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The smell of gunpowder bloomed the moment countless languages appeared on the screen at the same time!
Korean: "China has finally opened up the Asia-Pacific Forum! Are you preparing for the great Koryo Dynasty to take first place?"
Hua Guoyu: "???I wonder where the face comes from? Are Teacher Kong Fang's songs good?"
Fang Layu: "Come on!! Give it back to Kong Fang... What can a music scene that dares not integrate with Asia-Pacific cultivate?"
In Bagan: "The only country in the entire Asia-Pacific that protects the entertainment industry is China. Don't show your music god to embarrass yourself!"
Great idiom: "Asia Pacific Entertainment Network has announced all the names of Leshen. I just searched for Kong Fang."
"The result...hahaha!"
"Isn't this a little brat?"
The Korean didn't speak.
The Japanese didn't speak either.
Fang Layu: "I saw it too, nineteen years old!! Haha, is there no one left in China?"
Silla language: "I am not responsible for predictions. I can only find the name of the Chinese music god in the last ten."
"Oh! I forgot, the last ten will be banned from the title of God of Music. Then won't there be no God of Music in China in the future? Haha!!"
Nine o'clock.
The Asia-Pacific Music Festival has reached the top of the search rankings!
Ten o'clock.
The Weibo posts of Zhao Ziluo, Zhulin Tingyu, and Yan Guo Liuhen exploded! !
He was writing a song when Liu Feier told him the news. I took the time to take a look.
Fuyurihe: "Teacher! Tell us quietly, how are you preparing the song?"
Shen Feiyan: "Now the Asia-Pacific forum is full of people who criticize you, saying that you were selected through the backdoor!"
"I recommend songs to them and they don't want to listen to them, or they tell me the songs you bought! My lungs are about to explode!"
After a few casual glances, he closed the page.
He looked at the computer in front of him calmly.
On the computer, eight songs are arranged.
"Finally finished."
This is his music box!
I finished writing it long ago.
But arranging these pieces of music required the use of a large number of Chinese-style musical instruments, and it took fifteen days to complete them all.
"Indifferent people." He couldn't help singing softly: "Thank you for once looking down on me."
"Let me have it so I can have a good story to tell."
Submit, send!
This is the position of the four emperors of the Asia-Pacific music scene.
The enemy who is defeated will be able to advance.
Why can't he!
Ten minutes after sending it, a phone call came immediately.
It's Li Mingxuan.
"Teacher Kong Fang, you... wrote it correctly?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Music box! Music box!" Li Mingxuan said hurriedly: "Eight S-level songs! Four S+ songs!"
"If you make a mistake, rewrite it quickly!"
“Once it’s sent out, there’s no chance to change it!”
He didn't say so.
But Zhao Ziluo knew it as soon as he heard it.
It's written S.
But if you sing a song that is not an S-level song, it will be embarrassing in front of billions of people!
He can't lose face like this.
China cannot afford to lose this face!
"Don't worry, the level I wrote will be the level and it won't be changed."
On the other side of the phone, Li Mingxuan felt his lips were dry and his Adam's apple was moving hard.
So far, they have received music boxes from twenty music gods.
But he’s the only one with all the S’s!
Even Kim Hae Jung’s music box is only one of the six S’s, S+!
The mood is extremely complicated. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said: "According to logic, if you send it over, we must synchronize it to the Asia-Pacific Network immediately."
"I've delayed you for ten minutes, no more!"
"Since you insist...then I hope you won't regret it."
Putting down the phone, he looked at the mailbox with mixed feelings.
Eight S.
Four songs S+!
How can this be!
He has been working in Shanghai for almost a month.
We’ve seen enough “music monsters”!
He basically has no hope that the geese passing by will leave traces or the bamboo forest will listen to the rain. I just hope they can stay in the top thirty!
"But Teacher Kong Fang..." He sighed, gritted his teeth and sent the email to his assistant.
hair!
Since he is so confident!
Whether it is a blessing or a disaster, since he has chosen, he must bear the responsibility!
…………
Night, ten o'clock.
Qinhai Conservatory of Music.
A red-haired classmate was chatting online on the Asia-Pacific Music Forum with red eyes and his luck was flying.
"Haha, I haven't heard that Teacher Kong Fang is not worthy of his qualifications. I recommend a song to you and you don't listen. Are you saying that Teacher Kong Fang is young and not worthy of becoming the God of Music?"
"Tell you, you know nothing about genius! Idiot!"
The keyboard was typing loudly, and the students next to him were shocked: "So angry?"
"They know how to hook up!" The red-haired man opened his mouth and a volcano erupted: "Is the song good or not? Can't a human listen to it?"
