Professor Zhang doesn’t care what Qiao Jiao is feeling.

He still remembered just now, a professor who finished Ma Si class was complaining in the group that Qiao Jiao ran to his class to make trouble.

If the professor knew that he had given him this breath, he would probably thank him.

"Okay, it's been a lot of time. Just call the name and hand over the homework assigned to you during the winter vacation first."

"I will watch every video from behind when I'm playing you later. The main task of this class is to check your winter vacation homework."

After Professor Zhang finished speaking, several girls hiding in the corner of the back began to get upset.

"What should I do? I forgot about this."

"Or why don't we hand over a piece of white paper and just don't write the name."

"No, if Professor Zhang has a list, we will be miserable."

"It's still like this...no wonder I didn't name it."

Qiao Yang heard the whispers of the girls in the back row, but he was not in the mood to care about these girls now.

Qiao Jiao actually came to listen to Professor Zhang's composition class, which was beyond his expectations.

My old man used to tie him to the piano, and this guy could twist and slip away like a bug.

It is harder to let him learn piano and write music scores than to reach the sky, otherwise the old man would not have placed his hope on him.

It would be fine if he came, but he actually brought Xiaoyu over.

Qiao Yang secretly took a look at the music score he had stuck in the book.

I had planned to ask Professor Zhang before, whether there are any shortcomings in his music score.

Now I just hope that Professor Zhang will not notice him.

Whether a song is good or not is useless, and you have to play it out to know.

I am afraid that Professor Zhang will let him go up and play the piano.

It’s not that he is afraid of being embarrassed, he is still a little confident in his score.

I'm afraid that Xiaoyu will hear it.

The score is transmitted from the back row to the front layer by layer.

Qiao Yang is ready to not hand over the score.

At this time, his smart watch rang.

Qiao Yang didn't want to pay attention. Even if it was a mission, it would probably be a serious mission with Xiaoyu present.

"Hey, Qiao Yang read the information." Qiao Jiao whispered Qiao Yang in half of the classroom.

Qiao Yang looked down at the smart watch.

Qiao Jiao: Have you also written a score? I saw that there was paper in your book to let this old man Zhang see how powerful our Qiao family is.

Bah, I want to show off why I didn’t learn piano and composing myself.

When Qiao Yang saw the message, his eyes looked at Qiao Yang full of contempt.

This small move happened to be captured by Professor Zhang.

"Student, what's your name? I don't seem to have seen you before." Professor Zhang had already walked to Qiao Yang.

Out of politeness, Qiao Yang had to grow up, "My name is Qiao Yang, I am a transfer student who just transferred from Capital University this year."

"oh?"

"Professor, you should be able to find my academic records on your computer."

"That's right, but my computer is not connected to the Internet." Professor Zhang glanced at the computer used to play the projector next to the piano, and then turned around and noticed the scores in Qiao Yang's textbook.

"Did you also write a music score that I can see?"

Of course not!

Qiao Yang wanted to refuse, but doing that would mean that there would be no silver here.

Just as Professor Zhang's finger was about to touch the score, a thought flashed through his mind.

Additional learning space!

Suddenly, everyone around disappeared, leaving Qiao Yang alone sitting in the empty classroom.

In front of them were there textbooks and music scores he brought over.

Qiao Yang hurriedly took out his pen, turned over the music score, and started writing the first draft of yesterday at the back.

Although I may be sorry for my roommate, there is no other way now.

An hour passed quickly in the study space. Qiao Yang checked the score and felt that it was a score that could be seen, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

quit!

"It's written, but time is in a hurry. I hope the professor doesn't mind." Qiao Yang handed the score he wrote to Professor Zhang face up.

Professor Zhang took the score, touched the notes on the paper with his fingers, and was stained with the ink marks of the signature pen.

"It's hasty enough, and I haven't even finished writing."

"Haha, I can't buy my pen well, I'll change one next time." Qiao Yang agreed, feeling secretly careless.

Next time, it should be better to speed up the processing.

...

After this small storm, all the scores were put away.

The history of foreign classical music began to play on the projection screen in the classroom. Professor Zhang sat at the computer desk and began to review the music scores handed over by the students.

Qiao Yang's music score was placed separately on the corner of the table.

Whenever he sees a good music score, Professor Zhang will pick it up and compare it with Qiao Yang.

It seems like I want to know if there is any gap between the students I teach compared to those of Capital University.

The three people in Qiao Yang's dormitory sat in the back row and saw this scene, they couldn't help but cover their faces.

The three of them thought at the same time:

If I had known this would happen, I would not allow Qiao Yang to sit in the front row even if I sat in the front row.

As the video ended, Professor Zhang also read all the scores.

The scores of Zhao and Huo and the other two were unsurprisingly opened up aside just like Qiao Yang's score.

"Some people may have had too much fun during the Chinese New Year and forgot the homework I assigned."

As soon as Professor Zhang opened his mouth, the girls in the last row lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the professor.

"But I know that temporary remedies are still good, but I can't copy other people's music scores or write a piece of music scores together, and then modify the details separately."

"Zhao Huo, Yao Shun, Jiang Fan, you stand up." Professor Zhang was not polite and called him directly, "Are you from the same dormitory as Qiao Yang?"

The three of them remained silent, which was equivalent to default.

"I'm copying Qiao Yang, I still know a little about your level."

He had been caught and the three of them could only nod and admit it.

"I won't punish you anymore. You four will decide who will come up and play the music score." Professor Zhang Qiao Yang's score, and the first draft written by him and Qiao Yang.

"Don't ignore it. Before you want to imitate and learn, you should first imitate something like something. Then you can write those music scores that are not like it. Don't say it's my students when you go out."

"Professor, let me play it. I took the initiative to help them." Qiao Yang also stood up. After all, he changed his mind temporarily and handed over the first draft.

Zhao Huo and Yao Shun originally complained that Qiao Yang lied to them in the morning, but when he saw that Qiao Yang was willing to blame them, he secretly gave him a thumbs up.

Enough loyal.

"That's fine, you three sit down and listen. This is also a kind of learning." Professor Zhang did not continue to make things difficult for the four people, raised his hands and pressed them down, allowing the other three people to sit down.

Without hesitation, Qiao Yang walked directly to the piano in the classroom and sat down.

He didn't take the music score in Professor Zhang's hand, and wrote it twice and each note had been remembered in his mind.

As the prelude sounded, the pleasant sound of the piano began to echo in the classroom.

The brisk melody seemed to bring them all back to their childhood. At that time, they were innocent and could always find things that made them happy in life.

As the pace becomes tighter, the tension in junior and senior high school learning emerges with memories.

Further down, a few high-pitched scales shocked their spirits, and there seemed to be an inexplicable momentum in their bodies.

"Yeah, although it's a bit more concise, it's not bad, it's a bit frivolous." Professor Zhang was not stingy with his praise. Just from Qiao Yang's skillful piano playing, he understood that this person was not a monk halfway.

There is nothing to be ashamed to lose to a child who has been studying hard since childhood.

As the song is about to end, Professor Zhang casually flips through the score in his hand, intending to return the score to Qiao Yang, and say a few more words to end today's class.

But he found that there was a music score on the back of the score, and his eyes lit up.

"Qiao Yang, sit there and wait a moment." The more Professor Zhang read another song, the more interesting it felt.

"You play this song again." Put the music score on the back directly on the piano, and Professor Zhang looked at Qiao Yang with great sincerity.

“…”

Qiao Yang looked at the music score he modified last night, and sweat oozed out of his head.

He just wanted to ask Professor Zhang for advice in private.

I never thought that when Xiaoyu was still there, I would play it in public.
Chapter completed!