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Chapter 350 Professor Wu’s pretense, the fairy was defiled! (Please subscribe)
No. 43, Baojia Street, Xicheng District, Beijing.

Looking at the sign hanging on the left side of the gate, Wu Youde stopped, stood upright and looked at it. This is the number one music palace in the country!
We are here to give a lecture today.

Thinking about it, it feels a bit weird!
Wu Youde looked at the school's sign and smiled, then pushed the car towards the inside...

(The Central Conservatory of Music was established in Tianjin and was not moved to the capital until 1958. A few minor changes have been made here, which will not affect reading.)
The guard at the door saw that Wu Youde was dressed very well, so he politely stopped him and asked who he was and what he was doing here.

Wu Youde told the truth, saying that he was invited by Principal Feng Sicong to teach.

The guard was immediately in awe. After registering his name, he enthusiastically expressed that he would take Wu Youde to the principal's office.

Of course it's good to have someone to lead the way.

Immediately,

Wu Youde followed the guard into the campus of the Central Conservatory of Music. Although the buildings on the campus were not as modern as later generations, they all revealed a simple artistic charm.

Walking along the tree-lined avenues of the campus, I just feel very peaceful...

……

Feng Sicong's office was in a three-story building. When Wu Youde saw him, he was standing in front of the window with a cup of coffee and looking at the campus in the distance, lost in thought.

"Hello, Principal Feng!"

Wu Youde shouted loudly.

Feng Sicong looked back, surprised and happy. He quickly put down the coffee in his hand and walked over to greet him, "Haha, you are here! I was wondering when you would come..."

"Come on, come on, sit down, sit down quickly."

"Tea or coffee?"

Feng Sicong was very enthusiastic, and Wu Youde smiled and said, "Just tea."

Feng Sicong immediately went to make tea.

When he came back, he found a glass bottle on the coffee table, which contained amber liquid, which looked very bright.

"This is?"

"This is Guilingji medicinal wine, a recipe passed down from our ancestors. It has the effects of strengthening the body, nourishing the body, and prolonging life."

Wu Youde blinked and said with a smile: "There is also a very strong effect, you will know this after you drink it.

This medicinal wine was brewed recently. I will bring you a bottle today so you can try it. "

Medicinal wine?

Feng Sicong was stunned, picked up the glass bottle and looked at it carefully.

In the end, he didn't see what was good or bad.

However, he was still very happy to hear what Wu Youde said was true. After all, he could think of himself. You will know the effect after a while.

Feng Sicong laughed and said, "Okay, thank you. I'll take it back and try it."

With that said, he returned to his desk, took a palm-sized pamphlet, and handed it to Wu Youde.

"This is your visiting professor's certificate. You can use it when entering the gate, borrowing books from the library, etc. And here, this is your employment certificate."

A piece of paper similar to a certificate was placed in front of Wu Youde.

Wu Youde raised his eyes and took a look...

At the top is a school emblem, and below are the six black characters of 'Central Conservatory of Music'.

Dear Comrade Wu Youde, in view of... you are hereby invited to serve as a visiting professor at the Central Conservatory of Music, and a letter of appointment is issued.

At the end is a red seal.

……

Wu Youde looked at it carefully and then carefully put it away. Although this thing was not valuable, it was of high quality and the meaning it represented was extraordinary.

Of course you have to keep it, show off later, no, keep it as a souvenir.

"Which class do I teach? Where is the classroom? How many people are in the class?" Wu Youde asked key questions closely related to him.

Feng Sicong said: "You don't have classes."

What?
I don't have a class?

Wu Youde was stunned, but looking at Feng Sicong, he felt that he was not joking.

"I plan to let you teach students in the form of open classes. Anyone who is interested can attend the class. The school will not impose restrictions.

As for the class location..."

Feng Sicong looked at Wu Youde and said with a smile: "It depends on the registration situation. If there are many people who sign up, it will be placed in the auditorium. If there are few people, it will be in the classroom.

Youde, when do you plan to teach? Are you ready? "

It turned out to be the case.

