"Are you serious?"
Mo Yan confirmed to Xuerou again and again.
"Of course, this was decided by me and everyone together," Xuerou said.
Mo Yan didn't want to lower everyone's morale, so he asked Siren to come out from the team to lead the training, while he pulled Xuerou to a seat aside and scolded her.
In order to cater to the theme of National Day, half of the songs selected for the parade are main theme music. It’s not that everyone doesn’t want to match the theme, but they think that this National Day competition may be the last performance of the Unicorn Horse. No one wants to have any regrets.
Therefore, after the cadres voted, everyone unanimously selected "Magical Girl", a song that has nothing to do with the main theme and is even a little off-topic.
“Do you know what political correctness is?” Mo Yan said, “You are tired of playing Little Japan songs on National Day?”
Lin Xuerou was shocked when she heard that the senior sister was so disgusted with their song selection. I didn’t know how to explain it to the team members... After all, after practicing the competition song for so long and cheering for Sunday’s line dance, Xiaojing was a little exhausted. It is even more impossible to practice a song again...
Could it be that we can only stand and perform like we did in previous years and give casual explanations?
"Who approved it?" Mo Yan said.
At this time, the sound of staggering footsteps came from the background, and he said: "It's me!"
Mo Yan was very surprised. It was natural that Lin Xuerou would make this mistake, but it was too strange that even Zhou Guodong would make such a low-level mistake.
"Just fulfill everyone's wishes!" Zhou Guodong said and sent Lin Xuerou away.
"Then if something happens, I can't afford it!" Mo Yan said.
"Have you misunderstood the country? Don't worry, the organizer is not as sensitive as you think. On the contrary... I just think about how to make everyone happily participate in every performance. I can't say, this time , this is really the last time for the Unicorn Horse to compete." Zhou Guodong said, raising his eyes to look at the people practicing under the sunset.
"Every time I see them doing foot drills, I miss them very much...rather than just watching, I want to integrate into their formation." Zhou Guodong sighed.
Mo Yan clicked his tongue disdainfully: "Childish!"
"Yeah?"
But seeing Zhou Guodong wearing a sports suit, he started to relax and said, "I have to work harder! After all, a consultant must look like a consultant! I leave the future of Unicorn to you!"
After that, he started running along the track with limping steps, and handed the band to Mo Yan with confidence.
Speaking of which, it's really ridiculous.
The king of time and space, the Unicorn,
Unable to control his own future,
His future is actually decided by an ordinary and ordinary woman.
This is very fairy tale.
But... years ago, didn't Zhou Guodong also turn this childish fairy tale into reality and go to history?
All right!
Just go crazy with them.
Mo Yan then asked each department to practice separately.
She first found Lin Xuerou, who was practicing dancing with Xiaojing.
"It's a wonder that orangutans can dance!" Mo Yan said with a smile.
"Not only can I dance, I might be able to dance better than a fox like you!" Xuerou teased.
"Then you underestimate me too much... I'm not just a musician, I'm also a professional silver band coach."
After that, Mo Yan picked up Xiaojing's ceremonial staff and improvised.
Everyone was amazed to see it.
"Sister...so strong!"
This was the first time Xiaojing saw Mo Yan wield the ceremonial stick.
Kicking feet, raising legs, waving hands, nodding, every movement is very precise, fluent and clean.
At this time, Lian Xuerou’s popularity has faded.
"Senior sister...teach me! I want to learn too!" Xuerou held Mo Yan's hand, like a little fan girl.
Zhou Zixin, the captain of the cheerleading team, was also surprised when he saw it: "I didn't expect that Coach Li can even dance as a magical girl..."
"Hmph! Which girl hasn't been a magical girl?" Mo Yan said confidently.
The Silver Band not only has eight musical parts, but also officially includes the cheerleading team.
Silver band is like opera. It is not only a type of music performance, but also a comprehensive performing art.
Abroad, cheerleading teams or various performance groups, dance groups, and silver bands are also frequent guests in carnival activities. Mo Yan is no amateur.
After she provided guidance to Zixin and Xiaojing, it was her turn to check Xuerou's solo.
Xuerou didn't rush this time and took out the instrument from the instrument box.
