Shen Fanlei told Ling Cang that in view of the fact that many things happened in the past two semesters, which caused a lot of criticism of the aristocratic school in the society, the school organized this art performance to show its image.
Unlike an art festival that entertains itself behind closed doors, this art performance is open to the whole society. Not only will many officials and public figures attend, it will also be broadcast on several TV stations.
Obviously, the school wants to use the students' talents to let society understand that the second generation of rich people and the second generation of officials are not just a bunch of losers waiting to die, but have their own specialties and ideal pursuits.
Shen Fanlei sighed and asked: "Ling Cang, you have to take the exam, why don't you sign up for the violin?"
"Are there many people applying for violin?"
"Not much... but quite a lot," Liang Xiangyu sighed: "Your performance at the art festival was so brilliant. There are too many people in school learning violin now. Half of the programs signed up for this time are violin solos. For concerto and ensemble, some people even got beaten for this, because the programs they applied for overlapped, and everyone wanted to get in, and a fight broke out."
Huang Xianli touched her chin with her right hand and said thoughtfully: "Brother Sharp..."
Ling Cang glared: "What did you call me?"
"Oh, it's not Brother Sharp, it's a FIT guy," Huang Xianli laughed dryly, "Yizhong FIT guy,"
"If you continue to act like this, No. 1 Middle School will turn into Causeway Bay."
Huang Xianli didn't understand this northern dialect sentence: "What nonsense?"
"Forget it, don't ask," Ling Cang didn't bother to explain: "What exactly are you going to say?"
"I want to say..." Huang Xianli touched her chin with her hand again, looking mature and solemn: "If FIT people want to win this time, they can't sign up for the violin again, they must take the wrong approach."
Although Huang Xianli pretended to be mature, what she said was quite right, and everyone nodded together.
"Who said I was going to stand out?" Ling Cang shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "I'm not interested in standing out. Everyone knows I can play the violin, that's enough."
"Husband..." Shen Fanlei called out very intimately, but soon became vicious: "I know you like to pretend... to pretend to be cool, but, no matter you are pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger or something Hey, you must perform well this time, this is not your business alone, but to give the whole class some credit."
Ling Cang was shocked: "Leilei, why did you say such vulgar words?"
Shen Fanlei pursed her lips, looking dissatisfied and angry: "Hong Xue can say it, why can't I say it?"
"Forget it, if I don't want to fight with you, you can do whatever you want..." Ling Cang sighed, feeling that his girlfriends were becoming more and more individual and difficult to discipline.
"No matter what, you must perform well," Shen Fanlei clenched her fists and said angrily, "This time the class will depend on you."
Ling Cang looked at Shen Fanlei's expression and realized something: "Did something happen?"
"It's nothing to talk about..." Liang Xiangyu laughed a few times and said, "Leilei had a quarrel with another class."
"Other class,"
"Literary and artistic specialty classes, that is, the sixth class in a year." After a pause, Liang Xiangyu added: "In all previous art festivals, the literary and artistic specialty classes have won the most awards, but you took away the grand prize last time. They have always been very unhappy. Convinced,”
"Yes," Huang Xianli nodded: "Their squad leader came to our class and clamored, saying that there is Ling Cang who can play the violin. He can play it like sawing wood. This time their class has a violin ensemble, which can definitely Kill the violin prince Ling sharply in seconds,”
Ling Cang sneered: "Really?"
Liang Xiangyu nodded: "That's why Leilei quarreled with them,"
Ling Cang later learned that the matter was not that simple. Not only did the squad leader of Class 6 come to provoke him, but he also spoke particularly unpleasant words. Shen Fanlei immediately fought back, using the worst words in his life, and started a big quarrel with him.
The classmates of the two classes helped their respective monitors and almost came to blows. It was not until Ding Xuehan came to class that they persuaded the two sides to leave.
Shen Fanlei said confidently: "This time, I have arranged two blockbuster bombs. As long as they are dropped, they will definitely arouse a round of applause."
"One bomb is me..." Ling Cang asked suspiciously, "Where's the other one?"
Shen Fanlei immediately replied: "Of course it's Su Mengqing,"
When Su Mengqing first came to No. 1 Middle School, she avoided participating in various school activities. Now that she has officially become a student of No. 1 Middle School, she naturally has to integrate into daily campus life.
Speaking of which, Su Mengqing's original identity is a singer, and she does have profound singing skills. She is completely different from those vases cultivated by the star-making movement. As long as she sings a song at a professional level, no one in the entire No. 1 Middle School can do it. It is no wonder that Shen Fanlei is so confident.
Ling Cang could pretend to be cool, but he wanted to fight for his girlfriend, so he nodded: "Okay, I'll just behave well,"
Shen Fanlei's eyes lit up: "What program are you planning to sign up for?"
