians Association, and also serves as an honorary professor of national music at the Central Conservatory of Music." Principal Li introduced her to an old lady with silver hair.

"Hello, President Fang." Miss Luo Quan bowed and saluted, holding the posture of a junior very well.

"Truly, each generation of talents emerges from the country; I have heard your works, and you are worthy of the word 'genius'!" President Fang looked at Miss Luo Quan, her eyes full of gratified love for talent.

Those who can communicate here have basically been called geniuses; with the development of the internet, the media likes to use exaggerated headlines to attract attention, and the frequency of "genius" has appeared more and more frequently.

So much so that now, wherever a genius appears, everyone is no longer surprised, as if "genius" has become an ordinary adjective, sometimes not even considered a compliment.

However, today, Miss Luo Quan stands here, not targeting the young people present, but the word "genius" is indeed only something she can afford.

A "Canon," a "Für Elise," made Western media exclaim that this is the Mozart of the East; for Western media that has always discriminated against China, this is simply a huge change that is unimaginable.

This also better reflects how indisputably amazing Miss Luo Quan's talent is.

"President Fang, you are overpraising me; there are still many places where I need to learn and improve." Miss Luo Quan was humble as usual, and at the same time, she glanced at the people around her.

Young people, middle-aged people, old people, their expressions were all different.

The middle-aged people were leaders and professors from the two music conservatories in Beijing; their eyes looking at Miss Luo Quan were very friendly, but they were full of jealousy when looking at Principal Li, who was laughing loudly.

As for the young people, they were in another state; each of them looked at Miss Luo Quan, and although their expressions were indifferent, their eyes revealed pride and the eagerness to compete with her.

Young people, in front of their elders, always want to compete with peers who are equally excellent; they have also been praised as geniuses countless times before, and it is normal to have a competitive psychology.

"Come, let me introduce you to Principal Wu of the Central Conservatory of Music; he is a big shot in our Chinese piano circle, and he was also a celebrity who has been to the Vienna Golden Hall." Principal Li was introducing her, but it sounded a bit strange.

"Why mention these trivial honors?" Dean Wu laughed and didn't flare up with grace, just letting Principal Li stop.

"Hello, Dean Wu." Miss Luo Quan bowed and saluted; China is a society of human feelings, emphasizing etiquette, and here are all senior big shots; it is estimated that she will have to bow once for every introduction today.

But the good thing compared to Japan is that China doesn't need to bend so deeply, so there is no need to worry about getting a lumbar disc herniation.

Principal Wu laughed loudly: "No need to be so polite; you are now a rising music star in our China.

Unfortunately, if you were admitted to our Central Conservatory of Music, you would definitely be able to get better teaching and publicity."

Before Miss Luo Quan could respond, Principal Li was unhappy first: "Why, Old Wu, what you said means our Shangyi is not good."

Principal Wu waved his hand quickly: "I didn't say that; I just think that there are many music seniors living in Beijing after all, and it is convenient to ask for advice if you encounter any problems in music."

Principal Li smiled without a smile.

"There are also many seniors in Shanghai, so there is no need for Dean Wu to worry so much."

Since it has reached this point, it must not be argued anymore; if Dean Wu says more, it is equivalent to saying that the seniors living in Shanghai are not as good as those in Beijing.

Although it is likely to be a fact, it cannot be said in public even if it is true.

The atmosphere at the beginning was a bit tense, but fortunately, the competition in the Chinese music circle is not as fierce as in Europe and America; everyone often sees each other when participating in literary and artistic performances, variety shows, etc.

Several deans and principals may choke a few words because of their own schools, but after everyone started the conversation, the relationship immediately eased a lot.

As the center of this discussion, Miss Luo Quan was naturally asked many questions by these old seniors.

Mainly asking her about some views on Chinese music and Western music; Miss Luo Quan herself has almost no insights on these, but she can't help but have the knowledge of a whole world in her brain, so she just needs to choose some answers that fit her age and have some unique points and read them out.

In fact, what views can there be? The current environment is like this, and it is almost impossible to change in a short time; we can only wait for geniuses to emerge one after another to lead the era and change the status quo.

As the first genius in the true sense, Miss Luo Quan has now come out and set a good example, but relying on her alone is definitely not enough.

But fortunately, at least China has a genius like her, and there is hope.

