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Chapter 146 The suffocation of the genius composer

Putting aside Lu Jia's chatteriness and his appearance of open-mindedness, who could have imagined that he is actually a perfectionist who is extremely confident in his professionalism and is prone to being stubborn in his creation?

But in fact, he is such a person. When he falls into a creative state, he will even be struggling with a note for a whole day.

Or genius is like this, in addition to talent, he also has paranoidness.

In fact, Lu Jia is such a genius who is extremely paranoid in his profession. He can usually laugh and laugh, and he can avoid any jokes, or even talk to anything casually, and can directly start a restricted dialogue. But when the discussion involves his professional field, he will no longer recognize his relatives.

So when he finished reading the music score that Chen Chufan handed him, he immediately hit the confident young man all over his body. "This is the score you wrote down when inspiration emerges like a fountain? Are you sure?"

Chen Chufan nodded without knowing his life.

"Oh! It's very good. It seems that your inspiration can be as high as that of primary school students who have just learned to sing. When they are intrigued, they hum a few sentences and keep it on the same level!" The unsalt and unsightly tone, coupled with content that extreme contempts someone's level of composition, Lu Jia's casual comment changed his face at that time.

Especially his unruly manner of looking down at all living beings made Chen Chufan very unhappy and quite unhappy.

"Are you sure you are not jealous of me, a non-professional person, who has a strong composing talent than you?" He wanted to express his displeasure, and there would be problems when he held back. So, Chen Chufan immediately fought back in a disdainful tone.

However, the boy's originally confident expression disappeared, leaving only a look of shame and anger.

Friends are friends, but the melody he created with great effort was actually compared with the tone of the elementary school students humming casually, and even ridiculed that the two were actually similar. This is definitely something that neither uncle nor aunt could tolerate. In fact, Chen Chufan's music score was not as unbearable as Lu Jia described. Otherwise, it would not have been praised by Su Xiuqing last night. After all, Su Xiuqing's appreciation level would not be just the appreciation level of elementary school students, right?

But Lu Jia's nitpicking attitude in his professionalism made him see something in the music score that he was a little dissatisfied with, so he began to criticize it, and this time was no exception.

"I am jealous of you? With the creative level of your song, I need to be jealous of you? Let me tell you, the sound of farting now can be a hundred times more beautiful than the bad song you wrote! You are so embarrassed to say that I am jealous of you!" When Lu Jia heard that Chen Chufan dared to question his professional level, he immediately shouted angrily.

After hearing Lu Jia's words, Chen Chufan sneered, raised his left hand to cover his nose, and continued to sarcastically, "Let me go, let me see how beautiful your fart sound is."

Lu Jia's tone was flushed by this bitch, and she actually made a "poof" sound, and she called out an absolutely high-quality fart. The strength was guaranteed, and the sound was naturally extremely loud, but it definitely didn't sound very beautiful.

So the fart sound was not exchanged for Chen Chufan's respectful gaze, but for everyone's annoyed eyes. Qiuqiu also stretched out his head from his backpack and glanced at Lu Jia's puzzled gaze. This proves that the sound is really very loud, and even Qiuqiu who is sleeping soundly in the backpack was awakened.

Forgot to explain the situation at this time.

Chen Chufan met Lu Jia, who had just finished his professional course and was about to return to the dormitory at the elevator door of the Juliet dormitory. When he said hello and handed the manuscript to Lu Jia, the elevator had not arrived yet. When Lu Jia finished reading the music score at a glance and made sharp comments, the elevator happened to go down to the first floor and opened the door.

It is when the professional class is over, and of course there are a lot of people waiting to get on the elevator.

So when the mutual damage between the two came to an end and Lu Jia responded to Chen Chufan's provocation with his unique fart sound, the two were actually standing in the crowded elevator.

In the narrow elevator, there are white Western girls, yellow Korean sticks, and black equatorial races. Only the Z people are Lu Jia and Chen Chufan, but they are in their native languages ​​when they talk. So no one understands what these two Chinese teenagers are arguing about, so of course they don’t know the farts. Combined with their conversation, it is actually quite festive.

So they only knew that the chubby boy who looked a little fat had put an unconcealed fart in the crowded elevator, and it was still very loud.

So in the elevator that was still very lively, it suddenly became strangely quiet, and everyone's slightly weird eyes focused on the little genius Lu Jia. With the fat boy's thick skin, he couldn't bear it anymore. So when the elevator stopped and the door opened, Lu Jia escaped directly. He said goodbye to this elevator trip that made him extremely embarrassed.

