Ten Mile Room

Deputy Director Cai waved his hands nervously.

To be called a teacher by a great master, how dare you be?

"I'm not a teacher, I'm just a little logistics director, uh, deputy director. Don't dare to call that."

He Mingchuan was startled by his nervousness, laughed, and patted his shoulder and said, "Hey! Brother, don't be nervous. The deputy director is the deputy director. I understand. What do you say? thing?"

Deputy Director Cai was still serious, and he said seriously: "Although it's not flattering to say this, but you are the master, and I am this."

He raised his little finger, stuck his finger on one-third of the last section, and said, "You can't use you on me, or I will go out tomorrow, and my job...hehe..."

These Zhongzhou people are always well behaved.

He Mingchuan nodded, indicating that he knew, so, he can't use you casually?

He added some caution and asked: "Then according to you, who do you mean, who can I use you?"

Deputy Director Cai understood his thoughts very well, no matter what, he was still a young man of this age.

However, when he thought of He Mingchuan's artistic status, he could only show a strange smile on his face in the end: "Hey~ You can talk to the principal of our Royal First Art School, you can come and go... ha!

Mr. Principal did not create a school of precedent, creating a school of three-lane folk songs... Also, my hometown is a dilapidated alley, and the place where you live is called a holy place. Going on a pilgrimage...hehe...it's quite interesting. "

Deputy Director Cai's voice became more and more floating as he spoke.

Thinking of the ages of these three in disbelief, he felt envious and sincerely jealous.

Hearing what he said, He Mingchuan could only mutter along with his weird laughter:

"There are so many broken local rules."

Deng Changnong had no choice but to cough again.

Deputy Director Cai didn't understand the local dialect in the alleys of Changhui County, so he had to ask seriously: "What did you say?"

He Mingchuan patted the steamed buns in his hand, and replied helplessly: "It's nothing, it was what you wanted to say to me just now."

"Oh, oh! That's right, three teachers, I'm going to cause you some trouble. It's these students from our school who want to ask for some autographs."

Hi, what's up.

He Mingchuan and the others have always been kind to fans. When they heard that they were their fans, they raised their heads and smiled, and waved to them: "Are you our fans? Really?"

Several student cubs nodded their heads.

In fact, in terms of age, each of them is a few years older than He Mingchuan and the others.

There is no way, the road of folklore has always been a shortcut, and the beginning is a direct apprenticeship.

It's a pity that in the Kyushu of this country, there are very few folk inheritances.

They gathered together, took out their newly bought autographed notebooks, and held them in front of their idols devoutly.

He neatly signed autographs for several students, and they even took a group photo with the students.

They were all young people. Out of curiosity about the academic school, He Mingchuan and the others asked a few more questions.

Only then did I know that the real path to studying music is not easy. Even if you have absolute talent, the country is willing to pay the subsidy money, finding a brokerage company, relying on family subsidies to take the exam, or having a rich man behind you to support you, is the big one. Some music students must take the road to enter the palace.

After hearing this, Deng Changnong sighed: "That is really bitter."

If you don't enter the society, you sell yourself.

After hearing this, Director Cai replied in astonishment: "How could it be, Mr. Deng, this rule does not apply to the students of our No. Twenty or so, they say it's difficult, you have to start counting from the third school, where the self-financed students start from, don't you know this?"

He Mingchuan nodded, he didn't know!It's so strange, who stipulated that he must know these things?

A student with a small square face nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! I only found out about it in the third year. Our school's annual fees total about 300 yuan. After all, the fees for master classes are high. Like It is a master class like yours, the state only subsidizes half of it, and our lectures are not free!

Fortunately, it is easier for the students of our No. 200 school to find a job. People who are subsidizing students can only do odd jobs to find a job.Their annual tuition fee is more than [-] yuan, which is very hard!Sometimes we also wonder whether it is a long-term thing for people who are not so talented and just go on with their hobbies..."

A long-winded sarcasm came from behind the eloquent and eloquent student: "The problem is that those miscellaneous fish are good-looking, and they spoil our beautiful schoolgirls and juniors every year. Why don't you say it?"