As Mo Yan waved his hand and started playing, Xuerou immediately started playing smoothly and completed the entire solo.
When Xuerou saw that she had made no mistakes in playing this time, she started squealing.
"It's amazing. It only took three days to reach this level!"
Mo Yan was also a little surprised. She touched Xuerou's belly and found that it was at room temperature.
"Other than undergoing Siren's examination, I have not practiced or warmed up throughout the whole day."
Mo Yan nodded with satisfaction.
"There is absolutely no room for mistakes when playing solo in serious situations. The safest way is to use muscle memory and subconscious mind to play. As long as you get used to it, you can play a full solo accurately even without warming up. Many countries in the world Military bands all use this method to train soloists. However, this is only the first step."
"What's the next step?" Xuerou asked anxiously.
"The next step, of course, is to withdraw from the subconscious mind and concentrate on injecting artistic conception and emotion into the performance," Mo Yan said.
"So what do I do?"
"This is private training content!" Mo Yanleng said.
"You stingy stingy one! Well, if you don't tell me, I'll go find Ye Siren myself when I have time, hum!" Xuerou pouted and said.
Mo Yan still kept a secret for his private lessons as usual.
Then, Mo Yan visited the mid-bass section composed of Xia Yu, Qiu Wensheng, and Guo Dong, who had just joined the team.
However, the first time she saw Xia Yu, she was really frightened. .
The girl was dressed in androgynous clothes, had her head shaved, had iron rings on her tongue, ears, and nose, and had scar marks on her face. Doesn't look like a kind person. The most outrageous thing is that Xia Yu doesn't look much younger than her.
"How old are you?" Mo Yan asked.
"Twenty-four." Xia Yu replied.
"Remove all those rings, otherwise, it will be really scary." Mo Yan said.
"Yeah." Xia Yu said calmly.
The other Guo Dong is slightly better than her.
Lips, tongues, and rings are also indispensable. His golden hair is particularly conspicuous. In order to prevent the lip rings from affecting his playing, his mouthpiece is replaced by a smaller French mouthpiece.
"You too, you need to remove your ring! You also have hair, which needs to be black. What we are participating in is not an ordinary competition, it is National Day, so you need to be better groomed." Mo Yan said.
After hearing this, Guo Dong frowned and quickly explained to Mo Yan that he had been wearing these things for several years and it was not easy to take them off. Moreover, it would take time for the injury to heal and he would not be able to make it in time for the competition.
Guo Dong also explained that he and Xia Yu were just temporary foreign players, and they did not want to change their image for a game that had nothing to do with them.
After hearing this, Mo Yan could only shake his head helplessly.
"Sure enough, Chen Nanfang has all kinds of monsters and monsters." Mo Yan looked at the euphonium and shook his head.
Until my eyes glanced at a young man, he was not in the phalanx, but like a minister, guiding the alto section.
But the young man was very different in temperament from the two people he saw just now... no, even from the entire band. He looked gentle, elegant, and indifferent to the world. He is a boy with beautiful black hair, his eyes are kind and indifferent, as if he has seen through the world of mortals, like a free and easy old Taoist.
When he saw Mo Yan's eyes looking over, he stood up respectfully and saluted her: "Hello, coach!"
"Who are you……"
"My name is Qiu Wensheng. I am Huo Jianting's classmate in the sixth form."
Finally something more normal.
Actually, it's not normal.
How can any boy have such long hair?
"Why didn't you join the phalanx?" Mo Yan asked.
"Lin Xuerou doesn't allow it."
And this thing?
What the hell is Lin Xuerou doing?
So, Mo Yan asked Qiu Wensheng to try to stay on the same spot, and then followed the other team members and walked a few times without losing anything.
Mo Yan actually noticed that during practice just now, the trombone's sound was very thin and its overall performance was uneven. Only then did she realize that in the official competition, Guo Dong would be the lead trombone player.
It’s no wonder that a person whose pronunciation is limited by a lip ring can serve as the lead vocalist.
"Then stand next to Guo Dong!"
"Thanks, coach!"
Unlike Guo Dong and Xia Yu, Qiu Wensheng immediately became energetic after hearing that he could join the phalanx.
