Zhao Yingnan was overjoyed. She had been worrying about preparing for a program before, but now that Zhou Chen can both write poetry and sing songs, she didn't need to worry at all.
"Zhou Chen, you have this talent. Our school will depend on you for this gala."
"Uh, okay, I can prepare a program, as long as it's related to music."
Zhou Chen did not postpone it any longer. In this era, he does not need to keep a low profile. People with ability will be respected by others. There is no harm in becoming famous early.
"The music is good. Are you going to sing solo or in a chorus? But the signature of Huaqing is the choir. If we sing in a chorus, we may not be able to beat them."
"I can sing solo or chorus, but I don't know what type to prepare for? Love, family, or something related to the military?"
Zhao Yingnan was even more surprised: "You can write so many types of songs?"
She doesn't know music creators, but she feels that it's not easy to write in one genre. How old is Zhou Chen to be able to write in so many genres?
She was a little doubtful.
Zhou Chen saw Zhao Yingnan's suspicion and did not explain it. He just said confidently: "You can doubt me in other aspects, but when it comes to music, you can't question me. If I say you can, you can."
Looking at Zhou Chen, who exuded strong confidence, Zhao Yingnan felt as if she was enveloped in an aura, which made her a little distracted.
Confident and domineering.
This is what Zhao Yingnan felt from Zhou Chen, and perhaps he can also add another talent.
After thinking for a while, she said: "We are in a military camp now, and we are having a party in the military camp. If possible, it is best to choose songs related to soldiers."
"Is it related to the military? Okay, I'll think about it and give you an answer within three days at the latest."
"Are you going to sing solo or in chorus?"
"I'll try my best to write a song that can be sung together." Zhou Chen replied.
"But to be conservative, I think we can do another program. The recitation of modern poetry you mentioned before is good. In this regard, you can ask someone to find Qiu Shui. This guy has collected a lot of poems."
Zhao Yingnan asked: "Can't you also write poetry? Why don't you write it?"
Zhou Chen: "Although I can write, I still have to give everyone a chance to express themselves."
Zhao Yingnan thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll listen to you. I'll have someone find Qiushui tomorrow."
"Then let's go."
"Okay, I'll turn off the light."
Zhou Chen and Zhao Yingnan were walking on the road to the dormitory. It was already night, and the bright yellow lights made their shadows much longer.
"Zhou Chen, I'm curious. Since you can write and sing songs, why didn't you apply for art school instead of medical school?"
Zhou Chen replied: "Let's put it this way, writing songs and singing is a hobby, while studying medicine is an ideal."
"understood."
Zhao Yingnan said he understood, "Just like me, my father insisted on letting me join the army, but I just wanted to be an angel in white, so I applied for Renhe Medical College."
"Doctors are really good. They can save lives and heal the wounded, and life, old age, illness and death are all inseparable from doctors."
The profession of doctor is indeed indispensable. People can stop studying, but it is impossible not to get sick. Hospitals will never lack patients.
"Well, I think so too. Doctors are great. I will also be a great doctor in the future."
"If you are ambitious, I believe you can do it." Zhou Chen gave Zhao Yingnan a thumbs up.
The two of them talked and arrived in front of the dormitory building.
Before leaving, Zhao Yingnan said to Zhou Chen: "Zhou Chen, if you encounter any problems when writing songs, you can come to me directly and I will do my best to help you."
"Okay, no problem, thank you."
As soon as Zhou Chen walked into the dormitory, he saw several pairs of eyes staring at him, as if they were judging a prisoner.
"What are you doing? What do you look at each of you?"
Qiu Shui slapped the table and said loudly: "Zhou Chen, you still haven't confessed honestly."
Xin Yi praised him and said, "Yes, let's get it from the facts."
Gu Ming: "Are you and the squad leader in a relationship?"
"Zhou Chen, be lenient if you confess, be strict if you resist."
Zhou Chen chuckled lightly, "It's so serious, but it turns out it's just for gossip. You guys are so serious."
Qiu Shui patted the table again and said loudly: "Don't worry about him, tell him quickly, what is your relationship with the monitor, and what unscrupulous things did the two of you do in the classroom in the middle of the night?"
"hehe."
"You all really have nothing to do. If I really wanted to do something, I wouldn't choose to do it in the classroom. The classroom is such a sacred place. Can I mess around?"
Xin Yi snorted: "Listening to your tone, do you really want to do something with the squad leader?"
Zhou Chen chuckled and said, "It's hard to say what the monitor said, but if it's a demon sword, then I will..."
"If you dare to insult my goddess, I will fight with you. Brothers, fuck him."
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Two days later, Zhou Chen handed a piece of paper to Zhao Yingnan.
"Monitor, this is a song I wrote. See if it can go to the gala."
Zhao Yingnan said in surprise: "It's only been two days, and you wrote it so quickly?"
Zhou Chen said: "I just had some inspiration, so I wrote it. In terms of quality, I personally think it's not bad."
Zhao Yingnan then looked at the song on the paper seriously. She saw that the paper not only contained lyrics, but also included music composition, etc. It was so professional that she couldn't understand it at all, and she only felt that it was unclear.
"Goodbye, veteran."
When he saw the name of this song, Zhao Yingnan knew that it must be a song related to soldiers, so he read it patiently.
She couldn't understand the song, but she could understand the lyrics. She thought it was well written and touching, but she couldn't say what the effect would be if she didn't listen to it.
"This song is a chorus?"
Zhou Chen said: "It can be regarded as a chorus. I will be the lead singer and a few others will cooperate. As long as there are no problems on site, the effect should not be too bad."
The song "Goodbye, Veteran" is a song that praises soldiers. Although it is not a golden song, the quality is not bad. When it is sung, it will definitely be very passionate. If it is sung to the soldiers live, the effect will definitely be more explosive.
"Then let's try it at night?" Zhao Yingnan asked tentatively.
"Can."
"By the way, Zhou Chen, we asked Qiu Shui for the poem "To the Oak Tree" and we are going to recite it to the whole class. Since you have to prepare a program, I didn't include you in it. Just prepare your new song with all your strength."
"no problem."
Zhou Chen couldn't help but recite modern poetry with a large army. He really had no interest in it.
This gala is a matter that the army chief attaches great importance to. Originally, each school only had to prepare one program, but Zhao Yingnan signed up for two programs, which made the two instructors ecstatic.
As an instructor, if the school you lead performs well, you can gain extra points for them.
"Monitor, I actually have something to ask you for help with."
Zhao Yingnan was immediately happy when she heard that Zhou Chen asked her for help. During this time, she learned about Zhou Chen's versatility and became uncontrollably curious about Zhou Chen, wanting to know more about Zhou Chen.
Now that she heard that Zhou Chen wanted her help, of course she would not refuse.
"Whatever you want, just say it. As long as I can help, I promise I won't refuse."
Zhou Chen: "I want to submit articles to newspapers and magazines and make some money, but I don't know how to send letters here, how to get stamps, how long it will take, etc."
