Debut After Eight Years

　　 Wang Qian wants to teach Professor He how popular his hot pot restaurant is...

　　 "Professor He, let's forget the professor of Yangyin."

　　 Wang Qian turned down the professor’s invitation for assessment in a low voice: "I can go to today's performance."

　　 It's not that he doesn't think he is qualified.

　　 but.

　　 He thought he might not have time.

　　 He Chaohui asked: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to pass the test?"

　　Exciting generals?

　　 The old man does not take this trick.

　　 Wang Qian smiled and shook his head: "Hehe, no."

　　 He Chaohui: "What's the reason for that? Do you just bury your talents like this?"

　　 Wang Qian shook his head again: "I haven't buried my talents either, I'm already preparing to debut."

　　 He Chaohui also shook his head: "You should have a higher pursuit!"

　　 Wang Qian: "Pop music is not a higher pursuit? Professor He..."

　　 He Chaohui stopped talking, and glanced at Jiang Yu and Murongyue next to him again: "I won't fight with you now. However, my invitation to you will be reserved for one year. Please consider it carefully."

　　 Wang Qian: "Thank you Professor He."

　　 He Chaohui: "Don't thank me, just go change clothes with me, you are too conspicuous like this."

　　Wang Qian thought he was here to be an audience, so he dressed casually, which is indeed very different from those in suits and dresses.

　　 Although Wang Qian is casual, but he doesn't want to be a stranger, so he nodded in agreement, and borrowed a piece of clothing to change it as He Chaohui went to the back.

　　 just came out.

　　 A middle-aged man in a suit came to He Chaohui and glanced at Wang Qian curiously: "Director He, this is the Wang Qian you strongly recommend?"

　　 He Chaohui nodded: "Yes, he is Wang Qian! Wang Qian, this is Mr. Yang Jiansen, the director of the Magic Music Piano Department."

　　 Wang Qian stretched out his hand and shook Yang Jiansen: "Hello, Director Yang, this is Wang Qian."

　　 Yang Jiansen looked very polite, and after shaking hands politely, he asked, "Where did Mr. Wang graduated?"

　　 Wang Qian told the truth: "Beiying!"

　　 Yang Jiansen was surprised: "Beiyin? Beijing Conservatory of Music?"

　　 His eyes are a little puzzled. The Beijing Conservatory of Music is not as good as Yangyin and Moyin. Why does Chaohui recommend Wang Qian for this reason, so he will not hesitate to let his daughter who graduated with Yangyin quit the show?

　　 Wang Qian corrected: "No, it's the Beijing Film Academy!"

　　Yang Jiansen was silent. He looked at Wang Qian carefully, and then looked at He Chaohui suspiciously: "Director He, what he said is true?"

　　 He Chaohui nodded: "Yes, he graduated from the Performing Department of Beijing Film Academy."

　　 Yang Jiansen frowned slightly, and looked at Wang Qian's gaze: "Where did Mr. Wang learn the piano?"

　　 Wang Qian is still honest: "Teach yourself!"

Yang Jiansen turned his head to look at He Chaohui again: "Director He, is he joking, or are you joking? Do you know how important today’s exchanges are to us? Professor Dawson of Curtis College is a world-renowned grand pianist who composes music. Home, if it leaves him with a bad impression, the reputation of our entire Chinese music industry in the world will drop by a notch."

He Chaohui’s eyes and Yang Jiansen looked at each other, and said affirmatively: “That’s why I strongly recommend Wang Qian to perform on stage. It is also to enhance our reputation, and I trust him. Have you heard the song I played yesterday? Haven’t you been Are you inquiring about the name and author? It is him, the name of the song is Wang Qian's Tenth Etude!"

　　 Yang Jiansen looked at He Chaohui with wide eyes, and then at Wang Qian with questions.

　　 Wang Qian smiled modestly: "I picked the name casually, Director Yang laughed!"

　　 Yang Jiansen asked: "Is it really a piece of music you composed? Did you teach yourself the piano?"