"...I, didn't I have time to say it? Besides, the teachers don't want to know this! Why do you mention this..."

Seeing that they had a tendency to quarrel, Lin Yuanchun and the others had no choice but to change the subject and ask:

"What is the proportion of foreign students in your first school?"

"Teacher, any school that ranks first does not have the ratio of state-subsidized and civilian-subsidized students. Our school must be 100% national-subsidized. Only from the second school will there be civilian subsidies, but the second school only subsidizes nobles. Probably Ten to fifteen percent, they have a music appreciation department that specializes in accepting this kind of students, huh... those students are very powerful, they have money at home, free time, they travel all over the world, their knowledge of music and their accomplishments are no better than ours How much difference, although they don’t have any performance skills, but they have the power to promote our future music path, so we should respect them, especially those critics..."

The students' words always reveal a kind of innocence, but these are the students of the Royal Art No. [-] School after all, and it can be seen from the confidence of the words that this group of children has full arrogance and self-cultivation.

At this time, various voices were heard from far outside, and there were high-pitched coloraturas that could not be blocked by multiple buildings. Some rules and knowledge, but they are the group of people who control their destiny.

Now that I am used to it, some students said with a smile: "It would be great if I could meet your judges next year in my entrance exam, hehe~ I think the teachers will definitely give me a pass... Oh, Deputy Director Cai, Just kidding, didn't you hear that I was joking?"

Deputy Director Cai hit him on the head, and said unceremoniously: "No! Don't think about it, you will face the most severe exam, and it will be placed on the last day of judging, when the judging teacher is most exhausted. , put you on the table and slaughter..."

The students were wailing, and just as they were wailing, there was another knock on the door outside the house.

Not long after, Deputy Director Cai brought a man who was wearing a bachelor's robe similar to that of a university student on Earth into the room.

This man's robe is red, a very majestic dark red, bloody, deep and serious, and there is a copper plate fastened on the ribbon around his waist, with four large characters protruding in bright red.

First class supervisor!

As soon as they saw this, the relaxed students stood up collectively, bowed and shouted: "Hello supervisor!"

Almost every school has no shortage of such nasty guys. The supervisors sent by the Ministry of Education to each school are responsible for causing trouble for each school.

So as soon as this forty-year-old man entered the room, he criticized out of habit: "It's really disrespectful! Laughing and laughing in front of the great master, I almost lost the Zhongzhou Institute of Higher Learning..."

The students swayed in fear and trepidation, and even Deputy Director Cai's expression turned a little grim.

Of course, He Mingchuan and the others have met supervisors, no matter how rubbish a corporate school is, supervisors are indispensable.

It was like waiting for a lifetime, and finally got the chance to take revenge.

Deng Changnong raised his hand and said in a loud voice: "Hey, sir? I'm only in my 20s. Seriousness will only make me feel depressed. After a while, I will be in a bad mood and make random judgments. Zhongzhou will suffer~ You say Woolen cloth?"

The senior supervisor was embarrassed, and finally pulled out an awkward smile, and said to He Mingchuan and the others with a half-bend: "Hello, teachers! Please allow me to introduce myself, my surname is Duan, Duan Duan, I am here The major colleges and universities in Zhongzhou serve as supervisors."

He Mingchuan blinked his eyes and said, "Oh ~ and then?"

This person is still bowing seriously: "I'm sorry, I just received a new notice from the Department of Education. Yan's two folk music masters couldn't arrive in Zhongzhou on time due to some other reasons, so they sent me to negotiate with the teachers. Are you transferred from the modern music group to the folk music group? After all, the three of you are all from orthodox folk studies, and there is no one more suitable than you..."

Deng Changnong interjected after hearing the words: "Why can't you come?"

"Oh, teachers should know that the recent economic downturn has affected most of the upper class. Among them, Yan's situation is particularly bad. However, we can't ask for more detailed reasons. We and they are not coming."

That's it.

After Deng Changnong and the others glanced at each other, they smiled and said to this man, "Well, it's nothing, it's just the same job, but the three of us don't want to be separated, so please try to move together as much as possible, okay?"

Duan Jianxue was taken aback when he heard the words, he never thought that these few people were so easy to talk to.

