don't call me singer

Chapter 1376 Dadongzi

In fact, many of the musicians recruited to participate in the school song competition are students from art colleges.

The competitions and rehearsals of Dongyuan University's school song competition are mostly held on weekends, which are more friendly to students.

After all, the transportation is now developed, and the high-speed rail can cover a distance of thousands of kilometers in two or three hours.

Therefore, several well-known art schools are covered.

In order to take care of most of the people, the preliminary screening was also held on Saturday.

It is convenient for some amateur musicians and students who are engaged in music but have a high level to come.

Outside the examination room, the line was more than ten meters long. If everyone asked casually, several of them were students from top art schools in China, and many of them had studied with the same teacher.

In the team of examination room No. [-], a thick-headed young man with a red cloth bag on his back stood nervously in the crowd.

He looked at the people around him and saw that they were all carrying exquisite piano cases, and he pulled the red cloth on his back vigorously, feeling a little ashamed.

The people next to him squinted at the young man's dirty trousers, some worn out white sneakers, and his thin clothes in the cold weather, subconsciously showing strange expressions.

Learning music is really a very expensive thing.

Whether it is various musical instruments or the cost of hiring a teacher, ordinary people cannot afford it.

To the extent that one can be admitted to a prestigious school, one usually has to spend money on several houses.

And after being admitted to a prestigious school, the tuition fee is often very high. After all, art-related things are all "teacher-apprentice", and no school has a large class system.

Of course, those who study music, if they want to make money, can occasionally go to the venue and take on various private jobs, such as the current situation, when they come to be a musician in the school song competition, the teacher is not opposed to it, but very supportive.

After all, the more you go on stage, the more you practice, the better you will be.

After all, they are going to show their faces on stage, so people who study music often take good care of their image. Most of the people at the scene dress with style, even if they are not very ostentatious, at least they are clean and tidy.

In contrast, the boy's attire seemed out of place.

Even in Dongwon University, a place where there are countless straight men in science and engineering, this style of dressing is very earthy.

In front, another person in line entered the examination room, and the person in front immediately moved forward to give way.

The one behind stood there without moving, leaving the boy alone in the middle, with no one in front of him or behind him two meters away.

It's not entirely because he dislikes the poor and loves the rich, but because of the smell of sweat on this boy's body, everyone naturally wants to stay away from it subconsciously.

The boy also knew that he was not very popular, so he lowered his head, pulled off the red cloth package from his back, and held it in his arms.

A few people next to him squinted at him, wanting to know what kind of musical instrument he was holding.

After watching for a long time, I didn't see it.

It seemed that it was not just his instrument, but something else.

It is estimated that this red cloth package is his luggage.

However, the more he couldn't figure it out, the more curious he became. A young man couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What musical instrument do you play?"

"I...I..." The young man stammered a little, and after saying "I" a few times, he blushed and stopped talking.

It made the person who asked him just now feel a little embarrassed.

Why do you feel like I'm bullying someone?

In this way, everyone was curious, guessed, and pointed carefully, which made queuing less boring.

Finally, the team finally arrived at the boy.

The people in examination rooms No. 5 and No. 7 next to him all looked over.

"Examination room No. 6, contestant No. 35, please come in." The staff stood up.

The young man froze for a moment, then subconsciously went to take out his pocket, as if he wanted to take out his own number, when someone beside him pointed at him and said, "Is that you?"

"I..." The boy frantically took out his pocket, but when he took it out, it came out from under the pocket.

"You dropped your number on the floor." The person next to him reminded him kindly, and the boy quickly picked up the number.

As soon as he squatted down, the package on his back slipped and fell to the ground with a "wow".

In the included gap, a touch of gold was exposed.

"Hey, that's..."

"Did you see clearly?"

"Seems to be……"

While everyone was whispering, the boy hurriedly gathered up the package and ran in hastily.

The appearance of being straight and not stunned makes people dumbfounded.

As soon as the boy entered the room, the staff at the door frowned subconsciously, trying to hide their noses.

Although the young man was a bit rough, but his mind was more sensitive, he subconsciously stopped, looking timid.

He looked ahead, hesitating whether he should go in.

Seeing that it seems a bit retreating.

"Go in, it's all here."

The staff moved out of the way.

"Thank you...thank you uncle!" The boy bowed to the staff member without hesitation.

The staff member immediately turned black.

Bah, you are uncle!

I'm only 20 years old!
This staff member is actually a college student and volunteer at Dongwon University.

It's just that Dongwon University is a typical monster pile.

This is fertile ground for gifted students.

For those who are a little bit mediocre, for example, those who can’t get rid of No.2 to be a questioner in a small town, after coming here, they will either be beaten by various bosses to lose confidence, and their scores will be in the bottom three rows every day. Shaking, breaking the cans and smashing, he simply gave up, and was expelled from school after two years of messing around.

Or try your best and chase all the way through gritted teeth.

This one is obviously the latter.

He touched his forehead and his increasingly thinning hair, and thought to himself: Did I stay up late studying too much recently?

Bah, if you stay up all night like this, you won't even get a scholarship for the exam, and you have to rely on work-study programs to make up your moral education points, you deserve your hair loss!Take it off and forget it!

Over there, the boy stepped onto the stage and looked down the stage nervously.

People off the stage looked at him too.

Looking.

After looking at each other for 2 minutes, the people off the stage finally couldn't help it anymore and coughed: "Let's go!"

"Open...start what? Ooooh..." The young man frantically went to get the package on his back.

Seeing the musical instrument he took out, for some reason, everyone felt a feeling of "as expected".

"What kind of musical instrument is this?" Off the stage, Li Longji's eyes lit up immediately.

Never seen such a shiny musical instrument!

"..."

Several musicians almost spurted blood.

This is suona!
Isn't this person the conductor of Gu Xiaobai's orchestra?
An orchestra conductor, have you never seen a suona?
But for some reason, their desire to complain disappeared immediately when they saw Li Longji's face.

That's right, the conductor of the orchestra should not know Suona!
It's not the conductor's fault, it's Suona's fault!
so scary so scary so scary...

Before Li Longji's strong aura, several musicians decided to bully the musician who came for the interview first.

Another round of wide-eyed staring.

"Ahem, please introduce yourself... your name?"

"My name is Dadongzi... No, I'm Cao Baodong, yes, Cao Baodong."

The boy on the stage seemed to have to check to remember his full name.

"Which art school are you from?"

"I... haven't been to any art school. I dropped out after graduating from junior high school."

That's called dropping out!Several musicians almost growled.

"Then who did you learn the suona from?"

"A master in our village."

"...Then have you played any scenes?"

"I...I blew about my second uncle's funeral and the first seven days."

"..."

What is this?

who are we?

Rural funeral committee?

(End of this chapter)