Although, just tell me if it’s rock and roll enough!

……

"Okay, this is just a short episode, let's continue with the course."

He gave Jing Qinrencai a comforting look, and seeing that the girl nodded as if she had recovered, Hai Mingli continued his lecture.

"That's what we're going to say about this band."

After a pause of a few seconds, Hemingway continued: "First of all, we need to know that... this keyboard player is a psychopath."

Volume 1 Wow! : Chapter 43 The cassock is also yellow, so isn’t it a yellow robe?

"Yes, as the soul of the team, this guy is a psychopath."

Hai Mingli talked freely, "How crazy is he? You will understand after listening to this part."

The strings were pressed by a few skinny fingers, and after a few times of pressing and strumming, the roaring guitar sound immediately swept across the entire classroom. A few guys who had just laughed at Hai Mingli's clothes stopped laughing when they saw that Hai Mingli was really talented.

"Pay attention, listen carefully..."

As if to ask the students to concentrate, he soon played the song of Second Hand Rose according to the music score he remembered.

The music has a fast rhythm and strange melody. Even just repeating the song is not easy, but Hai Mingli plays it freely on the stage as if he is really holding a concert.

Who would have thought that this guy dressed as a monk on the podium would have such talent in music.

Students who did not join the music club naturally did not see Hai Mingli's musical debut. They almost popped their eyes out when they saw Hai Mingli performing on the stage.

"…Too great, Mr. Hai."

In their hearts, a group of students have already praised Hai Mingli to the sky. What's wrong with dressing up as a monk? It's just a little hobby of art students.

If Hai Mingli knew what these students were thinking, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot. Dressing up as a monk is not just a personal hobby, it's a requirement of the damn system!

However, Hai Mingli on the stage naturally didn't know all this. All he wanted to do was finish playing the guitar quickly and then continue bragging to trick the students into listening to Ershoumeigui's songs first.

"Hey...are you distracted?"

Jing Qin Renai patted Hina, and Hina suddenly turned around and looked at the girl. Only then did Hina realize that she had been distracted.

"I?"

Hina looked at Hai Mingli on the stage and murmured, "Mr. Hai has great musical talent. I wonder... when I can reach his level."

"what?"

Jing Qinrencai tilted her head, her tone full of disbelief.

She had just started formally studying music not long ago, and although she was embarrassed to admit it, Hina's musical knowledge was definitely better than hers.

Even she said so. The girl looked at Hai Mingli who was gradually becoming obsessed on the stage. Could this guy really be so powerful?

As the last note ended, Hai Mingli quickly put down the guitar and took a rest. He really wanted to slap himself for writing the song on the spot. Why did he write it so difficult? He almost played it wrong.

"It's like this. The guy who writes the song just needs to write it, but the guy who plays it has to think a lot."

Hai Mingli dispelled the irrelevant thoughts of the team members who had complained for no reason and asked everyone: "After listening to this, do you have anything to say?"

“… Crazy.”

It took a long time for everyone to react. Thinking of Hai Mingli who was gradually becoming crazy during the performance, everyone instinctively associated him with the shaman dance and couldn't help but applaud.

"Mom..."

“Okay, that’s crazy.”

"+Ascension+"

Recognizing Hai Mingli's level and approving the level of abstraction of the music, everyone immediately recognized the teacher standing on the stage and made a break from themselves who were just complaining about Hai Mingli's clothes.

Teacher Hai, you know that we have been fans of Ershoumeigui for a long time.

"Okay, okay, after listening to this, you know why I say the keyboard player is a psychopath, right?"

His hands were already tired from playing, so Hai Mingli quickly asked everyone.

"I know."

A student raised his hand, and Hai Mingli immediately nodded and asked the other person to continue.

"The melody of this song is very strange. This style of music has never appeared in any high school rock band... This shows that the person who wrote the song is definitely a heretic. To put it in an extreme way, he is a psychopath."

Another student answered: "And the lyrics of this song are completely out of the mainstream music now, it is a school of its own... I would like to call it... abstract music."

"besides……"

"..."

A group of students started discussing and analyzing the music from various angles. Hai Mingli looked at everyone silently and was suddenly speechless.

What is this blind analysis?

Why are you doing Chinese reading here? !

Why did Hai Mingli say this song is crazy? Because this song is too difficult to play! Only a crazy person would write such a difficult song!

There are so many reasons!

"Okay, stop, stop!" Hai Mingli helplessly called out to everyone. Is this preaching? What kind of preaching?

It's hopeless, these guys don't like the song at all, they just listen to the abstract lyrics and don't seem to understand it in depth.

The task cannot be completed.

Hai Mingli turned on the system, and in his field of vision, the system task area sent out information.

[You have completed your mission. Now most of the guys in the class are attracted by your songs and are ready to learn more about this band.]

I take back what I said and cut myself off from the last second.

I never expected that this crappy task would actually be completed.

Hai Mingli looked at the tattered robes on his body and suddenly wanted to run to the toilet, take them off and throw them away.

On second thought, this thing was given by the system, and it might have other functions. That’s why Hai Mingli didn’t run to the toilet immediately.