The gloom on his face gradually eased, and a smile appeared on his dark and rigid face, and he said in a doggy way: "The teachers are of high moral character, really, that ...That is really grateful, the teachers are really helpful, I will go back and report, the teachers will wait a moment."

The end supervisor quickly left the scene.

After he ran away, Deputy Director Cai sincerely reminded: "The teachers are young, I'm afraid they don't know the rules here!"

Rules, there are rules here?

The poor country boy looked at Deputy Director Cai.

Deputy Director Cai first jumped to the door, and after hearing that it was safe, he ran back and said: "Teachers, this is not to look down on Min Keha. The teachers naturally know the truth inside, and I just said something casually." Personal opinion, don't blame me~."

Deng Changnong and the others shook their heads, of course not, is there any connotation here?

Deputy Director Cai carefully explained: "Actually, modern music is a very prosperous subject, and as the leader of music apprentices, the judges have friendship with the students, which will have a great impact on your reputation.

After all, this is Kyushu's Zhongzhou Judging Examination, and the students are all top-notch in the entire empire... You don't know which country you will draw next time you judge, so ~ you also agreed too fast, obviously... this is eating What a loss, if, if I see it, although the exchange is a certainty, if not, just go to the two teachers, what do you think, anyway...you are a band, and your interests are unified. "

Hi, I thought it was something.Deng Changnong and the others looked at each other, and then smiled in relief.

He Mingchuan smiled at Deputy Director Cai: "Thank you very much. However, our three origins are from Minke. We put it in the most correct position, even if it is not very bright, we should be there..."

At this time outside the civil science examination room, Meng Xiaojing, who was wearing a traditional tulle dress, sneezed loudly.

The day was a bit cooler, and there was drizzle earlier.

Meng Xiaojing's mother stretched out her callused hand to caress her daughter's little face and neck, her eyes filled with tears, but she didn't dare to shed them.

Meng Xiaojing used her head to avoid the smell of sesame seed cakes in her mother's hand. She held her mother's hand behind her back, smiled and shook her head and said, "Mom, it's okay! I'm young, and I don't fear the cold at all. If I bear it, it will end soon." Now, look at my number, NO.19! I'm in the front, Huanhuan has drawn more than 200 numbers, and she's in the back..."

She laughed as she spoke, with absolute complacency and schadenfreude in her tone.

And her best friend Huanhuan slapped her on the shoulder to blame: "Bad Jinger, bad Jinger..."

She kept beating her up to two big sneezes.

The rainy season is always very cold. Meng Xiaojing doesn't have enough money, so she can't buy six-fold gauze dresses like other students, so she can only wear fake six-fold dresses.

What is a fake six-fold? It is the intersection of the skirt, where the color fades inward layer by layer, which is a gradual evolution of traditional aesthetics.

The fake Liuzhong only has a collar, so she is cold, even so, her fake dress is worth more than 30 pieces, and there is no matching seasonal windproof cloak.

A dress and a cloak, if you buy these two together, you will get fifty pieces.

Meng Xiaojing couldn't afford it, and she couldn't wear clothes outside the etiquette system, so she had to freeze.

The subjects in the folk music department are not good, but the rules are too many to die for.For example, you must wear a traditional tribute jacket and skirt in class, you must have rules when sitting, lying, and walking, students must master all the rites, boys must grow long hair and learn to wear crowns, goddesses must learn to put hairpins on their heads...

The school can't control what you do outside, but in school, the folk music students must follow the rules.

After graduating from this subject, they dare not think about making a fortune. However, the more serious the place, it is like the king enthroned, and the one who sings the rites is definitely a student of the traditional folk science.

So don't think about big money, there is social status, and even with apprenticeship qualifications, there are plenty of opportunities to marry and form a bond with a small nobleman.

Aristocrats don't marry modern music subjects.

Meng Xiaojing has many ideals, sometimes three times a day, when she goes to the commercial building, she hates having no money, and when she sees the big stage, she misses the old days, and when she enters Minke, she wants to form a bond with the nobles...

The daughter relieved the mother, and the mother felt even more distressed. She stretched out her hand and covered her daughter's face with trembling fingers.