Wu Youde felt that this was quite reasonable, and he said: "Of course you are ready. If not, I will come. Let's teach today.

Your school is too far away, and I don’t want to travel too far.

I will teach a class today to try it out. If everyone’s feedback is okay, I will come back later. If everyone doesn’t like it...

Hehe, that means I have little talent and little knowledge and am not worthy of being a teacher, so I won’t let others mislead me! "

"Haha."

Feng Sicong laughed, shook his head and said: "No, I have full confidence in you.

If we didn’t have a few brushes, how could we write so many popular and well-loved excellent works in a row? "

Wu Youde smiled helplessly.

My heart said you really overestimated me, I really don’t have a brush.

If I hadn't read through the "Collection of Ancient Chinese Music Documents", I definitely wouldn't be here today, and I might not be here at this time next year.

……

ten o'clock in the morning,

A message suddenly appeared on the Central Conservatory of Music’s radio:
Dear classmates, good news!

Teacher Wu Youde, who created many outstanding works such as "My Motherland", "Liuyang River", "Socialism is Good", "We Are All Successors of Communism", "Let Us Swing the Oars", came to our school.

He will publicly share his valuable creative experience at 2 p.m. This is a rare opportunity not to be missed!

Students who want to attend classes can first sign up with the teachers of each class...

When the students in each class who had just finished class heard the news, they all stood stunned on the spot, and then they all started talking excitedly.

"What? Wu Youde is coming to give a lecture?
I really like his song "My Motherland", it's so well written! I must go listen to it this afternoon! "

"I'll go too, I'll go too. I like his song "Liuyang River" better. The lyrics are well written and the music is good. It's really melodious and graceful. It lingers for three days. It's so nice!"

"I heard that he is still very young. He seems to be younger than us. I don't know if it is true. I have to go and have a look in the afternoon..."

"What? Younger than us? Is that impossible? I'm only thirty this year, isn't he even thirty?

Who did you hear this news from? Is it accurate? "

"I heard what Professor Lu said. Last time he and Director Liu were eating and chatting in the cafeteria, I happened to be sitting near them and accidentally heard it.

She said she was only twenty years old..."

"hiss!!!"

Twenty years old? ? ?
Everyone suddenly became numb and gasped.

How can this be?

You are only twenty years old and you have already written so many excellent works?
And he composes the music and writes the lyrics himself, which is really unbelievable and unbelievable!
The classmate saw that the classmates around him didn't believe him, and he suddenly became angry. He shouted: "I heard this with my own ears, and I definitely didn't lie to you!

That's what Director Liu said to Professor Lu at that time. I guarantee that I heard it correctly. What Director Liu said was that he was very young, twenty years old. These six words are absolutely correct! "

"..."

Everyone was speechless and silent.

After a while, someone suddenly said: "Could it be the same name? This Wu Youde is not the other Wu Youde?"

"Huh? Yes, that's a possibility."

"Yes, yes, I think so, it must be the same name, otherwise it would be too evil, wouldn't it?

If he was really twenty years old, then I would have lived in a dog's belly all these years. "

"Oh... why are you talking so much? We can see if we can go see it together in the afternoon?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about his age.

I just want to hear about his experience and how he wrote his works, and how did he write them so well? "

"You're right, let's go together, let's go! Let's sign up!"

The students in the classroom walked towards the teacher's office one by one.

……

Wu Youde is a visiting professor, and it’s his first day here again.

Therefore, there was no office for him, so he just stayed here with Feng Sicong, chatting and talking nonsense. Feng Sicong was well versed in Chinese and Western knowledge, and he was also a man who had studied abroad, so he was well-informed.

His topics were very broad, but Wu Youde was able to pick up on them.

This made Feng Sicong feel that chatting with Wu Youde was very enjoyable and comfortable. The more they chatted, the more interesting and enthusiastic they became. Before they knew it, it was almost noon.

When Feng Sicong heard the bell ringing, he remembered that Wu Youde would give a lecture in the afternoon...

He suddenly felt guilty and asked quickly: "Youde, would you like to write a handout? In case there is a blank in your mind during the afternoon lecture... or there are some omissions.

