Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 44 Professor Yangyin
Jiang Shengjun was a little embarrassed. He thought that many people would come out to greet him.

Jiang Shengjun: "This is wrong. Why are there only these few people?"

Fan Pingjiang, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, said: "It doesn't matter."

The car drove to the parking lot in front of the TV station, and several cameras rushed towards Mai Zishan.

Chief director Zhong Ke felt very helpless at this moment and shouted to the photographer: "Forget it, let's not shoot anymore."

Zhong Ke explained: "No one came down, why are we taking pictures?"

Dai Ze: "???"

Shi Meng: "???"

Yang Zheng: "???"

Are we not human?
Shi Meng muttered in a low voice: "If it weren't for the championship, why would I be so angry?"

Xingguang Ye's traffic was huge. Even in the sub-division, she could go from being unknown to millions of fans, so she refused to leave even as she scolded her.

This is thanks to Starlight Night’s special scoring mechanism.

It is different from the judges’ comments in the talent show.

The ranking of players depends on two aspects, one is Internet popularity and the other is professional reviews.

Starlight Night cooperates with the music professors of Yangyin, and the music experts in the academic field will comment. There is a program team stationed on the campus of Yangyin to film the process of music evaluation by the academic circles.

Therefore, the audience will not feel like they are watching a music talent show, but will feel like they are watching a music appreciation program.

The level of force immediately increased several times.

Shi Meng held the flower in her hand, which the program team had originally arranged for him to give to Mai Zishan. She had been playing games all day yesterday and had no idea when Mai Zishan came. Later she found out that this person had a fever after singing.

The reason she changed her mind and came down was because she wanted to see what kind of guy could sing until he had a fever?

The moment Mai Zishan got out of the car, Shi Meng unconsciously took a step forward.

Mai Zishan casually wore a long gray windbreaker, and his whole person had a pure and white feeling. A closer look showed that his face was not as tender and smooth as some young meat, but had a mature charm.

……

At the same time, the program team in Yangyin started today’s filming.

They took the songs that had received relatively good responses on the Internet this week and went to the professor's residence in the music department.

The students of Yangyin are beautiful on campus. From time to time, future superstars will walk by. Sometimes, when people from the program team are walking on campus, they will often forget their own work and turn to take pictures of the long and straight black people passing by. .

Later, the cameraman of the program team developed a skill. He could see the black distance with his eyes and the camera could stay still.

Gong Yingxin, the director of the Yangyin program group, wore a brown-green vest, rolled up a wad of newspapers in his hand, and led a group of people to the office of Teacher Zhang, who was cooperating with the program group.

At this moment, Zhang Tianhai has just finished a class on the intrinsic correlation between traditional country music and urban jazz.

In order to attend this class, he prepared the lesson very carefully, but the students were still drowsy.

Bang bang bang.

"Teacher Zhang, we are here."

Gong Yingxin's face was full of smiles.

Zhang Tianhai is a professor in the first echelon of music research in China, with a lot of talents all over the world.

Zhang Tianhai sighed and waved to them.

He was feeling depressed. He thought there would be some surprises if he collaborated with this program, but in the end, the original singer of this program just gave him a bunch of assembly-line pop songs to comment on.

He almost vomited when he commented.

Gong Yingxin entered the office with the cameraman behind him and handed Zhang Tianhai a USB flash drive. "We have many good programs this week, such as "Don't Go" by Dai Ze, "The Wind of the Night" by Ai Xian, and..."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to it myself." Zhang Tianhai interrupted him.

Gong Yingxin closed his mouth and motioned the camera to move forward to record Zhang Tianhai's comments later.

Zhang Tianhai listened patiently to two songs and almost bit off his tongue.

As a professor at one of the top music schools in the country, he is increasingly ignorant of the tastes of young people today.

He has the highest professional title in the school and the highest number of citations of his papers among all teachers.

At the same time, everyone in his class was the drowsiest.

He always warns his students: All current pop music originates from the classical romance of a century ago. If you listen to it, you will know. If you don’t understand jazz, how can you understand the peace and love that rap talks about? This is all from the same origin, why don’t you dig deeper?
But these are just playing the lute, and the students, without exception, go to the class where the teacher teaches pop music composition techniques.

He was the only one holding a pile of Bebop teaching materials that no one cared about.

He patiently listened to the first few songs introduced by this program group.

I reluctantly commented: "Well, the rhythm is very cheerful, and it has all the necessary elements."

"And the wind at night has a bit of a blues feel to it. The singer should have studied that aspect deeply."

Zhang Tianhai started to talk nonsense. The song he was listening to had nothing to do with blues, but for the sake of the show's effect, he wanted to add some professional terms to show the quality of the show.

"There's still something left. The USB drive contains songs from our divisions this week." Gong Yingxin continued to ask.

Zhang Tianhai sighed inwardly, it was too difficult to get the money.

Sometimes he blames himself. As the head of the music department of a top university, is he responsible for the current chaotic situation in the music industry?
Wouldn't it be okay if he could make the class more interesting?
Zhang Tianhai continued to listen patiently. There were many song titles in the folder on the USB flash drive.

It seems that lunch will be postponed to a later date.

Just listen to each song one by one.

Zhang Tianhai numbly pulled out one professional term after another from his knowledge reserve to meet the program team's requirements for the program to be up to date.

Three more songs to go.

Two more songs to go.

Zhang Tianhai is counting down to himself.

Gong Yingxin kept recording what he said. He could tell that Zhang Tianhai was talking nonsense, but the audience couldn't tell. Even the singers who wrote and sang the songs might not be able to tell the difference.

There was a singer from the competition area on Starlight Night, and he heard Zhang Tianhai compliment his songs as having a Latin jazz flavor.

He was so happy that he changed his Douyin account name to Latin Jazz overnight.

In fact, Zhang Tianhai was just talking nonsense. He couldn't boast, so he could only talk nonsense.

Zhang Tianhai was ridiculed by many colleagues because of this, saying that he would say anything just to get money.

Finally, came the last song.

"Once you"

Many songs have good names, but they can be deceiving.

Zhang Tianhai put on his headphones and started listening to the last song.

Gong Yingxin was lowering his head to take notes.

Suddenly he felt a breeze blowing by. When he raised his head, Zhang Tianhai, who was half lying down, sat upright, his eyes became bright.

And the song he is listening to was just sung yesterday, and its name is "Once Upon a Time"

(End of this chapter)