At around nine o'clock in the evening local time, Yang Jingxing, who had been rushed back to his room to rest early, was just lying down to think about life when another call came in. This time it was probably not official business, it was from Wang Rui.

Wang Rui whispered mysteriously: "Awesome, have you rested?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's still early."

Wang Rui said: "Obviously behave well, don't be polite, let those blond beauties drool."

Yang Jingxing said: "There are no beautiful women with blond hair... How do you know I will be tomorrow?"

Wang Rui said: "Of course, we have inside information... I support you in picking up girls. I am afraid that they will have objections, so I only dare to cheer you up quietly."

Yang Jingxing said: "I can tell you are on speakerphone."

Cai Feixuan laughed so loudly that she covered everyone else. Wang Rui hated her: "...You are stupid, you can't pretend? Say something nice."

Yang Jingxing said: "I have told you so much before, but you have never relayed it to me."

Wang Rui has now learned: "Say it again, we are all here, boss, Yuanyuan..."

Yang Jingxing said: "I have said repeatedly that Ruirui is a good girl, and everyone must love and cherish her..."

"Rolling, rolling, rolling..." Wang Rui was not polite anymore, and then started arguing with his partners over there. However, 306 was still united and quickly stabilized the situation. They still unanimously spoke to the outside world. Yu Feifei came to ask: "

Uncle Wei, is it fun this time?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I don't have time to play. Americans are difficult to deal with."

Liu Siman laughed: "Don't you still know the reputation of our weird uncle?"

Yang Jingxing: "That's why I still like to be in 306."

Qi Qingnuo was amused: "Do you think you have a great status here?"

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "At least there are beauties."

The girls were a little disappointed. They imagined that the consultant should be somewhat famous. Guo Ling and Chai Litian argued about whether Yang Jingxing should give a concert at Juilliard. Gao Pianpian also asked about it. Juilliard also has alumni, and some of them have master's degrees.

There are people who graduated from Puyin, who went to the Affiliated High School for their undergraduate degree, and there is a cello student who was very good at the Affiliated High School.

Shao Fangjie felt that it was not appropriate to draw a conclusion yet. It would be best to ask Kong Chenhe about the specific situation first or wait for the team to come back. She doubted Yang Jingxing's character: "...what he said may not be true."

After a while of fussing, Qi Qingnuo urged me to hang up the phone and go to work.

Yang Jingxing even raised his eyebrows: "Who else hasn't spoken? Qing'er? Where's Yuanyuan?"

Qi Qingnuo smiled: "Qing'er has learned how to open a book... Yuanyuan is in a daze."

He Peiyuan's voice: "You don't have the leisure time."

Qi Qingnuo called out: "Qing'er, talk...do you know what to read? "Ancient Yun Tong Xiao", the Book of Heaven!"

Yang Jingxing called: "Qing'er, you can't be corrupted by Li Fu, just be yourself."

"Ning and Qi Ji are too yoke, and they will follow the footsteps of slave horses..." I don't know what Nian Qing is reading aloud.

Qi Qingnuo saw it and said, "We have to draw a clear line between us, the bastards."

Cai Feixuan still supports Nian Qing. Finally, she is an educated person. The consultant gave Nian Qing the naming of these three songs. They are all ready to start arranging, but they don’t know what the names of the songs are yet.

Yang Jingxing was listening to the commotion on the other end of the phone. After a while, Wang Rui remembered her best friend: "Weird, the boss has called for work to start. Come on, we will celebrate your success when you come back."

Liu Siman felt a little disgusted: "Let's work hard and live up to the consultant's high expectations."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "Okay, thank you, hang up."

At seven o'clock the next morning, Lu Kaiping knocked on Yang Jingxing's door and wanted to give Yang Jingxing some special treatment, including breakfast.

Yang Jingxing was a little annoyed: "Don't worry, I won't embarrass the school."

Lu Kaiping breathed a sigh of relief: "I know, that's for sure!"