Don't be afraid of your jokes. When I gave a lecture for the first time, my mind went blank and I forgot all the things I had thought about in advance.

Not only that, I even stumble when I speak...

It will be much better if you have a handout. When you can't remember it or you are nervous, you can look down and look at it to help relieve it.

There are still nearly two hours left, so it’s not too late to write now! "

Wu Youde said thank you very gratefully, and then said confidently: "Brother Feng, don't worry, I guarantee that nothing will go wrong. I have prepared everything that needs to be said.

If I really forget, the worst I can do is just talk nonsense? "

"Hahahaha..." Feng Sicong laughed.

at this time,

A middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit knocked on the door and came in. Seeing him coming, Feng Sicong immediately asked: "Director Liu, are there many students who have signed up?"

"many!"

Director Liu nodded, smiled from ear to ear, and said, "There are two hundred and sixty students in total!"

"so much???"

Feng Sicong was so surprised that he stood up from the sofa with a look of disbelief.

Wu Youde was speechless.

Looking at the surprise on Feng Sicong's face, he was even more speechless.

There are only more than 200 people. Is this too much?
Is this really too much?

In later universities, if any Marxist-Leninist teacher gave a large class, there would be at least 300 people present.

We are Professor Wu now!
Professor Wu, who has written many popular classics that are widely circulated and sung throughout the country!
There are not even 500 people, and Professor Wu’s reputation is too small!
It is also a great disrespect for Professor Wu.

Wu Youde looked at Director Liu and Feng Sicong, who were both looking happy, and thought to himself that you two are too fake, why are you playing me here?
Are you afraid that I will be sad or sad?
"Hahaha……"

Wu Youde laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said openly: "Brother Feng, Director Liu, it's okay, you don't need to comfort me.

It’s okay to have a small number of people. I’m not nervous anymore. I’m still worried that my talent will be limited and my knowledge will be limited, and I will mislead others!

Now, the guilt in my heart has been greatly reduced...

Haha, pretty good. Brother Feng, it’s really okay! "

Director Liu: "..."

Feng Sicong: "..."

The two looked at each other, and then looked at Wu Youde with a strange look on their faces.

It was a mixture of confusion, doubt, surprise, and incomprehension...

Director Liu thought hard and said hesitantly: "Teacher Wu, you just said... it's okay if there are fewer people?"

Wu Youde nodded and was about to speak...

Feng Sicong burst out laughing, pointing at Wu Youde and being speechless. This made Wu Youde feel very confused, and he didn't know what was so funny about it.

He secretly cursed, "Are you crazy because of your frustration?"

Feng Sicong laughed, and Director Liu also laughed.

After laughing for a while, Feng Sicong said: "Youde, you are wrong, I really am not comforting you.

There are so many of these people! Nothing less! "

Wu Youde curled his lips, is this not a lot?

Feng Sicong smiled again: "Do you know how many students there are in our Central Conservatory of Music now?"

"How many?"

"Two hundred and sixty people."

"..."

Wu Youde is crazy!
He felt like he had heard a fantasy. The grandest music hall, the highest music school, only had more than 200 students? ?

This is not a joke!
Seeing his surprise, Feng Sicong explained in detail...

It turns out that this is the Central Conservatory of Music.
The Central Conservatory of Music was re-merged in Tianjin by the National Conservatory of Music (including kindergarten classes), the Music Ensemble of Northeast Lu Xun College of Literature and Art, the Music Department of North China University College of Literature and Art, and the Music Department of National Beiping Art College.

There are only a few students here.

Last year, the Music Department of Yenching University was merged into the college.

This is how it reaches its current size, which is these 260 students.

Today, the college only has four basic majors: composition, piano, vocal music, and orchestral music.

Wu Youde really didn't know this information.

After understanding,

Only then did he understand why Feng Sicong and Director Liu were so excited just now. All the students in the school were coming to listen to Professor Wu's lecture...

His grandma's.

