Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 392 93. Eat my ass, his way of art
Li An never thought of being the boss. He couldn't worry about his own size, so he worried about others?
He didn't think he had the responsibility to steer a group of people.

but.

If there are one or two little brothers who agree with him and are willing to support him, he is also willing to accept it and provide some help to the other party within his ability.

In the past, he didn't have strict standards for "accepting younger brothers", but now he has, at least it can't be Fang Zheng.
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Fangzheng: "Ask a question."

Ang Lee: "Stop."

Then Qin Yong's voice came, "Teacher Fangzheng, if you have any good questions, you might as well tell them and let us listen."

Fangzheng turned his head and said seriously: "Principal Qin, at the regular meeting the day before yesterday, you said that teachers would also take part in the professional skills test at the same time as the student monthly exam next month. We can better cooperate and focus on the cultivation of students in the future, so after our non-piano major teachers determine the assessment repertoire, they can freely choose the steel partner teacher to complete the afternoon assessment performance together."

"Is there something wrong with my understanding?"

Qin Yong: "No problem."

Fangzheng: "Is Teacher Li An also on the list of choices?"

Qin Yong: "Of course."

Fangzheng: "My question is, when will Mr. Li An spare a little time to play the piano for me, and I am willing to pay according to the market price."

Qin Yongle: "You don't need to pay, you are all colleagues, just watch our teacher Li's time."

Speaking of which, Qin Yong looked at Li An, "Teacher Li."

Ang Li: "I don't have time in the near future, Master Fang can find someone else."

Fangzheng: "Please call me master again in ten years. Okay, I don't want to find someone else for the time being. I can wait."

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng stopped chewing, picked up the juice as if nothing happened, took a sip, and extended a thumbs up to Fu Tianming in admiration.

But the atmosphere was still frozen for a while.

Qin Yong didn't know what happened just now, Fangzheng really spoke in this tone, what's wrong with Li An, just nodded and dealt with it, wouldn't it be over, and playing a steel accompaniment would only take a few minutes.

He looked back at Fangzheng again, and said something, and he had been with Fangzheng for more than a week. He had been floating in the society for so many years, and he had never seen this one, as if the other party was a type of person who was outside the social crowd. .

But overall, he gave Fangzheng a good evaluation. He is an absolutely normal adult with strong business ability, an astonishing amount of music knowledge, and good observation, but the occasional questions and out-of-key speeches often make people laugh, and at the same time Puzzling him.

He could see that the other party's inconspicuousness was not to cooperate with the creation of a certain atmosphere or the self-protection disguise of adults in the workplace, but to be serious.

Just like just now, he didn't understand why Fangzheng wanted Li An to play the steel partner. Since he wanted to wait for Li An, he insisted on adding "temporarily."

In order to bring the atmosphere back, and to give the two of them a chance, he smiled and asked Fang Zheng, "Mr. Fang, why do you have to find Mr. Li?"

Fangzheng: "Because Mr. Li An is currently, in my mind, the second best art director in the world."

Look, this is not out of tune anymore, isn't this just nonsense, Qin Yong wanted to laugh: "You have stayed abroad, you should know what art direction is."

Fangzheng: "Of course, as an art director, the requirements for piano majors are not lower than those for piano performances, and while taking piano into account, art directors also need to understand vocal and instrumental music works, and have the utmost attention to the emotion, integrity, and processing methods of the works. strong comprehension."

Fu Tianming couldn't help it either: "Then who is number one in your mind?"

Fangzheng's eyes suddenly flickered: "Karl Heinz Normandy."

Wen Xiao couldn't help it anymore, and looked at Qin Yong: "Who is this?"

Hearing Fangzheng spit out this name, Qin Yong, as a conductor, had to stand in awe. He laughed for a moment and said, "This is one of the few living fossils in the classical music circle. Let's put it this way, you can be called famous now." The conductor who sees him has to bow ninety degrees and call him a teacher."

So Qin Yong didn't understand what Li An He De could do. I'm sorry, he really didn't want to say that, but given Fang Zheng's own quality and artistic attainments, how could he compare Karl Heinz Normandy and Li An front and back? .