He also sighed in a low voice: "My poor Xiaojing, why is it so unlucky, those bastards, why didn't they go out and get hit by a car! They even made up something like that, and..."

"mom!!"

Meng Xiaojing suddenly spoke up and stopped the nagging mother.

Huanhuan, who was standing on the side, was taken aback. She looked at Meng Jing'er in confusion, and then at her aunt who was at a loss, and asked, "Jing'er? What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Meng Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth and laughed: "Hi! I'm not nervous, it's my mother~ I'm so nervous. Look, she's getting nervous and started talking nonsense. I'll go to the side with her for a while. Huanhuan help me occupy a seat."

Huanhuan nodded, Meng Xiaojing took her mother, trotted to find a rare sheltered corner in the yard, looked around, then she lowered her head and begged in a very depressed voice: "Mom~ you go back. "

Of course her mother didn't want to.

Said: "Xiaojing..."

"Don't call me by that name! My name is Meng Jinger, Jinger!!"

"Okay, okay, Jinger, Jinger! Well, don't be angry, your dad and I haven't opened a board to do business today, your dad went to the grain and oil boss to buy on credit, and said, you will finish the exam later , our family will go find a good restaurant to eat and celebrate..."

This mother has a mysterious value judgment on her daughter, and she can easily exchange more than 1000 coins for her family.

Meng Xiaojing didn't like to hear this, she just continued to say in an imperative tone: "Mom! Even if I beg you, what else can you do for me here besides calling me that stupid name all the time? What else would you do? "

The mother froze immediately, she pursed her lips, and didn't know what to say to the child in order to explain her sincerity.

She has also been depressed about one thing, as the old saying goes, this person, you can't be wicked, once you are wicked, the retribution will come sooner or later.

What Xiaojing did in Changhui County was a loss of benevolence and righteousness. She... she knew it was wrong... Isn't there no way, poor!

She and her husband can't sleep at night, thinking that they will get rich tomorrow, and they will always have to pay it back, but... they must have this kind of heart, but those children... can't ask for it anymore, after all, they are now There is no shortage of these few taels of silver at home.

Speaking of which, she was really unlucky. Compared to the child's future, she could only be wicked. She only prayed that if the mother god gave retribution, the retribution would be given to her and the child's father. The child was born in their family because of bad luck.

What a wonderful child she had, talented, beautiful, and... so hardworking.

But how could fate be so bad.

I was thinking wildly.

Meng Xiaojing grabbed her mother's hand and begged again: "Mom, please, please go, you can't give me anything except to make me nervous here, can you go back and wait for me?"

What can a mother say?

She had no choice but to say: "Okay, then... then your dad and I will wait for you outside, okay? You... don't worry, Xiao, Jing'er... we will wait for you by the side of the road beside the auditorium, okay? "

Looking at her mother's face, Meng Xiaojing finally nodded and said, "Okay."

Her mother just walked away in a few steps.

When her mother left, Meng Xiaojing let out a long breath.

She couldn't help standing there, thinking about the past again.

In the past, she only knew that if she had a thousand guns, she would have a future with a thousand guns.But she didn't know until she arrived in Zhongzhou that the [-] guan, which her family could not earn in a lifetime, would not even make a splash in Zhongzhou.

She cheated people, people cheated her, who owes whom in this world?

She spent a thousand coins to find a disgusting brokerage company, although that company issued her a private compensation procedure and gave her a qualification to study at the Fifth Music School.

But after that, people didn't care about her too much. To put it bluntly, the money was not in place and they bullied the poor.

There are even more unlucky things, from those few guys becoming famous to becoming popular all over the world, if they had known that they would be popular, why...why did they come to this point.

Even Lin Yuanchun, whom she hates the most, she is willing to follow now.

Hey, for the sake of her future, she changed from popular modern music to traditional folk music halfway.

What can more than 1000 sticks do?

Yiqianguan paid the brokerage company's deposit, and the remaining few hundred Guan is only enough for her family to find a place to settle in Zhongzhou again, rent a roof, continue making sesame seed cakes, and the whole family has worked hard to support it until now... She is How hard it is.