Thinking that Miss Luo Quan is only nineteen years old, and still has huge room for improvement, and her future is limitless, the seniors couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, shouting that the future of Chinese music is promising.

However, they would soon be unable to laugh.

At six o'clock in the evening, the audience, judges, and other guests had long been waiting, and the contestants had also put on their makeup.

As all the equipment in the background was debugged, amidst a grand piece of music, the CCTV host began to take the stage to deliver a speech.

This music competition was obviously held according to the standards of the Young Singer Competition, and the host invited was also the very popular male host Sa Beining in recent years; because he is deeply loved by the audience, everyone affectionately calls him "Little Sa."

After the speech, Little Sa also told a few harmless jokes like the programs he hosted before, enlivening the atmosphere at the scene, and then the competition officially began.

"Next, let's invite the first contestant to appear today, Fan Ying, and the program he brought is the rap song 'Social Person'!"

Little Sa, as a relatively young host, was quite familiar with these newly emerging things, and he hadn't dealt with rappers before, and they were all polite and civilized on the show, so he didn't feel anything wrong.

However, the big shots, principals, and professors on the judge's seat didn't think so.

Rap? When could rap things come to this kind of place?

This is the first thought in the hearts of most judges; of course, except for those from Shangyi.

"Can rap be considered music?" Principal Wu turned his head and asked Principal Li, looking at his expression, he really wanted to ask this question; after all, Principal Li had just returned from the United States and had drunk some foreign ink for a while.

Although Principal Li was embarrassed at this time, after all, it was his own student, so he could only bite the bullet and nod: "Of course it is, and it is a quite mainstream form of music in the West, with a low entry threshold, a certain artistic value, and can also be enjoyed with the people."

"Can this thing, which is similar to clapper talk, also be called music? If young people all learn this, how will Chinese music develop?" The one who asked the question was Dean Liu of the China Conservatory of Music, and he spoke with a heart-piercing remark.

Principal Li laughed: "Rap is merged into the pop department in our college, and there are not many people; how can it be as serious as you worry.

And I have also heard Fan Ying's song, the lyrics are really good, and the accompaniment also has a certain level, definitely not a vulgar and inferior work.

Moreover, the audience for each music type is different; you can't feel that it is something without any advantages just because rap has many audiences."

"Don't argue, listen to it first and then talk." Vice President Fang spoke to end everyone's discussion; the contestant Fan Ying had already gone on stage, and no matter what, evaluating the contestant's work after watching it is the respect that the judges should show.

It can be seen that Fan Ying's expression is a bit angry.

However, it is not because of the remarks of the judges under the stage, because he didn't hear them at all.

His expression is mainly for those who look down on rap on the internet; as a rapper, he has always wanted to make rap a good music that can be truly recognized by the public, hoping that one day hip-hop can become a mainstream music type in China like in Europe and America.

However, since hip-hop became popular, it has been despised and teased by the public, feeling that this thing is only a little better than those shouting mics.

Fan Ying has confronted these people countless times, but it is ultimately a drop in the bucket.

Fortunately, this time he boarded the CCTV stage, and he wants to use his music to break the secular view of hip-hop!

So he wants to keep his anger, turn it into strength, and dedicate the best hip-hop!

Bowing to all the audience, the explosive accompaniment sounded.

The music presented by Fan Ying this time is very different from two months ago; all the flaws in the previous places have been optimized and modified, and his own singing level has also made great progress, no worse than those senior rappers.

The lyrics he wrote were quite deep, combined with passionate performance and quite mature and high-completion accompaniment, presenting the audience with a work completely different from most rap music.

This, indeed, deserves to be called music.

After the song was sung, Fan Ying stood on the stage panting, and the judges under the stage had already changed their faces, and they also paid more attention to him.

The students behind also gave warm applause one after another.

Starting the scoring session, ten judges scored together, removed a highest score, removed a lowest score, took the average value, and Fan Ying finally scored 9.1.

A quite good score, Fan Ying finally showed a smile at this time.

No matter what the result is this time, he tried his best and is worthy of his identity as a rapper!

Principal Li laughed: "Look, I said this song is not bad; after all, not all hip-hop is trash, everything must be viewed dialectically."

The other few didn't answer, just looking at the next student performing on stage.

