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In the conference room.

Shen Weimin looked past the crowd and at Xiao Zhang in the corner.

"Xiao Zhang, are there any musical instruments readily available in the yard?"

Suddenly being called out by name, Xiao Zhang felt a jolt.

He's still in a daze.

Fang Yu just asked him to send the message "Finished writing".

He stared at the input box for almost a minute, but didn't dare to press send.

This is a CCTV-level cultural project.

Ten minutes to finish the exam?

Rounding down is no different from open provocation.

He had even thought about what expression he should make when he took the scolding for Fang Yu.

But who could have imagined it?

As soon as the conference room door opened, these cultural giants, after reading the lyrics, not only didn't reprimand anyone, but instead eagerly inquired about the melody.

Xiao Zhang quickly snapped out of his daze.

"Director Shen, there's one in the staff cultural activity room!"

"There's an old Kawai piano there, the one the choir in the courtyard usually uses for rehearsals, but it hasn't been tuned for months..."

"As long as I can make a sound!"

Old Zhou didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all. He slapped his thigh and stood up abruptly.

"Lead the way, hurry up!"

As soon as he moved, all the senior experts around the conference table stood up as well.

He discarded the thermos and stuffed his reading glasses into his pocket.

Tang Huaiyuan strode to Fang Yu's side and grabbed his arm with his large hand.

"Xiao Fang, let's go, let's go now!"

A group of people quickly surrounded Fang Yu, sandwiching him in the middle, and rushed out the door.

Fang Yu was being half-pushed and half-supported by several old men, and his steps were almost unsteady.

"No, teachers, could we slow down a bit?"

He looked helpless.

"I went to play the piano and sing, not to be taken to the Meridian Gate to be beheaded. It can't be that bad, it really can't be that bad!"

No one ignored him.

Old Zhou thought he was walking too slowly, so he gave him a push from behind.

The conference room door was suddenly pulled open.

A group of people rushed into the corridor, their footsteps thumping loudly.

……

At the end of the corridor.

Liu Yifei sat on the bench, holding Fang Yu's coat in her arms, her fingertips unconsciously pinching the cuffs.

She glanced down at her phone.

Thirty-two minutes.

There was no sound from inside.

She felt increasingly uncertain.

She had read the lyrics Fang Yu wrote.

She liked them very much and knew that those few lines of poetry had a very high artistic conception.

But the people sitting inside weren't ordinary program directors and music producers.

Those were a group of true cultural giants!

The number of top-tier works they've reviewed is probably more than the number of songs an average singer has sung in their entire life.

Just as I was lost in thought, a loud bang suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.

"Clang!"

The two thick wooden doors suddenly opened.

Liu Yifei jumped up, quickly walked to the door, and peeked over there.

The next second, she froze.

Fang Yu walked in the very middle of the group.

Tang Huaiyuan was on the left, and Lao Zhou was on the right.

Shen Weimin led the way from the side.

A group of elderly men with white hair followed behind them.

Fang Yu was practically being carried forward by them.

Anyone unaware of the inside story would definitely think this was a large-scale escort operation.

Liu Yifei quickly went to greet her.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Fang Yu was forced to stride forward when he looked up and saw her tense expression, and he stopped in his tracks.

As soon as he stopped, several elderly men next to him were also forced to brake suddenly.

Fang Yu didn't rush to explain, but turned to look at Shen Weimin and raised an eyebrow.

Shen Weimin followed his gaze and looked at Liu Yifei.

His tense expression finally relaxed, revealing a hint of amusement.

"What's wrong?"

"Comrade Xiao Fang, when you go to audition for a demo, shouldn't you bring your muse with you?"

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding veteran experts all realized what was happening.

They're all seasoned foxes, who wouldn't understand this?

They had all read Xiao Zhang's field trip notes over the past two days.

Fang Yu led Liu Yifei on a stroll through the renovation area, side halls, and palace gardens.

It doesn't look like a proper field trip at all; it looks more like a paid romance using a CCTV project as a cover.

The old men originally had strong opinions about this matter.

But things are different now.

After reading the song's divine lyrics and then looking at Liu Yifei standing in front of them, the veteran experts' expressions changed instantly.

