yournovel Chapter 65 All Seven Martial Arts Masters Are Alive
Chapter 65 All Seven Martial Arts Masters Are Alive
Chapter 65 The Seven Martial Music Masters Are All Alive (Burst Update Mode Activated 2)
All eyes finally fell on Chen Lang.
Chen Lang seemed startled as well, wondering why they were all coming at once.
He has almost mastered the drums and guitar; all that's left is to accumulate experience.
I could learn another musical instrument, but which one should I learn first?
His hesitation made the hearts of Hu Zhiping's four teachers jump to their throats.
not good!
This child has indeed grown up and has become more thoughtful.
They're not so easily fooled anymore.
Luckily, I made it today. If it had been two years later, I probably wouldn't have had a chance.
Just when the four teachers were feeling extremely uneasy.
Chen Lang raised his head.
He walked up to Hu Zhiping and straightened his clothes.
Then, with practiced ease, he bowed deeply and kowtowed three times.
"Master, please accept my bow."
Hu Zhiping's face instantly broke into a wide smile.
"Alright, alright disciple, get up, get up!"
He quickly helped Chen Lang up, his hands trembling with excitement.
Chen Lang stood up and walked over to Liang Ruihua.
He knelt down again and kowtowed.
"Master, please accept my bow."
Then came Rongzheng.
Then there's Zhang Zhike.
This made all four teachers extremely happy.
Finally, I don't have to watch Yao Feng, Yu Detan, and Wang Sen smug anymore.
The apprenticeship ceremony has ended.
The atmosphere in the music room became even more lively.
"Alright, now that the official titles are settled, let's get down to business!"
Yao Feng clapped his hands and distributed a printed sheet of music to everyone.
"We didn't invite you all here today just to listen to music."
"I'll have to ask you all to help with the instrumental accompaniment for my nephew's first song."
"Let's all stretch our arms and legs, and record this accompaniment today!"
Yu Detan and Wang Sen had been itching for a fight for a long time.
Being able to use the top-of-the-line imported musical instruments in Chen Lang's home is a pleasure in itself for them.
The recording process began quickly.
Chen Lang sat behind the mixing console, wearing headphones, acting as the producer.
"Master Yu, please make the drum rhythm a little more steady."
"Master Wang, make the strumming on the guitar a little more articulate."
"Uncle, make the base of the electronic keyboard a little thicker."
He directed the operation methodically.
Those musical instrument masters showed no displeasure whatsoever.
On the contrary, they greatly admired Chen Lang's serious and professional attitude.
The melody of the song "Sisters" echoed throughout the music room all afternoon.
again and again.
The recording was only completed when everyone was satisfied as the sun set.
Holding the recorded master tape, Chen Lang felt a great sense of accomplishment.
This is his first work in the true sense of the word since he came into this world.
Night has fallen.
With so many more people at home all of a sudden, it's clear that we won't have enough space for dinner.
Liu Xiaoli made a quick decision and found a fairly large state-owned restaurant near her home, where she booked a large private room.
These days they don't call it a private room, they call it a VIP seat.
Before leaving, Chen Lang quietly tugged at Yao Feng's sleeve.
"Uncle, please take some of the cigarettes and alcohol that my dad's workplace sent over."
Yao Feng was taken aback for a moment, then realized what he meant and patted Chen Lang on the head with a smile.
"You're young, but you're quite sensible."
He turned and went back into the house, and soon came out carrying a large bag.
Inside were several unopened bottles of Baiyunbian liquor, a Hongtashan liquor, and an Ashima liquor.
These are all National Day company benefits that were just delivered a couple of days ago, fresh and still in good condition.
In the private room of the restaurant, there is a large round table that can seat more than a dozen people.
Yao Feng placed the cigarettes and alcohol he had brought on the table and generously gave each of the male teachers present two packs of cigarettes.
"Come on, come on, don't be shy."
"My nephew is showing respect to all the masters."
The four masters, who had just taken on apprentices, accepted the cigarettes, their faces beaming with joy.
Hu Zhiping tossed the cigarette in his hand and said to Yu Detan and Wang Sen with a sigh.
"Oh, at least we don't have to see the three of you smug in front of us every day anymore."
"Now we can also smoke the good cigarettes that our apprentices offer us."
Yu Detan laughed heartily.
"That's different."
"We've been smoking here for years."
"You've only just begun."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the atmosphere in the private room instantly became lively.
The cigarettes are good, and the wine is good too.
But everyone here is a professor or associate professor at Wuhan Conservatory of Music, and none of them are lacking in this area.
But this sentiment is priceless.
Such an outstanding, filial, and sensible disciple is what makes them happiest and what they value most.
After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,
The table was full of artists, so naturally the conversation revolved around music.
They talked about everything from the latest Hong Kong and Taiwan pop hits to the development of Western rock music.
We discussed the current state of the domestic music market and its possible future trends.
Everyone has their own unique perspective.
Chen Lang sat quietly to the side, listening attentively.
These artists in their ivory towers, while perhaps having an idealistic view of the market, have gained invaluable insights into their professional fields.
Finally, the topic inevitably turned to their mutual disciple, Chen Lang. Hu Zhiping took a sip of wine and looked at Chen Lang with eyes full of affection.
"Langlang, when you go to university, come to our Wuhan Conservatory of Music."
"With our seven masters backing you up, no one will be able to bully you at school anymore."
These words were immediately echoed by several other teachers.
Given their status at the Martial Conservatory, this statement is no exaggeration.
Unexpectedly, Yao Feng shook his head.
"Wuhan is still too small."
"Their stage should be in a wider world."
He glanced at Yao Beina beside him.
"Not to mention Langlang, I also plan to have Beina apply to the Central Conservatory of Music in Beijing in the future."
"That's the best music academy in the country."
Yao Feng's words silenced the other teachers.
They all knew in their hearts that what Yao Feng said was true.
Given Chen Lang's demonstrated talent, it would indeed be a waste for him to stay in Wuhan.
The Central Conservatory of Music is the highest hall of music talent in the country.
Grandma listened from the side, a smug look on her face.
She loves to show off her grandson on these occasions.
"You guys don't know."
"Our son, Langya, has already finished all the junior high school courses."
"He and Akemi just skipped a grade to sixth grade this year, and they will be starting junior high next year."
"If it weren't for wanting to be there for his wife and worrying that she wouldn't be able to adapt to being alone, our Langya could be in high school right now!"
Grandma's words caused a small commotion at the dinner table.
The newly appointed masters all wore expressions of shock.
"Really?"
"Eight years old, and he completed junior high school courses on his own?"
"this----"
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