This row of noodles is simply amazing! !
The depression in Wu Youde's heart was instantly swept away, and he felt proud, high-spirited, and full of pride!
"Ha ha ha ha……"

……

Feng Sicong was the host at noon.

I treated Wu Youde to some stir-fried snacks in the college. Since he had to go to class in the afternoon, he didn't drink any wine.

Maybe it's because Principal Feng has a big reputation, or maybe it's because the chef's skills are pretty good.

Anyway,

Wu Youde felt very comfortable eating this meal and it was to his liking.

After dinner,
Feng Sicong invited him to walk around the campus and enjoy the scenery of the college. By the way, he also talked about the plots of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"...

Feng Sicong was very curious about Xiao Longnu, and kept asking Xiao Longnu who she was, what her background was, and how powerful the Tomb Sect’s martial arts were?

Is he number one in the world?
Is there any relationship between the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect and Wang Chongyang?
Will they be lovers? Are there any emotional entanglements?

Ask and ask...ask and ask...

Wu Youde's head was spinning when he asked.

He really wanted to tell Feng Sicong that the little dragon girl who was said to be pure and pure, not to eat the fireworks of the world, and more fairy than the nine-day fairy, one day, one night, under a tree...

She will be beaten by Yin Zhiping, who has mediocre martial arts skills and poor character.

Will watching Feng Sicong feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly for a whole year? ? ?

Thinking of this,

Wu Youde's heart moved. He looked at Feng Sicong and asked, "Brother Feng, what do you think of Xiao Longnu?"

"Good! Very good! The character you created is very good. I like it very much!" Feng Sicong used four good words to describe it.

Wu Youde asked again: "What's so good about it? Use a few words to describe it."

Feng Sicong said without thinking: "The fairy spirit is fluttering! The fairy descends to the earth! The beauty is unparalleled!
She is like the bright moon in the sky and the snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain, holy! "

Wu Youde smiled and said lightly: "What if she is unfortunately violated by a bad person one day?"

"what?"

Feng Sicong turned his head in shock and said in surprise: "Invasion?"

"It's just... being fucked, being tainted, puff... you understand, right??" Wu Youde winked at him.

"..."

Feng Sicong stood blankly on the spot, and his mind couldn't help but think of the scene Wu Youde had painted.

immediately,

His heart was beating wildly, his blood was surging, his pupils were filled with blood, and he was furious! !
He breathed heavily, clenched his fists, stared at Wu Youde with wide eyes, and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to write next???"

"..."

Damn it, your reaction was bigger than I thought.

Wu Youde laughed dryly and said, "No, I just want to hear your opinion."

"call……"

Feng Sicong let out a long breath and relaxed his tense body slightly. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "If you dare to write like this, I will take the whole school to your house for dinner every day!!!"

Depend on!
Your threat is really refreshing and refined.

Wu Youde almost burst out laughing, but when he thought about that scene again, he couldn't laugh anymore. After he finished his lecture in a while, he would be equivalent to the teacher of all students at the Central Conservatory of Music.

Isn't it too much for students to go to the teacher's house for a meal?

If everyone goes, then I won’t be able to refuse even if I refuse...

Why don't you refuse? With so many people, why should his family be eaten?

terrible!
Wu Youde nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, I just thought about it on a whim, and I won't write like this.

This is the Bai Yueguang in everyone's mind, I understand, I understand..."

Seeing that he was serious, Feng Sicong felt relieved, and then warned: "You must remember what you said, and you can't think about it anymore.

You writers really like to have random thoughts in your mind..."

Wu Youde smiled and made up his mind.

During these days, he had been debating whether to write the plot of Xiao Longnu being defiled. He wanted to respect the original work, but he didn't want to respect the original work.

As a reader back then, when he saw the scene in the TV series...

His heart was like a knife, and he was so angry that he wished he could rush into the TV with a kitchen knife and stab Yin Zhiping...

Instead!
But now as an author, he understands that a work has flaws, which is actually better!
Perfect, not the best.

The white jade has slight flaws, but it is even more memorable!
It’s hard to calm down...

Now...

……

(End of this chapter)