　　 Wang Qian’s eyes and Yang Jiansen’s eyes met each other: “Yes, I created it in my spare time. I taught myself music and piano at home!”

　　 Yang Jiansen was silent for a few more seconds, digesting this information.

At this moment, he saw a line of formal foreigners walking in from the side entrance. The leader was a thin old man with pale hair. He immediately looked at He Chaohui and said, "Director He, I hope your choice is correct." Wang Qian "Mr. Wang, behave well. If you are really interested in music and piano, after we have finished our talk, I can give you a place to listen to the magic piano department. If you pass the exam later, I will give you a formal award Diploma."

　　 Wang Qian smiled: "I will try my best. If you listen, forget it, I have been busy lately and may not have time. Thank you, Director Yang."

　　 Yang Jiansen took a deep look at Wang Qian, then turned around with a smile, and stretched out his hands to greet the white-haired and thin old man and the group: "Professor Dawson, Professor Carl, sit here."

　　 Yang Jiansen was the host, and the group of people who came to the exchange came to sit down.

　　 A total of ten people came.

　　The leading Professor Dawson is a veteran professor from the Curtis Institute of Music, a world-renowned pianist, composer, and conductor. He is also a big name in the Curtis Institute.

　　 There is a man and a woman sitting next to Dawson. They have brown hair, blue eyes, and sharp features. They are tall and handsome as Westerners, but they are not very old, that is, they are in their twenties.

　　 The woman turned out to have black hair, fair skin, purple eyes, and a soft sense of facial features. At first glance, she was of mixed blood, and she was of Eastern descent, and she was only about twenty years old.

　　 These two are the students who Dawson brought to China, Jason, Taylor, and the top students of Curtis College. Sitting there, they have their own auras, and almost all the eyes behind them are on them.

　　 Even a group of people from Berkeley College sitting on the other side of Professor Dawson seemed a little bleak.

　　 He Chaohui also went forward and said a word to Professor Dawson, but Dawson didn't reply, his face was expressionless throughout, and he did not respond to anyone else's words.

　　 However, Yang Jiansen, He Chaohui, and Peng Donghu from Zheyin were not upset. They were very happy to meet Dawson.

　　Professor Carl from Berkeley College said in English: "Several guys, can the performance begin?"

　　 Yang Jiansen, as the host, nodded to Dawson in tribute, and then replied to Carl: "Of course, time will come soon. I hope you all have a good day."

　　 Carl: "I hope so too!"

　　 Karl said to a tall young man next to him: "Mike, wait for you to play the storm!"

　　Berkeley all looked at Professor Carl.

　　 Mike smiled and said, "Professor, do you want them to open their eyes?"

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　　 Mike, now it's just a graduate student in the piano department at Berkeley College.

　　 However, in fact, his level is enough to apply for a doctoral degree, or even stronger. It is the highest level among several Berkeley students, and he is relatively well-known in the piano field of North America.

　　 Carl looked at Mike and asked easily, "Can you do it?"

　　 Mike shrugged: "Sir, I look forward to their expressions."

　　 Carl smiled: "I will pay attention."

　　 Dawson glanced at Carl and Mike, and then said to those around him: "Taylor, you are on stage too."

　　Taylor asked: "Professor, don't we have no performance?"

　　 Dawson: "Now there is it!"

　　Taylor nodded obediently: "Okay."

　　 Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are disputes.

　　 The so-called communication, in essence, is actually a comparison with each other!

　　 Since I represent the name of Curtis Academy here.

　　 Then, the glory that belongs to the Curtis Academy cannot be lost.

　　 Mike looked at Taylor and smiled: "Taylor, I look forward to your performance. I think these Chinese people will be shocked. Of course, the premise is that they can understand your music."

　　Taylor didn’t look at the other person, but just faintly replied: "Thank you!"

Gone.

　　 Mike was a little disappointed, knowing that the other party didn't like him at all, so he cleared up his mood and stopped paying attention to the genius and beautiful girl of Curtis Academy, and looked on the stage.

　　 A young man from the magic piano department has walked onto the piano in the middle of the stage and left.

　　The performance has officially started.