At nearly 8:30, the Puyin team arrived at Juilliard. Yu Xinting was waiting, and with her was Wilson, the concertmaster of New Ireland. In name, Wilson was invited by his good friend Yemima, although he is not a top-notch person.

He is a soloist, but he is also a figure who has been the principal in New Ireland for more than ten years. Everyone is socializing for a while.

Yu Xinting is really rich, and she dresses beautifully every day. Today she is wearing a long black dress with sleeves, a small white jacket, and a hairstyle that is already a bit feminine. If she were in Puyin, she would be

Being praised by others.

A group of people went to the piano department upstairs to meet for a while. Everyone was more or less expecting or encouraging Yang Jingxing, and then went to the small concert hall where the academic exchange was held yesterday. Yang Jingxing was treated the same as the professor, and he also had posters.

The school atmosphere is still different. Yang Jingxing is obviously accompanied by his leaders, and thousands of Juilliard students say hello, saying that they are also going to attend lectures. There is a bit of traffic, so there should be no silence.

There were a lot of people outside the small concert hall, including teachers and students, and Yang Jingxing wanted to meet a few more people. They didn't care about pomp and circumstance, so they just chatted in the corridor. Lu Kaiping was busy accompanying Smiley and closely observing the performance as they entered.

There were so many people in the hall one after another, and they were very happy.

Zhou Hanhui also came. After coming out of the small concert hall, she first said hello to Li Yingzhen, and then told Yang Jingxing that several preparatory students from the piano department were here today.

As a high school student and still a little girl, Zhou Hanhui seemed proud of being familiar with the lecturer. She also recalled when she went to Puyin last year: "...you promised to help me say hello to Tao Meng, remember?"

Yang Jingxing apologized: "I forgot, I will remember it next time."

She was still able to show her authority to Li Yingzhen, who had betrayed her master, so she asked Zhou Hanhui to come in and sit down.

It’s almost time. Let’s get ready. A group of people went in. Juilliard’s students were really ignorant. They filled almost a hundred seats, even the first and second rows, and saw professors and leaders.

When they came in, the students were completely unaware and continued to occupy the seats in the front row.

Fortunately, there were several compatriots in the first row who were well-educated. They stood up and gave up their seats. It seemed that they did not expect that the exchange teacher between students would come. Then other people in the first row were also infected and quickly got up.

Go to the back and find a better one. There are quite a few Chinese students today. Although they didn’t gather together to cheer for their compatriots, they still seemed very supportive.

Thank you for giving up your seat. The special guests and piano professors can sit down in the front row or continue to stand and chat. There are also a few teachers who are also teachers, but they can only fend for themselves, and there is no one to give up, so they can only go to the back.

go.

The clock on the wall was already a few minutes to nine. Yang Jingxing also had a sense of time. He stopped chatting with him and went to the stage, which was dozens of centimeters higher than the auditorium and should be able to accommodate a band of more than a dozen people. The young man giving this lecture had nothing to do with his hands.

No, he was wearing a casual shirt and slacks. After he went on stage, he touched the blackboard and chalk prepared at his request, and opened the keyboard cover of the piano.

The auditorium, which was not noisy at first, became quieter and more polite, and the big shots in front also sat down.

There is probably number 10 in the audience, three-quarters of them are students, ranging from twelve or thirteen to nearly thirty years old, with all kinds of faces, mostly white, many yellow, and not many black.

The expressions are also various, ranging from absent-minded, watching the fun, and waiting...it seems that there are also those who are satisfied with curiosity.

After Yang Jingxing glanced at the audience, he turned around and picked up the white chalk that had been eliminated in Puyin. He wrote on the blackboard of the stand: China, Puhai, Conservatory of Music, and then wrote in English below.

The auditorium became even quieter. Opposite Yang Jingxing, he looked similar to when he was on stage playing the piano. He didn't look very imposing and his voice was neither loud nor quiet when he spoke: "Hello everyone, my name is Yang Jingxing. I come from China, Puhai, Conservatory of Music...