"You keep saying that China is not connected to the international market, and Leshen is just paper!"
"No one who has ever listened to a song by Teacher Kong Fang can fart like this!"
At this moment, another classmate suddenly exclaimed: "Fuck!"
Everyone's eyes moved over.
The classmate opened his mouth wide and stared at the screen.
Suddenly he turned around and said: "Look! Look!"
"Asia Pacific Music Network has been updated!"
“Teacher Kong Fang’s music box is released!!”
The redhead quickly entered the homepage of Asia Pacific Music Network.
Sure enough, an exquisite music box appeared on the homepage. The words "Kong Fang" are written in gold next to it.
Really posted!
The redhead took a deep breath. I quickly clicked in.
"The God of Chinese Music, Kong Fang's Music Box."
"Track 1: (The Legend of Zhen Huan TV Series Ending Song)"
"Rating: S."
"Track Two: "East Wind Breaks"."
"Rating: S."
"Track Three: "Blue and White Porcelain"."
"Rating: S+."
"Track Four: "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth"."
"Rating: S+."
"Track Five: "Fireworks Easily Cold"."
"Rating: S+."
"Track six."
"Rating: S+."
"Track seven."
"Rating: S++!"
"Track eight."
"Rating: S."
The redhead’s eyes lit up!
He quickly took a screenshot and posted it on Asia Pacific Music Network.
"See for yourself with your eyes wide open!"
"Eight songs, three S+, one S++!"
"What does it mean to be unworthy of virtue?"
"Lick your own words clean!"
However, as soon as he posted it, the ridicule came flooding in.
And Mandarin: "Oh, I knew that the Chinese were about to climax."
Siamese: "S+? S++? An S+ who is less than 20 years old and knows nothing about it? Does he know what level of song S is!"
Luzon: "Be clear, this is self-evaluation! I can give SP reviews to my own songs! Can anyone listen?"
"Is this Chinese music god crazy? These songs have to be tested by hundreds of millions of fans! S++... What's the use of it except to please domestic dogs like you?"
Fang Layu: "When the time comes, S+ songs can't compete with other people's S-level songs. I'll see how he ends up!"
Bagan: "It's all just sensationalism! Teacher Hirotaka Akagi, the three-star music god of Japan, didn't even give himself an S++ rating. Where did a mere Kong Fang get his face?!"
"Also, pay attention, half of the tracks don't have names, I'm afraid they haven't been written out yet!"
Ha Luo Danyu: "How do you speak?"
"I attended the Asia-Pacific Music Festival at the age of nineteen. I'm afraid I haven't bought the right song yet, right? Hahahaha!"
"Tsk, tsk, they used to say that our Ho Luo Dan's music god is weak. But didn't you tell me that there is a 19-year-old paper music god in China?"
In Korean: "I have brought out all the songs from the TV series. Are you showing off that you have written songs for the TV series? It's really ridiculous!"
The redhead's face twisted in anger.
Teacher Kong Fang became famous too quickly.
His songs have not experienced time yet and have not had time to go overseas.
But they all know it!
Genius cannot be measured by ordinary people's thinking!
"Laugh!" He squeezed the mouse tightly in dissatisfaction: "I hope your music god will be the first to meet Teacher Kong Fang!"
"You'll know then!"
"How many eyes does Lord Ma have!!"
…………
The next day, there was an explosion of articles from various media outlets!
Zhao Ziluo didn't look at it at all.
He adjusted himself to the best condition and went to train the Changqi combination in the afternoon - the other party had received an invitation to participate.
May 6th, Shanghai Airport.
"Teacher Kong Fang."
As soon as Zhao Ziluo got off the plane, someone immediately picked him up.
Getting in the car, as we get closer and closer to the city center, all our senses are completely different!
momentum!
Perhaps it was a state-sponsored event, a grand event for the entire Asia-Pacific music scene, with flags from various countries on both sides of the street!
And just at the end of the main road, around the Workers' Stadium, which can accommodate 100,000 spectators, it is even more magnificent!
The workers' body was surrounded by clusters of skyscrapers.
At this moment, the scroll wheels on the surrounding buildings were showing the pictures of all the contestants!
It's still daytime, so it's not that obvious.
At night, the neon lights are soaring into the sky, the music is flying, and combined with the music waterfalls all around, it is simply soaring for the adrenaline!
Looking around, there are many street singers near the Workers' Stadium, much more than usual!
And many of them would not be known to be Chinese at first glance.
There was no trace of worry on their faces.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt from these people...that someone was at the bottom anyway.
"Very good." He smiled slightly and looked back.
I hope you will still be able to laugh by then.
