don't call me singer

Chapter 316 The Spy War of the Physics Department
The third floor of the physics department dormitory building, 306 and the dormitory next to 309, are tightly closed.

In dormitory 309, Fu Wenyao and a few friends from his own band looked serious as if they were having a battle meeting.

"A boy... a boy... what should a song from a very young person be like?" Fu Wenyao frowned.

"Campus folk songs." The black bear spirit drummer raised a finger like a carrot.

"Hmm..." Fu Wenyao's eyes lit up.

Yeah, school ballads.

When it comes to campus, I think of Xiaoyao folk songs, that kind of pure and fresh feeling.

"Speaking of folk songs, it must be the guitar." Fu Wenyao picked up the guitar next to him, plucked it a few times, and then flicked his fingers lightly.

A soothing melody sounded.

"Well, refreshing, slow, juvenile feeling..."

"There's also a harmonica." The keyboard player turned to look through his bag, and took out a folk harmonica.

The clear harmonica sounded, and the refreshing feeling became more obvious.

"Drums?" Black Bear Drummer patted his thigh.

"You don't need a drum, just playing the board is enough." Fu Wenyao patted the guitar lightly.

"Hmm..." Black Bear Spirit's eyes lit up: "Shahammer!"

He shook his head and imitated the sound of brushing with his mouth, as if shaking a maraca.

"Triangle!" The rhythm guitarist stretched out his fingers on the metal bedpost and flicked it lightly. Some long nails scraped the bedpost, and there was a soft "clang".

Several people have been working together for a few months, and with just a few words, there is already a tacit understanding.

With such a simple combination, several people's eyes lit up.

Yes, this is the feeling I want!

melody... melody...

In this world, there are many ways to write songs. For music practitioners, songwriting is work and something that must be completed. They will use many techniques, techniques, and even routines to write songs.

But for Wen Yao and the Black and White band, writing songs is actually a kind of fun.

They have no creative production pressure, and sometimes they don't need so many techniques and so many utilitarianism.

Their music literacy and accumulation will naturally flow out and turn into melodies.

At least, that's how the first line of a song, the first phrase, often comes from.

And this first phrase often constitutes the theme and motivation of a song. On the basis of it, it begins to expand, expand, interpret, and echo... This is technology and skill.

"The melody... the melody..." Fu Wenyao played the guitar, "No, this is too complicated... Keep it simple..."

"It's a little bit worse, a little bit worse..."

"Well, one more sentence..."

After playing like this, Fu Wenyao suddenly saw a shadow flickering in front of the crack of the door.

Fu Wenyao kicked the black bear spirit drummer next to him, and raised his chin towards the door.

The black bear spirit tiptoed to the door of the house and grabbed the doorknob.

Then suddenly pulled it away.

"Wow!" With a sound, someone turned around and ran away.

"Bastard! You actually came to eavesdrop on our songwriting! Don't run away if you have the guts!"

The black bear drummer was so angry that he jumped up and down in the corridor, making the corridor feel like it was shaking.

"You can come and listen to our songwriting if you have the ability!" Wang Haixia is not ashamed but proud, standing at the door of his dormitory with his hips akimbo, in order to protect Xiaobai, I will spare no effort!

"Just wait, we will definitely snatch Teacher Xiaobai!" The black bear spirit continued to ravage the floor of the third floor.

"Go!" Fu Wenyao came out with the guitar on his back, "Let's go to the rehearsal room! Don't give him the chance to eavesdrop!"

A group of people hurried away with guitars and harmonicas on their backs.

"They left?" Zhou Xianting watched Fu Wenyao and the others leave, and asked with wide eyes.

"gone……"

"Great, let's start preparations!" Zhou Xianting hurriedly closed the door, and then Zhao Mo directly sealed the crack of the door with soundproof cotton.

Gu Xiaobai looked blankly at the three busy people, "What are you doing?"

"Of course it's a secret battle!"

"Shh, don't let them hear it!"

"Aren't they gone?"

"Soldiers never tire of cheating, God knows if they have left any spies behind! Zhao Mo!"

Zhao Mo took out something, scanned the whole room, and made an OK gesture.

"Okay, no bugs!"

After confirming that there was no eavesdropping, Wang Haixia was obviously relieved. He put his hands on his hips and said, "Xiaobai, you should know that my little man has never done anything to be sorry for you!"

Gu Xiaobai said: "Yes, last time I asked you to buy me a dumpling with cabbage and pork, but you bought the celery and pork stuffing that I hate the most; the sheep crutches my dad brought last time were obviously only given to you. Two, but you secretly ate four; last time you secretly took pictures of me drooling while I was sleeping and posted them on the Internet; you also used up my shampoo and filled it with body wash..."

Wang Haixia: "..."

Phew, why would I say that to someone with a memory palace!

Also, why would you use a Memory Palace for something like this!
"Stop!" Wang Haixia said, "I mean, the reason why I bet with Brother Yao is because I have the certainty of winning!"

"Well, we must win!" Zhou Xianting nodded.

"Huh? Sure to win?" Gu Xiaobai was at a loss.

"Brother Yao thought he was a young boy by playing the guitar and harmonica, he was so naive!" Wang Haixia laughed.

"True youth, of course..." At this point, Wang Haixia pursed his lips, and with a "woo", a loud whistle sounded, "Of course it's a whistle!"

whistle?Gu Xiaobai's eyes widened.

"Yes, whistle!" Zhou Xianting grinned, showing his upper teeth, half biting his lower lip, and with a "squeak", a loud whistle sounded.

Hey?Gu Xiaobai's eyes were almost one-third the size of his own.

Next to it, Zhao Mo stretched out two fingers, placed them on the tip of his tongue, and blew hard.

"Squeak!" A loud hooligan whistle!

Hey hey hey hey?Gu Xiaobai's eyes had already taken up half of his face.

"The four of us came on stage whistling, what effect do you think will have?" Wang Haixia's eyes sparkled.

Gu Xiaobai thought about it carefully, really!
Four teenagers, carrying schoolbags, hooked their shoulders, whistled, and walked on the campus road.

A gust of wind blows, blows the corners of the boy's clothes, blows the ends of the boy's hair...

Ah, the feeling of youth!
"That... I have a melody, Xiaobai, can you listen to it..." Zhou Xianting grinned, "I wrote it when I was learning ukulele in high school... I thought it sounded pretty good at the time..."

Zhou Xianting bared his upper teeth like a rabbit, looking a little funny.

He moved the position of his tongue, controlled the tone of his voice, and blew out a simple melody.

Soothing, refreshing, and nice to hear!

After Gu Xiaobai heard this, his eyes lit up.

This melody is good!

Next door to 306, a classmate of Gu Xiaobai was holding a huge rice bowl and covering it against the wall.

He listened for a while, took out his phone and sent a message.

Over there, Fu Wenyao took out his phone and glanced at it, showing a strange expression.

"Are they... whistling?"

"Whistling?!" Several other people were shocked.

Can you do this? !
"Lost...lost..." The black bear spirit looked depressed.

"No, I haven't lost yet!" Fu Wenyao clenched his fists.

Can't lose!I will never lose!

　After counting, I still owe thirty chapters to September's acceleration...

　　There seems to be another chapter in Arrow Bamboo, so let's return it first...

　　ORZ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)