Seeing this, Xia Yu was a little worried about the condition of the humanities student, so he said: "Coach... no... Wensheng..."
But Vincent covered her mouth and prevented her from speaking. He whispered in her ear: "Sister Xia Yu, please, this is my wish, please don't expose me."
"Are you okay?" Mo Yan asked. .
"No...no more..." Xia Yu said with a fake smile.
After Mo Yan walked away, he poked Guo Dong with his elbow and said softly: "It's all your fault. If anything happens to Qiu Wensheng, you're the only one I'll ask!"
"Sister...I..." Guo Dong was also helpless. He didn't like the Silver Band at all, so he reluctantly joined because of Xia Yu's pressure.
Then, Mo Yan visited the horn section and met with Huo Jianting, who was rumored to be replacing Ye Siren as the deputy team member.
On Saturday, she listened to Jian Ting's earlier audition recording for a performance with a small symphony orchestra. Recently, she learned that his recording was also shortlisted. Because Chen Nanfang's original performance was not very good, she had a strong performance. Heart needle.
"Congratulations, your recording has been shortlisted," Mo Yan said.
"Ah? Yes..." But seeing Huo Jianting, she couldn't be happy at all.
It turned out that at that time, for the sake of the band, Zhou Guodong sent out his smoking performance first. Unexpectedly, not long after, I received a reply immediately.
Mo Yan looked at his expression and felt something was wrong.
This man's eyes were hollow, weak, and the deep circles under his eyes were worse than those of a panda. The skin is dark yellow and dull, and the aura of the whole person is weak, like a dying person.
On the contrary, his recordings are like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and lively, completely incompatible with his current image.
"The next round of interviews, after the National Day, will be on-site interviews. Are you prepared?" Mo Yan asked.
"Yeah." Jian Ting said with his head lowered.
"Then play it for me once!" Mo Yan said.
Having said that, Jian Ting, like Xuerou, immediately started playing under Mo Yan's command.
But when I heard the song "Proud of the Empire", under Jian Ting's interpretation, it was like an imperial soft-skinned snake, weak and loose in tone.
Mo Yan shook his head. Is this really the same person as the person who recorded it?
"Are you kidding, Jian Ting?" Mo Yan said coldly. I just looked down at him, thinking he was quite smart, but obviously, he was too smart.
Huo Jianting didn't know how to answer, so he just lowered his head and said nothing, and giggled nervously a few times.
"This is not funny at all. If the organizer finds out that we use audio editing software, our entire band will be blacklisted." Mo Yan said coldly.
After hearing this, Huo Jianting felt a chill in his heart before telling the truth.
"Oh my god! He's actually a drug addict!" Mo Yan shook his head in distress.
Many trumpeters, especially black ones from the United States and Canada, are accustomed to smoking to enhance their performance.
In their country, it is legal, and there are no strict doping requirements in international competitions.
But it is not allowed in China. As we all know, the side effects of drug abuse are very serious and can even cause permanent damage to the body. Moreover, the strength of muscle memory will be greatly reduced.
Mo Yan put his hand on Jian Ting's abdomen and said, "Keep playing C until you run out of air, and try your best to keep playing for a while."
Jian Ting started to play and did as he was told.
Mo Yan's face turned blue because Jian Ting's muscles were very flabby and weaker than Xuerou's.
But Jian Ting himself has abdominal muscles, which proves that he cannot control his muscles freely due to the medication he takes.
"Coach, am I hopeless..." Jian Ting lowered his head and said, thinking about his previous smoking, he felt very tormented in his heart.
He never expected that smoking would have such a great impact on his playing.
"I don't want to drag everyone down... Coach, why don't I... quit."
"Hmm..." Mo Yan said calmly.
"Can not give up!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from beside me. Zhou Guodong staggered over.
"You're not competing against other people, you're competing against that drugged version of yourself. You have to defeat him! No matter what the cost, you can't give up."
"But... I can't do it..." Jian Ting lowered his head and said.
"That doesn't mean it's definitely hopeless."
Mo Yan pursed his lips and smiled.
Just such a smile ignited Jian Ting's hope.