The competition continued, and the most outstanding music works from Shangyi took turns on stage, and each contestant took out all their skills, just to win glory for themselves and their alma mater.

Most of the works are of good quality, and there are also a few masterpieces that make people shine, but they lack the kind of shocking masterpieces.

Everyone knows what they are really waiting for today.

The competition proceeded step by step, and soon, the judges scored one by one, and soon came to the last one.

Miss Luo Quan is the finale of tonight's competition!

"Next, let's invite Miss Luo Quan, and the work she brought is the new age music 'Nightingale'."

Little Sa was obviously hearing about this form of music for the first time, appearing a bit confused.

Before Miss Luo Quan's performance, Vice President Fang also let her explain the concept of this new age music well.

Same as before, Miss Luo Quan repeated those things again.

However, theory is ultimately not as intuitive as practice; although the judges roughly understood what was going on, the concept was still not specific enough, and ultimately, it had to be clear after Miss Luo Quan's performance.

After explaining the theory, Miss Luo Quan's performance began.

This time her performance was very different from the previous contestants; the huge screen in the studio was divided into many small screens, and in each small screen was Miss Luo Quan wearing a school uniform, holding different instruments in her hands.

In the largest screen, Miss Luo Quan sat in front of the piano, smiling, her hands quietly placed on the keys.

And Miss Luo Quan herself on the stage was holding a flute.

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The flute was placed horizontally by her mouth, Miss Luo Quan took a light breath, and the crisp and pleasant flute sound came softly; the exquisite turning sound full of rhythm was like the low singing of a nightingale in the forest under the moon, easily bringing the listener into a fairy-tale-like wonderful world.

The flute sound gradually weakened, and the piano sound rose again; Miss Luo Quan in the big screen danced with both hands, and her entire body language also became a tool for her to express her music.

People and piano merged into one, together forming a pleasant picture, a pleasing music.

This is one of the elements of the new age music she mentioned, using performance full of beauty to infect the audience!

However, no matter how beautiful the piano is, the core of this piece is still the flute.

The piano sound is just an introduction; when Miss Luo Quan's flute sound rose again, Miss Luo Quan in the other small screens also started to move, and the violin was pulled slowly.

Several sounds merged, and everyone under the stage was shocked.

Such a style is clearly Chinese style, and it is a typical pentatonic scale!

No wonder it's called Nightingale; it is indeed a Chinese-style piece, and in terms of pleasantness and musicality, it is excellent!

The professors nodded one after another, exchanging opinions; the wait for the whole night was finally not in vain; this is the music that can really make people shocked.

However, the surprise is still behind; the first two minutes are ultimately the flute's personal show, although it is indeed ethereal and graceful like a nightingale, cute and playful, and full of Chinese beauty.

However, compared with the real Chinese-style music, it still feels a little bit worse.

That's right, it's that kind of magnificent feeling.

China has a vast territory and a long history, and most of the music is magnificent, and this Nightingale seems to be a bit small from the current point of view.

If it's only this level…………

Without waiting for the audience to question for too long, Miss Luo Quan quickly gave the most perfect response.

The music has now reached the calmest moment before the climax, and all Miss Luo Quan on the screen are quiet at this time.

Suddenly, a picture of her wearing a tailcoat conductor's suit appeared on the big screen, and she held the baton high, as if waiting for something.

The audience held their breath at this time and also started waiting.

The whole scene was silent.

Suddenly, the baton in Miss Luo Quan's hand fell sharply, and all the sounds rushed in like thousands of troops and horses, as if the silver bottle broke and the river rushed.

Flute sound, piano sound, cello, violin, and the harmony made by Miss Luo Quan's singing voice………………

The eighteen kinds of instruments recorded by Miss Luo Quan started together at this time; at this time, she alone is a symphony orchestra!

The whole studio resounded with magnificent music that seemed to be the sound of a prosperous age; I don't know how many listeners had their eyes moistened at this moment.

Such music has not appeared for a long, long time.

The music of the prosperous age did not last long; no matter how beautiful the piece is, there will eventually be an end.

All the brilliance experienced eventually needs to be repaid by loneliness.

At the end of the piece, only Miss Luo Quan on the stage was left gently playing the ethereal flute, as if in the deep forest under the moon, that nightingale that could not be seen was still calling softly……………… ===== CHAPTER 373 =====