After listening to Qin Yong's introduction, everyone looked at Li An again.

It was also the first time for Li An to hear the name of this old Carl, but he understood Qin Yong's introduction. What he couldn't laugh or cry was not Fang Zheng's rambling words, but Fang Zheng's eyes that revealed a kind of expression that he didn't want to admit Undeniable sincerity.

He felt that the other party really thought so, why?

Li An swore that he met Fang Zheng for the first time in the morning a week ago, and he had never had any contact with this person before, but Fang Zheng gave him the feeling that the two should have had such a past.

"Teacher Fang, have we met before?"

Fangzheng: "I haven't seen it."

moment.

Li Ang: "You, have you followed me?"

Fangzheng: "Yes."

Several people suddenly became more interested in the conversation between the two.

Fangzheng continued unhurriedly, "You haven't updated the video for fifteen days."

Li Anxin said that sure enough, she and Chen Xuan didn't record anything after Mother's Day, "Then you are?"

Fangzheng seemed very pleased with Li Ang's unexpected expression at the moment, and frowned: "At [-]:[-] last night, Tchaikovsky called you inhuman again in the comments. I fight back every day, but it may be a bit busy these two days, and it's not like before. Reply me."

"Fuck me!" Li An blurted out, and when he heard the daily counterattack, he suddenly understood
Fangzheng cupped his fists: "It's right here."

Li An's eyes changed, he said in his heart that the world is really a circle, and muttered "I'll go."

"It's actually you," he laughed for a while, "You knew it was me from the first day?"

Fangzheng: "Of course, I have seen your Red Chamber concert."

Li Ang: "Then why didn't you tell me, I just said that you are so strange. You observed me in various ways on the first day we met. I thought you might have an unusual orientation."

Qin Yong:.
Fangzheng: "I like to keep a little bit of mystery. You know, this is one of the few joys in my life. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you."

The more people listen, the more confused they become

moment.

Li An said sincerely: "Thank you."

Fangzheng was astonished and waved his hands quickly.

"It's not that you two want to wait," Fu Tianming couldn't hold back anymore, "I just want to know if you two knew each other before!?"
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If it is said that Ang Lee only has two real fans at station B, they are undoubtedly "Tchaikovsky" and "Eat my ass", and Brother Tao can't be ranked.

If Li An could only choose one real fan among the two, he would choose to eat my ass.

Tchaikovsky is Wu Fusheng, with the same name on WeChat.

In the small world of Ang Lee’s station B, before Eat My Ass appeared, Tchaikovsky likes to post phishing posts under his videos. pink.

Until one day, an ID called Eat My Ass appeared, Tchaikovsky met his opponent, and experienced the first fishing failure, a fiasco.

The incident happened because Tchaikovsky once again "picked" at the bottom of a video of Ang Lee's scales, and he also paid attention to Ang Lee's "Eating My Fart". This time he couldn't bear it and decided to take action.

So the two started a week-long verbal battle with words. In the end, Tchaikovsky chose to admit defeat when he argued about Arezzo's solfa system.

Back in real life, Wu Fusheng really didn’t want to bother the professors in their school anymore. At first he didn’t take it seriously, he opened up the information about eating my ass, isn’t he just a typical nerd, all he pays attention to are toys, games and paper figures , nothing related to classical music at all.

But who would have thought that the questions and opinions raised by the other party later have completely risen to the scope of professional music history discussions, but his major is piano performance.

So for a period of time after that, whenever Eat My Ass appeared, Wu Fusheng would stay away and resolutely ignore this piece of brown candy.

But Wu Fusheng didn't want to admit defeat. How could he just admit defeat, the winner of the grand prize of the Xinhai Cup Open, so he was also waiting for a loophole in his speech that would eat my ass.

However, taking a fart from me seems to be aimed at him. If others say that Li An is not good, it is unreasonable to take a fart from me. No matter what the basis is, just spray it, and you are not polite at all.

As soon as he speaks, eat my ass and become a scholar in seconds behind him.