The cassock is also yellow, so isn’t it a yellow robe?

Hai Mingli patted the blackboard and returned to the topic.

"So, when we talk about the band Second-Hand Rose, we have to start with a key figure." Hai Mingli continued, "What I wrote here is "On the Cultivation Method of Second-Hand Rose", but what I actually want to talk about is the establishment of a band."

"The establishment of a band requires a soul figure, and this figure must be outstanding enough, whether it is skills, outstanding looks, or even outstanding personality."

"For example, the soul of Ershoumeigui is an abstract character with an extraordinary personality, and the soul of the band Diamond Stardust is a song about freedom."

"The soul of the band is often related to the style of the band, and the personal style can be easily reflected in the band..."

He wasn't saying this for others to hear. Didn't Hina, who was sitting at the back of the classroom, want to form a band? As a senior who had experienced this, Hai Mingli was happy to pass on this knowledge to her.

He asked Hina to guide Isenai in music, and naturally he would not ask Hinashi to help. The girl would not lose out by exchanging basic music knowledge for the industry knowledge of forming a band.

But how much girls can understand is another matter.

Seeing Hina nodding frequently behind him, Hai Mingli felt extremely relieved. Fortunately, this guy can be said to be a very talented guy.

At this time, he regretted very much why the musician detector had a CD. He really wanted to take a good look at the girl's musical talents.

"Okay, so far..."

"Ding……"

Hai Mingli was just about to announce the end of get out of class when his cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

"Well, classmates, wait a minute..."

When Hai Mingli saw the name on the phone clearly, his face suddenly became nervous.

Dean of studies?

Why did he call himself?

Volume 1 Wow! : Chapter 44 Jing Qin Rencai: I came here today...

"Hiss... yes, yes, yes... okay, okay... I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Hai Mingli returned to the classroom and said to the students in the class: "Everyone, please study quietly in the classroom. get out of class will end after the bell rings."

Thinking of the music club activities that were about to take place, Hai Mingli leaned back to the seat and said to Hina: "Student Hina, please take care of it when the time comes. Go to self-study when it's time, and practice when it's time for your band to practice."

After giving instructions for the matters here, Hai Mingli ran away quickly.

……

A few minutes later, in the teacher's office.

Dean:……

Looking at the young man dressed as a monk in front of him, the dean was stunned at first, and then he was completely confused.

Who is this……

Hai Mingli was about to explain, but the dean waved him off and made a phone call. A few seconds later, Hai Mingli's phone rang.

"…Are you really Hai Mingli?"

Hemingway: ...

"Wait for me."

Hai Mingli left in such a hurry that he forgot to change his clothes. He ran to the bathroom and put his clothes back into the system.

He accidentally glanced at the system warehouse and saw that the props given for completing the task had been put into the warehouse. Hai Mingli glanced at the name and was confused for a moment.

"Information Jiraiya's intelligence network"?

What a bad name!

He didn't look closely at the specific functions. After changing into normal clothes, he quickly ran back to the office.

The Dean of Studies patted Hai Mingli on the shoulder and said with a smile, "That's more like it. I thought something happened to you."

"No, no, I was just giving music lessons to the students."

Hai Mingli explained. When the dean heard what Hai Mingli said, he asked in confusion, "What kind of music class do you teach? Why do you have to wear this kind of clothes to class?"

"…Second-hand Rose."

The dean nodded: "That's fine. Second-Hand Rose is indeed quite crazy. You are wearing the right clothes."

Huh? Hai Mingli couldn't hold it in anymore. Is it really okay for a middle-aged man like you who listens to the Pretty Girls rock band to say something like "Second Hand Rose is crazy"?

How come I remember that part of the audience of my band is you middle-aged and elderly people!

"So...what did you come to me to talk about?"

The topic went too far and Hai Mingli had no idea what the dean wanted to say.

"Okay, no more nonsense," the Dean waved his hand and then shouted, "Do you remember the girl I told you about... Jing Qin Rencai?"

"I know, he's a student in our class," Hai Mingli nodded, and couldn't help wondering in his heart, how did this involve girls?

"It's like this. I once said that this girl's father is an educator. You got the girl into the music club. Her father seemed to have something to say. He asked me to talk to you?"

"Huh? Looking for me?" Hai Mingli was a little confused and asked, "What do you want to see me for?"

"I don't know. He asked me to come along. I guess he wanted to treat me to a meal."

The uncle spoke in a cheerful tone, as if this was a common and normal thing.

But when Hai Mingli heard the news, he found it too weird. What kind of logic is this? Just because he got the girl into the music club, the girl's father came to find him?

tsk...

"Teacher Hai, are you worried about something?"

The dean asked him, and he shook his head helplessly, "No, it's nothing. Whatever you say is true."

Let’s go, let’s go, Hai Mingli sighed. Since it was the dean’s request, he couldn’t just refuse to listen, right?

"Okay, let's go then."

The dean stood up, patted Hai Mingli on the shoulder cheerfully, and then left.

Hai Mingli didn't understand what was going on, but when he saw his leader leaving, he followed him.

……

After a few minutes' drive, Hai Mingli got out of the car in front of an independent villa.