..." He pointed at the blackboard and said.

It was strange that Yang Jingxing started a minute or two early. In fact, Professor Tongsha and a man and a woman younger than him who came in at this time were actually on time.

No one cared about whether they could kill each other, and Yang Jingxing basically ignored it and was not disturbed: "At Puhai Conservatory of Music, I learned piano performance and composition techniques. I am very happy to come to Juilliard School. Before that, our mutual understanding

I don’t know much about it, so today in order to enhance my understanding, as a student at Puhai Conservatory of Music, I will use the knowledge and experience my school and teachers have taught me to communicate with you about piano performance.”

Yang Jingxing paused for a moment to observe, then smiled awkwardly: "But because I don't understand it well, I don't know what to say, so I decided to choose a form that requires your help, Q&A, let's see what I know.

What do you want to know... Now, can anyone help me hurry up and start these two difficult hours?"

There was a little chuckle below, is this the beginning? Lu Kaiping's expression was rather solemn, maybe because he felt that Yang Jingxing was not polite and didn't thank those who should be thanked.

Under Yang Jingxing's expectant gaze, after a few seconds of silence, a majestic white male student in the fourth row raised his hand slightly and spoke without waiting for Yang Jingxing's invitation: "Let me start... As I know, you

He is a pianist who only releases recordings and rarely performs live, so I would like to know how you evaluate Joyce Harteau, a great pianist like you... Please." That smile was a bit provocative.

As soon as Joyce Hatto's name came out, people in Puyin also realized that the person who came here was not a good person. Professor Wei looked directly at the person who asked the question, Yemima also turned around, and Kong Chenhe didn't sit still, his neck straightened, but

Li Yingzhen is quite calm.

It seems that many people know the great pianist Hatto. He showed various expressions on the basis of his outward politeness, but his compatriots were a little dissatisfied.

Yang Jingxing nodded politely: "Thank you... There should be a minimum of respect for the deceased. In fact, if Ms. Hatto was still alive, I would also respect her."

The person who asked the question smiled a little awkwardly.

Yang Jingxing said: "Many people now call Joyce Hutto's artistic career a scam. Yes, it is a scam, but I don't think it is a scam that should be ridiculed or ridiculed. I prefer to see it as a scam.

A love story about the piano..."

Yang Jingxing then gave a quick two-minute brief summary of Hatto's life, and then analyzed why this scam has existed for so long from the perspectives of art and technology, and showed his understanding of those plagiarized and technology-enhanced recordings.

Yang Jingxing’s point of view is as a practitioner: “...we should think more about why unknown performers are worshiped after their recordings are changed to another performer’s name? What impact will technology have on music? Pianists

Will our hands and brains lose to technology? What we should think more about is how we should strive for a micro-music career and realize our dreams. Of course we cannot agree with this approach, but what Ms. Hatto and her husband have done

What it brings us is far from a sense of innocence and superiority, or if you feel ashamed, then you should work harder... If I have to laugh, I choose to laugh at the music critic."

The last sentence won the hearts of the people, and everyone started laughing immediately. Even the questioner who was a little unable to sit still was happy, and some people clapped their hands. Yu Xinting's smile was also well acted.

Yang Jingxing saved time: "Now, who can give me a real start."

A boy with an obvious Korean face raised his hand again. Yang Jingxing asked. The other person stood up with a much more correct attitude: "You just mentioned Scarlatti. This is what I am interested in. I think our research on Scarlatti is still very superficial."

, he deserves higher evaluation and recognition... I want to hear your opinion."

Yang Jingxing asked: "What is your major?"

The boy looked confused: "...piano playing."

"I suggest you not to worry too much about musicology..." After making everyone laugh, Yang Jingxing briefly talked about Scarlatti's achievements and creations from the perspective of music history and piano art history, and then talked about it.
To be continued...