Wu Fusheng even complained to Li An once, whether you are a fan of your brains or not.

Li An only smiled at that time, and said that everyone went online to have fun, but in his heart, he still felt quite grateful to this stranger who had always defended him.

In comparison, Wu Fusheng's maintenance of him is more like mutual help between real friends.

Ang Lee continued to answer questions for everyone, "Tchaikovsky is a friend of mine in reality."

As he spoke, he looked at Fangzheng, "He admires your research on music history."

Fangzheng: "No, he is better than me. In those few days, I checked the information every day and bought a set of genuine books that I was reluctant to buy before. I have to thank him. In addition, the reading experience of the genuine books is very good. I recommend it to everyone. Haishi Music Publishing House."

"The fate of you two," Fu Tianming couldn't help but clicked his lips after hearing this, "I have to write down this material."

The doubts in Qin Yong's heart were cleared up at this moment, and he lamented how small the world is, "Don't you two touch each other?"

Fangzheng didn't drink, picked up the drink, "Respect, please give me more advice in the future."

Li An picked up the wine and said with a smile that it was yours, "Mr. Fang, welcome to the eighth floor of Yudong. We will be friends from now on."

Even more friends, these five words are a bit heavy for Fangzheng, if he is not allergic to alcohol, he will immediately replace the juice in his hand with beer.

While he was hesitating, Li An's wine bottle had already been stretched out.

Fangzheng was obviously not used to this kind of scene, he was a little cautious when he held the glass and touched Li An, and then he raised his head and drank the whole glass of juice.

With the disclosure of a wonderful little fate, the atmosphere on the bar became more harmonious.

Everyone continued to chat, and Qin Yong told many interesting stories about conducting rehearsals in Augsburg in 17.

Li An listened and told stories, while chatting with Fang Zheng about some Internet stories that only the two of them knew.

It was almost ten o'clock, and Li An was about to go back, "Go ahead, I have to leave first."

Wen Xiao: "Call Chen Xuan over, anyway, tomorrow is the weekend for you guys."

Li Ang: "Next time next time, I'm tired today too."

As he spoke, he looked at Fangzheng, "Teacher Fang, send me the score later, I'll familiarize myself with it first."

Fangzheng thanked: "Don't worry, wait until you have time to talk about it, I know you have two competitions to judge in the next job, a wedding to attend, and countless classes to attend."

". Who did you listen to?"

Li An had the feeling of being watched again. He looked at Qin Yong, who spread his hands, "I don't even know how many classes you have to attend now."

Fangzheng: "Zhao Weida told me this afternoon in class."

Zhao Weida, Li An's first piano art candidate in the Lantian Art Examination Department, minored in vocal music, and his vocal teacher was Fang Zheng.

Li Ang: "Who did he listen to?"

Fangzheng: "According to my guess, it should be Teacher Wang Panpan."

While talking, Fangzheng sneaked a glance at Qin Yong. He knew that Wang Panpan was Qin Yong's cousin.

Seeing this, Qin Yong said, "What's going on."

Fangzheng: "In the past two days, many students in the dormitory said that Teacher Wang Panpan would tell everyone some gossip before get out of class, and after the welcome concert the day before yesterday, several female students discussed in private, him."

Fangzheng pointed to Li An, paused, "The relationship between those female students and Teacher Wang Panpan is very good. I have noticed that they eat together in the classroom at noon for three consecutive days."

Qin Yong didn't want to touch his helpless decision to have this effect, "Thanks for your hard work, Teacher Fang. Next, you continue to pay close attention to various trends in the campus, and report to me or Teacher Tao at any time if there is any situation."

Fangzheng nodded: "Understood!"

Seeing Fangzheng's correct attitude, Qin Yong thought for a while and added, "Pay attention to the method."

The so-called contracted professional teachers, including Li An and Chen Xuan, actually only show up during class, and they don't usually sit in class, so no matter the front desk or the office, they still need some manpower to maintain the normal operation of the eighth floor.

No, Taozi came to the eighth floor to be in charge of teaching management. This is the most important thing. A considerable number of people are needed. Professor Ma also sent a teacher to take part in music theory and teaching affairs. Work is also very important.