"It's only the third floor. Have you gone down the wrong floor? I clearly remember that you live on the sixth floor!" Chen Chufan, who followed Lu Jia out of the elevator, continued to release the ridicule skills he learned from Yang Tao without any mercy.

"Get out!" The red face, the little pimple that looked particularly conspicuous because of excitement, showed the angry mood of this genius boy at this time. Not to mention the passionate and powerful tone, the children passing by frequently looked at each other.

"Damn! Nothing is big, look at you being excited!" Chen Chufan looked disapproving.

After holding it in the luxurious cage for half a month, the boy who came back to the campus was very excited. So although he didn't agree with it, he still had an indelible smile in his expression. Of course, this made Lu Jia even more uncomfortable.

"Look at the bad song you wrote. I was ten thousand times better than you when I was in kindergarten. You are so embarrassed to be proud in front of me." Unable to speak, Lu Jiabin immediately began to use his profession to attack his shameless bad friends.

Before Chen Chufan could retort, Lu Jia quickly continued: "The whole melody is obviously a gentle and tender route, but look at your second paragraph, suddenly a high octave, directly destroying the artistic conception of the whole song. By the way, did your brain suddenly feel oxygen-deficient when you wrote this? And here, two eighth shots suddenly popped up at the connection between the two paragraphs. Don't you think it's the chain reaction caused by the fish raised in your mind suddenly cramping? And here's it?"

Lu Jia kept poking the music score that Chen Chufan gave him. Every time his fingers changed, he made a sharp criticism, and then added a mean attack on someone's IQ. However, his speech speed was extremely fast, which made Chen Chufan unable to touch him at all. So Chen Chufan's face became increasingly ugly. The excitement of finally coming to the campus had disappeared, leaving only endless shame and annoyance.

"Anyway, with your current creative level, it is already a very high praise to say that you are at the same level as a primary school student. You can even describe it as exaggeration. Now you should know how unfair you are!" The reckless vent of Chen Chufan's works made Lu Jia's face look much better at this time.

"You just fart in the elevator!" A big analysis that made Lu Jiayang proudly received Chen Chufan's extremely shameless answer. What's even more shameless was that he was using English, so the two people walking in the corridor once again attracted the attention of passers-by again. Chen Chufan had no shame. Anyway, he had been fired and would not continue to hang out on this campus.

"You bitch!" Lu Jiali was angry!

"Why are you farting in the elevator?" Chen Chufan ignored Lu Jia's words at all, and just continued to question in fluent English.

"I'm x!" Lu Jia no longer knew what language to use to describe the shamelessness of the boy in front of him.

"Don't you know that farting in the elevator is impolite?" The boy's face was indifferent and his tone was sonorous and powerful.

"I'm polite to you sister!" Lu Jia no longer knew what language to use to express her aggrieved mood at this moment.

"Why don't you admit it after farting in the elevator?" This time the boy even used an aria.

"Are you finished?" Lu Jia looked helpless. He didn't react. He should communicate in English, so the boy's even more exaggerated performance began.

"What? Did you deliberately leave your farts in the elevator? It's still so loud? Just to win the attention of that girl?" The tone was mixed with surprise, sigh, doubt, confusion, contempt, and anger. Lu Jia couldn't even imagine that this was so shameless? He could only express such a complicated relationship with a nonsense.

So he was speechless.

But even though he was silent, Chen Chufan still did not let him go.

"Do you dare to fart in the elevator next time?" Seeing that Lu Jia was questioned by her, she didn't dare to say anything, her proud expression finally returned to the boy's face.

"Give me aside, I dare not let it go anywhere!" Lu Jia had been tortured to the point where he lost his temper. He felt that if he refused to give in, he would probably have been with him during his entire Juliet study career. And he was not an ordinary fart king, but a perverted fart king who likes to fart in the elevator to attract girls' attention.

"Then I ask Lu Jia, who suddenly has a lack of oxygen in his brain?"

"It's me!"

"Who has fish in his head!?"

"It's still me!"

"Who is the head often stuck in the door panel?"

"Is it me or me! OK!"

Lu Jia responded devoutly to Chen Chufan's sarcasm. He was even a little grateful to this bad friend who made him hate him, because Chen Chufan changed his mother tongue back when he deliberately asked him these disgusting questions, which made him quite relieved. At least he didn't have to make a fool of himself in front of the foreigner.
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