I Just Want To Be a Little Fresh Meat

Haichuan University, Auditorium.

This time, it was the fourth time Fang Bei had stood here.

The first time I was looking for Ren Jia, the second time was to sing the song "Dream Pursuing My Heart", and the third time was to recruit actors who talked about Journey to the West.

Unlike before, Fang Bei was obviously more nervous this time.

Even at the welcome party, Fang Bei hadn't been so nervous.

At the welcome party, he still sang that song anyway.

But this time, what he has to do is lecture.

He doesn't know this at all!

You say, can he not be nervous?

Fang Bei, standing on the podium at this moment, looked at the ebony crowd below, swallowing involuntarily a few times in his throat.

The students in the audience stared wide-eyed and waited for Fang Bei to start his lecture.

For a while, the scene was strangely quiet.

"Hello classmates!"

Finally, Fang Bei waved to everyone, and greeted everyone with a stiff smile.

"Hello, Teacher Fang."

The students also responded enthusiastically to Fang Bei.

However, Fang Bei didn't know what to say after saying hello.

The scene fell into silence again.

Hey.

Fang Bei feels a little uncomfortable, he really can't teach!

After the scene was quiet for about a minute, the students began to whisper below.

"What's the matter, why doesn't Teacher Fang still teach?"

"I don't know, what does he mean by staring at us all the time."

"Is he watching us?"

"Observe what we do, we are here to listen to the class."

"I don't know, it's weird!"

"Yeah, I feel a little embarrassed."

......

At this time, Fang Bei knew that he could not help but speak.

Otherwise, he will be even more embarrassed.

"Hello classmates, my name is Fang Bei, everyone should know me. After all, I have come to our school many times."

Finally, Fang Bei started his awkward chat journey.

"Yes, I've also participated in the audition of Journey to the West!"

"Yes, you are hot now."

......

To Fang Bei's surprise, the feedback from his classmates was very enthusiastic.

At least, no one will answer the call.

"Well, since you all know each other, I won't introduce myself much. This time I came to our Haichuan University, and I was mainly invited by President Song to come over to give lectures.

Actually, I have to confess one thing to everyone, I don't know how to teach at all. Moreover, I don't know anything about creation at all.

So, if there is something bad about it today, please forgive me. "

Looking at everyone, Fang Bei said to everyone very sincerely.

It's just that everyone reacted after listening to what Fang Bei said.

That is, don't believe it.

Yes, they didn't believe Fang Bei's words at all.

You can't teach?

Well, we can barely believe this.

But what do you mean by not creating?

Since we knew you, how many songs have you written, don't you have any idea?

Chasing a dream with a heart, courage, invisible wings, a person like me, that girl, lonely sandbar is cold, when will the bright moon come, and the unreleased "After" by Zhou Tianhou.

Tell me, you have written so many great songs in just six months of your debut.

You said, you can't create?

Say this, do you believe it yourself?

Just ask if you believe it? !

Standing on the podium, Fang Bei could naturally see the reactions and expressions of everyone.

When he saw that everyone's faces were filled with disbelief and you were pretending to be forceful, Fang Bei's heart was desperate.

have to.

If you don't say it, you don't believe it.

"Ahem, in fact, what I said is true, I don't emphasize this point. Okay, then we will officially go to class next."

Fang Bei coughed dryly, trying to relieve the embarrassment.

At the same time, he also thought about it, he was ready to talk casually.

Anyway, he doesn't know how to lecture, so he just confuses him when he talks casually.

After the end, everyone went back to each house and looked for each mother.

Anyway, there won't be another time.

"Well, let me tell you about a few songs I've written. As for the knowledge in the textbook, I won't talk about it."

Fang Bei glanced at everyone again, and then prepared to talk about the songs he had already written.

As for textbook knowledge, he didn't even know.

Therefore, the sentence just after is actually nonsense.

When the students in the audience listened to the songs Fang Bei was about to compose, their eyes suddenly lit up. Is it finally about to start?

Some students even opened their notebooks and prepared to record what Fang Bei said.

"Actually, writing songs is very simple. First of all, you have to think about the type of song you want to write.

Then, you will fill in the words according to the determined type.

Well, that's probably it. "

What Fang Bei said were all the steps he took to carry the songs.

First, choose the genre of the song, whether it’s pop music, rock, or folk songs.

Then, select the songs that meet the conditions in this range and write them silently.

Then, one song is completed.

The whole process is that simple.

However, after Fang Bei finished speaking, the students in the audience were stunned.

What the hell?

That's it?

Can they not know this?

Moreover, what you are talking about is too simple.

Some students who were preparing to take notes were stunned for a while, not knowing where to write.

Fang Bei looked at everyone's blank faces, and knew that what he said was too simplistic.

But that's what he usually does!

"Ahem, it may be a little simple, then I will talk more about it."

Fang Bei became a little embarrassed again after seeing everyone's blank face.

"Well, let me ask you a few questions. This classmate, I want to ask you, if you write a song, what type of song do you want to write, is it love songs, folk songs, or rock music?"

After scanning around, Fang Bei ordered a girl in a floral skirt.

"Ah, I, if I write songs, I want to write love songs."

"Love songs? Very good. It's not the type of song we write. After determining the type of song, we have to think about how to write it.

By the way, this classmate, if you write love songs, what do you want to write? "

which aspect?

When the girl in a floral skirt was asked this question, her brows frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Seeing that the other party was thinking and didn't answer immediately, Fang Bei didn't worry, waiting there quietly.

This situation is very comfortable, after all, time is constantly losing.

But what Fang Bei wants is this effect. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"I want to write about the campus."

After thinking about it for about half a minute, the girl in a floral skirt spoke.

Love songs about campus?

Thinking of this, Fang Bei quickly thought about the relevant songs in his mind.

Not bad, he thought of a few songs.

"So, do you want the lyrics to be beautiful or a little realistic and sad?"

What Fang Bei was doing at this time was to guide each other step by step, and then narrow the scope.

Then, he knows which song he should move out.

"Sad."

Sad?

Upon hearing this, Fang Bei thought of a song he liked.