With the teachers in charge, the management of the school affairs, and the headmaster Qin Yong, a team is almost set up, but there is still a lack of a class teacher.

Responsible for checking dormitories, managing management discipline, and coordinating the work of several people.

Originally, Qin Yong planned to let Wang Panpan take up this position, but Wang Panpan was unwilling, worried that there would be too many people in the future and he would not be able to manage it.

So Qin Yong communicated with several professional teachers again, hoping to find someone from here to be the head teacher. He thought that the professional teachers were already familiar with the students, and it would save some trouble to manage them, but after a round of communication, only Fangzheng is willing alone.

But if another teacher was willing, he would not have given the job to Fang Zheng.

Wearing a tuxedo when you come to work on the first day, just this, it's hard to feel at ease.

But I didn't expect that the newly appointed head teacher was quite responsible. In just a few days, he had figured out what happened on the eighth floor, and the analysis was well-founded.

Seeing Qin Yong frowning and not gnawing, Li An thought that the other party was angry with Wang Panpan, so he spoke up to help Wang Panpan explain: "Panpan is not much different from them in age, and I like to talk, come back and ask Chen Xuan to tell her Tell her to keep a distance from the students."

Qin Yong waved his hand, "Let me tell her, are you really not going to pass tomorrow?"

Li An: "I won't go, I want to take a good rest."

Qin Yong: "Aren't you going to hit the head at the pre-match meeting the day after tomorrow?"

Li An: "Sister Huang can just go, I won't get involved."

After finishing speaking, he waved to everyone, picked up the wine in his glass, drank it, turned and left.

The topic of Qin Yong and Fu Tianming also came to today's business.

Fangzheng was not interested in issues like advertisements. Fortunately, Wen Xiao made him another drink so that he would not be empty-handed.

Otherwise, he would just be tormented sitting here.

Social is the shortest part of his skill tree.

He came today for the same purpose as the last time we went to dinner together, to learn more about what kind of person Li An is in life.

His mentor once told him that the real art is hidden in our lives.

He didn't believe it before, but after seeing the Red Chamber concert, he believed it.

So this time when he received a call and heard that the place of work was the newly established Art Examination Department of Lantian Elegant Art, he immediately agreed.

He knew that this was Ang Lee's base camp.
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But no one knew that on the morning of April 4, Fangzheng's second day of employment, he was conquered for the third time after listening to Ang Lee playing Mozart's accompaniment to Chen Xuan on the stage at the entrance of the concert hall on the eighth floor.

The last time he was conquered by Ang Lee was at the Red Chamber concert.

The first time he was conquered by Ang Lee was at the No.18 Xinghai Cup Open Group match last year.

He saw a little man who had the same dreams as him, who came from the bottom of the art circle, overcame obstacles all the way to the final stage of the national competition, struggling until the last moment and refused to give up.

He saw Ang Lee standing up calmly after the performance, stepped forward to hug the conductor who made a mistake, and pulled the conductor together to turn around and take a bow off the stage. At that moment, Ang Lee smiled on the stage, but he cried off the stage.

At that moment, the brilliance of humanity that bloomed from Ang Lee is the way of art that he has always pursued and defended.

After the game, he continued to pay attention to Li An on the Internet, and then followed the clues to find the B station number of "Eighty Thousand Don't Love to Practice Piano".

He couldn't stand it for a second when someone said that Ang Lee played nonsense, especially that guy named Tchaikovsky, he hated yin and yang people.

Although he could tell that he was Li An's realistic friend.

He is very happy tonight because he is also Ang Lee's friend.
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On the way home, Li An remembered Fangzheng's analysis just now, gave up the idea of ​​buying fried skewers, got off the car one stop earlier and went to the porridge shop.

"You haven't come back yet."

"Soon, buy a bowl of porridge and go back."

"How do you know I want porridge."

"Of course I know."

"Come back soon, wait for you, wait for you, wait for you, wait for you."

After the day of April 4, Chen Xuan has indeed become more clingy.

(End of this chapter)