"Ouch!"

Tang Huaiyuan immediately loosened Fang Yu's sleeve, and a kind smile instantly bloomed on his face.

"Is this the girl who accompanied Xiao Fang to the palace to find inspiration?"

Old Zhou nodded repeatedly beside him, with an "I see" expression.

"No wonder he can write such good lyrics in ten minutes."

"This girl has a natural talent!"

The history consultant adjusted his glasses and added in a literary style.

The ancients said that a beautiful woman adds fragrance to one's life, and they were absolutely right.

Several elderly gentlemen surrounded Liu Yifei, scrutinizing her.

Four words were clearly written in his eyes—

Love me, love my dog.

Liu Yifei was completely dumbfounded.

A muse for inspiration? A beautiful woman to add fragrance to one's life?

No, weren't you guys just seriously reviewing the manuscript inside?

How did the scene suddenly turn into a blind date?

She hugged her coat tightly, and the base of her ears quickly turned red.

"Director Shen, you must be joking..."

Fang Yu, on the other hand, wasn't embarrassed at all.

"It's only because Director Shen understands me."

He grinned and casually patted the coat in Liu Yifei's arms.

"Let's go listen to it together."

Shen Weimin did not stop him.

However, he took a step forward, his expression turning serious again.

"The lyrics have passed the initial review; now it's time to test the music."

Liu Yifei suddenly raised her head, her eyes widening slightly.

Passed?

Did Fang Yu's ten-minute writing really pass through the hands of these top domestic experts?

She glanced at Fang Yu instinctively, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Shen Weimin continued to instruct:

"Xiao Liu, you can listen in on the class."

"But let's make the rules clear first."

"No photos, no recordings."

"Not a single word of the lyrics or melody can be revealed before the official confirmation."

"I see."

Liu Yifei nodded immediately.

She knew better than anyone the confidentiality requirements for this kind of project.

Fang Yu raised her chin, her eyes filled with undisguised smugness.

"Let's go, fairy sister."

"Today I'll show you what it means to hear celestial music and have your ears instantly clear."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him, and the urge to praise him vanished instantly.

This person hasn't even officially started singing yet, and their tail is already practically wagging up to the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

……

Led by Xiao Zhang, the group hurried through the narrow passage.

A few minutes later, the door to the staff cultural activity room was pushed open.

A strong smell of camphor balls mixed with dust wafted over.

The room wasn't big.

A black Kawai upright piano sits by the window.

It has indeed been around for quite some time.

A thin layer of dust covered the piano lid, and two choral scores with curled edges were placed next to it.

Xiao Zhang reacted the fastest.

He rummaged through his bag for wet wipes, rushed over, and hurriedly wiped the piano bench and keys clean.

"Xiao Fang, take a look, is this piano any good?"

Old Zhou stood to the side, rubbing his hands together, his tone urgent.

Fang Yu didn't stand on ceremony and strode over to sit down steadily on the piano bench.

He reached out and lifted the red woolen dust cover, placing his index finger on the center C and tapping it lightly.

Ding--

The voice was slightly dry.

Fortunately, the pitch was not significantly off.

Fang Yu quickly glided through several registers on the left and right, and immediately felt confident.

"It's alright, it works."

He said he stretched his wrists and placed his ten fingers on the piano keys.

next second.

A series of smooth chromatic scales cascaded down from the high register.

Each grain is distinct and incredibly smooth!

Several music coordinators and consultants looked up at the same time and exchanged glances.

No one said a word.

But in my heart, I have only one thought:

This young man has something in his hand.

"cough."

Fang Yu gently stopped what he was doing.

His gaze swept over Shen Weimin and several senior experts, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Shall we begin?"

Director Shen nodded emphatically.

"Let's begin."

Fang Yu looked away.

He slowly raised his hands, hovering them quietly above the black and white piano keys.

With fingers slightly bent, long shadows fell on the white keys.

In the activity room, only the sound of the wind rushing past the palace walls outside the window could be heard.

One second. Two seconds.

next moment.

Both hands fell.

The first set of deep, resonant chords boomed through the room.