Ye Qingyang needs money, and the entire dormitory knows that her mother is ill and needs surgery. The school also organized charity donations some time ago, but since everyone is students, the sum of three hundred and two hundred is not much.

Fang Jing has ten classes a semester and doesn't come to school often so he doesn't know anything about Ye Qingyang's family.

Fu Xiaotang donated the remaining 20,000 yuan from the last time he sold the copyright, which only alleviated his condition. When Fang Jing said in the classroom that the male protagonist had 200,000 yuan, she thought of Ye Qingyang.

When asked if there was any girl in the class who knew how to play the dulcimer, she was the first to say no. In fact, there were, and the purpose was to leave the opportunity to Ye Qingyang.

At seven o'clock, evening self-study begins. Students in other classes are sitting and reading in the classroom. In the musical instrument room, dozens of students line up to prepare for Fang Jing's second round of interviews.

"Everyone, please line up first and come one by one. Otherwise, Teacher Fang won't be able to call someone. I've arranged the order for you. Those whose names are called can come up."

"Teacher Fang, this is the roll call list of the students. I have prepared it. If you have anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Looking at the attentive Fu Xiaotang, Fang Jing's head was filled with black lines. Isn't it time to study in the evening? Why are you here? I don't think I invited you, right? Also, what the hell is Ye Qingyang's name in the first place?

"Teacher, if you have an interview, hurry up. They will all go back to bed later in the evening. Time is tight."

Sighing, Fang Jing said helplessly, "Ye Qingyang."

"arrive!"

"Play one yourself. Where is the dulcimer?"

"Thank you, teacher." After bowing, Ye Qingyang stood in front of the dulcimer, moved his wrists and prepared to strike.

Standing next to Fang Jing, Fu Xiaotang explained with a smile, "The dulcimer is a percussion instrument with a high range, with eight tones, ten tones and twelve tones. It is a test of wrist strength and accuracy. Playing this is really a talent."

"The hand is heavier and the hand is lighter, and what comes out are two completely different tones. It is not like the guitar and piano. It is difficult to get started and even harder to master."

"Look at the two spoons she is holding in her hand. The one is called the hoe, which is used to strike the strings. The sound produced by the strike is very pleasant."

"Last year in the school art week, Qingyang won first place. The director said she was good at percussion and could become a teacher if she practiced for a few more years."

With the chattering in his ears, Fang Jing turned his head expressionlessly, "Should I listen to you or to her?"

"Listen to you, listen to you." Fu Xiaotang shrank his head, smiled bitterly, and took a few steps back.

Fang Jing didn't know much about the dulcimer. He had some knowledge in this area when he wrote the script before. Although he was not a professional, he could still tell the quality from the bad.

Yangqin is a folk music with a long history. It is rarely played as a solo instrument and is mostly used as accompaniment to other instruments. It is a versatile instrument.

“Dong-dong-dong! Dong-dong-dong-dong...

After flexing his wrist, Ye Qingyang began to tap, and what he was tapping was the General's Order. This piece was extremely difficult, and no more than five people in the entire Lihai Music High School could perform it.

It just so happens that she is one of the five, and the others are teachers.

General Order is not his best, but he is definitely the best at suppressing other students. What Fang Jing wants is technique, so she will show off her technique.

The dulcimer has a huge volume, both hard and soft. Under Ye Qingyang's skillful hands, the sound is like tinkling mountain springs when played slowly, and like gurgling water when played fast. The sound is bright and crisp, like big beads falling on a jade plate.

While recording on her phone, Fang Jing listened carefully and nodded from time to time. It seemed that Fu Xiaotang was really not bragging. Her roommate was very skilled.

A few minutes later.

"good!!!"

A loud shout suddenly rang in his ears. Fang Jing was startled and turned around to glare at Fu Xiaotang angrily.

Sticking out his tongue, Fu Xiaotang smiled sheepishly: "I can't help myself, I can't help myself."

"Next, Ma...Wu Dongmei." Fang Jing's emotionless voice sounded, and he did not comment on Ye Qingyang.