She changed her name, but she still couldn't change her poor life. The suffering of this journey is hard to describe in words, and it is simply unbearable to look back.

However, she has come here no matter what, and she has no way out.

The corners of Meng Xiaojing's aggrieved eyes were shabby, but she didn't dare to cry. With this formal makeup, it takes three strokes to paint a set.

She looked around in a daze, and by chance, on the wall at the corner, an art student from the school painted a picture of the Mother Earth with light ink.

When Meng Xiaojing saw the statue, she put her palms together and prayed devoutly: "Mother God, please bless me, I know that I have done wrong things, if you have punishment, please punish me... In my next life, I will be a cat or a dog." Do as you like..."

After she finished praying, she tried her best to squeeze a smile on her face, bouncing around like a girl, and ran towards her good friend with a smile.

He is as innocent and innocent as his peers nowadays.

With a loud reminder bell, the fateful moment finally arrived.

Meng Xiaojing moved quietly with the team, and when she finally reached her, she stepped forward, and a cheer came from behind her: "Meng Jinger! Come on! Come on! You are the best!!"

Huanhuan jumped up and down, Meng Xiaojing waved her hands without looking back.

She stepped in, and everyone who saw her smiled and encouraged her, "Come on, I wish you a naturalization, and you will reach the peak from now on...

She smiled and greeted, thinking, I must be at the peak, otherwise it would not be so difficult.

She's finally on stage.

On the bare stage, the curtain behind it was vermilion, and three stage lights hit Meng Xiaojing's body, making her feel a burst of warmth.

She took a deep breath and flashed a strong smile.

She couldn't see under the stage, but she could hear the sound of books falling to the ground under the stage.

kindness?Is it because of your own beauty?Meng Xiaojing was somewhat certain about her appearance.

She is not a top-notch beauty, but she has a strange charm, which is a combination of her strength, tenacity, perseverance, persistence and determination.

Although most men or women do not necessarily like strong beauty, once they are liked by others, it is quite attractive.

Is this~ I'm staring blankly at myself?

Meng Xiaojing's heart moved, and her standing posture became more determined, as strong as a winter plum, releasing what she thought was a bitter and cold fragrance...

The audience was quiet, and a few minutes later came a low hoarse voice: "This~ classmate, please briefly introduce yourself first."

Whether it is civil science or modern science, the typhoon on stage is a very important consideration for students.

Just like those three stage lights, it shines on the performers, and those who have poor psychological endurance may take a smooth step.

Of course, Meng Xiaojing couldn't be successful, her typhoon class was the best.

Even the school teachers often said that it was a pity for Meng Jinger, she should be a student of the acting department.

Meng Xiaojing felt sorry for herself, but she didn't have a new one thousand guan, nor did the three idiots who gave her a thousand guan.

These people in Zhongzhou are astute as hell, not to mention being fooled, it is possible to be fooled by accident.

She smiled to the stage, bowed, and then introduced herself in a clear tone: "Hello, judges, my name is Meng Jing'er, from Class [-] and [-] of Min Ke Chi Gong of the Royal Fifth School, and I am a native of Zhongzhou. I grew up listening to the Baban Dagong Tune of the Imperial City. Minke music is my favorite subject in this life. Even if it is not so brilliant, for the sake of national inheritance, I am willing to become an inheritor without complaint and regret, and for it... "

Off the stage, a hoarse and gentle voice interrupted her self-introduction. The voice said, "Meng Jinger... well, but I saw in your student status information that there is a person named Meng Xiaojing? Ah, say Wake up, we've heard that song before, you must be very confused...it's really pathetic."

Meng Xiaojing's heart was moved when she heard the words, and tears filled her eyes. She choked up and said, "Yes, yes~ Teacher, this name really confuses me in the music industry. You don't know..."

The lights on the stage suddenly went out.

Meng Xiaojing was taken aback for a moment, she blinked her eyes, and it took a long time to adapt from the stage to the judges' seat, and she saw three very familiar faces...

He Mingchuan looked at her on the stage with a smile. He stroked the old watch on his wrist and said, "You said, are you confused? Well, it's right to be confused..."

Meng Xiaojing's face was as pale as paper.