"As for the violin, I don't plan to play it anymore. Even if no one signs up for the violin, I have already performed it once and there is no need to perform it again..." Hehehe smiled, Ling Cang said proudly: "Brother Sharp, I am Versatile,”
Shen Fanlei asked impatiently: "Tell me quickly, what exactly do you want to avenge?"
"I am reporting a special musical instrument that is so special that you have never seen or heard of it." After a pause, Ling Cang added: "Because it is so special, it is impossible to buy such an instrument in China."
"If you can't buy it, is it still a musical instrument?" Shen Fanlei was even more surprised: "Let me tell you, this art performance is more important than the art festival. Don't go up and mess around and screw it up."
Ling Cang looked at Shen Fanlei and asked seriously: "Do you believe me?"
Shen Fanlei nodded without hesitation: "Of course I believe it,"
"That's OK,"
"But where can I get this instrument?"
"Make it yourself," Ling Cang glanced at Zheng Bozhan and said, "This will trouble you."
Zheng Bozhan didn't say anything for a long time, just lost in thought. Ling Cang cleared his throat and shouted: "Hey,"
"Ah," Zheng Bozhan was startled and almost jumped up from his chair: "What are you doing?"
Ling Cang sighed: "You are crazy,"
"Isn't it?" Liang Xiangyu laughed: "Since he had a girlfriend, Zheng Bozhan's whole person has changed."
"Who said I have a girlfriend..." Zheng Bozhan's face immediately turned red, like a girl: "She and I... are just good friends and confidante, understand?"
"I once had a confidante..." Ling Cang let out a long sigh when he heard this, and his expression was a little changed: "As soon as we raised our eyes and hands, our hearts were connected. It's a pity that the stars have changed, and there is no such thing." A few years later, she moved to a nearby county to go to school, and she lost contact with her after that. To put it bluntly, a soulmate is just a look or an action, and you have to grasp the moment well."
"Sister Leilei, did you hear that..." Zhang Meiting came over at some point, tugged at the lapel of Shen Fanlei's clothes, and said softly: "Ling Cang had a confidante in the past."
"It's okay," Shen Fanlei felt a little bit sour, but she didn't want to argue. Now that Ling Cang has several girlfriends, it doesn't matter if a confidante who existed back then appeared.
"That's right." Zheng Bozhan immediately held Ling Cang's hands tightly: "What you said is so philosophical..."
"Stop talking nonsense," Ling Cang interrupted Zheng Bozhan impatiently: "Let me ask you something, do you understand electronic circuits?"
"No problem," Zheng Bozhan nodded immediately: "As long as you can draw me the circuit diagram and get the necessary original parts, I can make anything."
"After class, I will give you a circuit diagram. You must build it before the art performance," Ling Cang said, shrugging his shoulders: "I understand the principle of this thing, but my hands-on skills are poor and I can't build it."
Zheng Bozhan nodded again: "Okay,"
"Circuit diagram," Shen Fanlei was confused: "Are you going to build an electronic keyboard?"
"Of course not," Ling Cang smiled mysteriously: "You will know after it is built."
The school bell rang soon. In this afternoon class, Ling Cang did almost nothing else. He just sat at his desk and wrote and drew. When school was over, Ling Cang handed a stack of circuit diagrams into Zheng Bozhan's hands: " Made according to this,"
The classmates had long wondered what Ling Cang was going to do. They all crowded around and asked questions.
Liang Xiangyu asked louder than anyone else, almost at the top of his lungs: "What on earth is this for?"
"This..." Zheng Bozhan looked at the circuit diagram carefully and said thoughtfully: "It should be some kind of sound-generating device."
Shen Fanlei immediately said: "It seems that it is indeed an electronic musical instrument."
"I don't know if it's a musical instrument..." Zheng Bozhan smiled awkwardly: "I don't know anything about music."
"Yes, Zheng Bozhan is a computer genius, but he doesn't understand music. If you ask him to make musical instruments, will it work?" Shen Fanlei questioned: "This is just a joke."
"This instrument is very special. As long as it can be made according to the pattern, it can be played successfully," Ling Cang shrugged and added, "It doesn't matter whether you understand music or not."
"Tell me quickly, what is this?" Shen Fanlei is very talented in music. Ling Cang said it and was very excited because she had never heard of such an instrument in the world: "Please,"
"Keep it secret." Seeing Shen Fanlei eager to know, Ling Cang decided to keep it secret: "You will know when it is built."
"Tch," Shen Fanlei rolled her eyes at Ling Cang, then asked Zheng Bozhan: "Tell me, what can you see?"
"Although I don't understand music, I also know that musical instruments must have keyboards or strings, but this thing doesn't have any." Zheng Bozhan carefully looked at the circuit diagram again and finally figured out something: "But this thing is indeed a sound-generating device. , as long as you use different operations, you can make different sounds, and you don’t need to make direct contact.”