"teacher……"

"Just go out after the performance. Don't disturb other people. I will announce the specific results in a few days. Also, anyone who doesn't care, please leave."

As an irrelevant person in Fang Jing's words, Fu Xiaotang curled his lips angrily before he finished speaking, and pulled Ye Qingyang out.

…

Early the next morning, Fang Jing returned to the crew of Operation Icebreaker and was immersed in acting. After finishing filming his scene at 4 p.m., he went straight to the airport and headed to the crew of I Am a Singer-Songwriter.

I found a group of music teachers on the program team and played them the music recorded on my mobile phone yesterday. It was better to leave the review of musical instruments to professionals.

Ten minutes later, after getting the answers he wanted, Fang Jing called the students who had successfully interviewed.

In the backstage lounge, everyone was speechless as they watched Fang Jing make phone calls one after another, all for students.

Wang Sulong was very convinced and said: "Teacher Fang, you are really busy. You are about to go on stage and you still have time to help students correct their homework."

"I have no choice because of the tight schedule. I have to leave as soon as I finish recording the show. The crew and the school can't let go. There are too many things to do."

Hot Dog can't help it. He's so bully. Listen, his tone sounds like he's just coming to compete to deal with them. Although this is the truth, he's not very nervous when he's about to go on stage. He's practiced the song countless times.

To fight with you.

As opponents, can you give us some respect? Can't you be more humble? If you can't, just don't say anything, and everyone will feel better.

"If you are pressed for time, don't..."

"Hey! Ye Qingyang, right? I, Fang Jing, you passed, but your hair is too long and must be cut to shoulder length, is that acceptable? Okay, I'll come back in a few days to find someone to help you style it."

As soon as the hot dog left, he was interrupted by Fang Jing's phone call. He choked back, his face turned red and he was very embarrassed.

"What did you just say?" Fang Jing turned around and asked after hanging up the phone.

"It's okay, you can continue."

Seeing Hot Dog stand up and open the door. Wang Yuan asked with concern: "Brother Dog, where are you going when the game is about to begin?"

"Go to the bathroom."

He doesn't want to stay here anymore. He doesn't want to see Fang Jing every second. He gets angry when he sees this guy. It's a pity that Fang Jing's opponent is not him, otherwise he will have to learn a lesson.

After returning from the bathroom a few minutes later, the machine host announced the rules of the competition. The upper zone challenged the upper zone, and the middle zone and the lower zone fought against each other.

Currently, there are two people in the upper district, Wang Sulong and Yu Wenwen, three people in the middle district, Fang Jing, Hot Dog, and Liang Bo, and Wang Yuan, Zeng Yike, and Chen Yihan in the lower district.

In the three-on-three match in the middle and lower areas, Wang Yuan was the first to appear and called out hot dogs. Chen Yihan and Zeng Yike also used rock-paper-scissors to decide who would choose Fang Jing.

Unfortunately, Zeng Yike was shot. Chen Yihan breathed a sigh of relief. She would rather face The Voice champion Liang Bo than see Fang Jing.

"Brother Dog, I'm coming!" Wang Yuan shouted to the camera, and he came on stage aggressively.

This time he prepared rap!

Ten minutes later, the voting began and Hot Dog was defeated by only four votes and entered the lower district. He was completely numb.

Zeng Yike made her second appearance, choosing Fang Jing. She finished singing in a few minutes and then came back. She basically didn't have high hopes.

In the central area, Fang Jing put down his phone and finally finished explaining the matter.

"Teacher Fang, it's your turn." Liang Bo was tired and kindly reminded him.

"Really? So fast?" When Fang Jing saw that there was no one on the screen, he put his phone in his trouser pocket and trotted up. He saw a call coming from the door behind the scenes.

The staff member twitched his mouth and said, "Teacher Fang, how about I keep it for you?"

"Thank you."

The call was from Luo Yongchang. After answering the call, Fang Jing said quickly: "I have something to do here. Wait for me for a few minutes."

Before anyone could say anything, Fang Jing hung up the phone, turned off his phone and told the staff, "Sorry to trouble you."
Chapter completed!