Chapter 5: Morning Dawn Who Loves Music
Story: Classmate, I Think You Cursed Me Author:Ahrijiang words:4202 Update time:2023-07-02 06:06:25
Upon closer inspection, the number of people in the music academy is pitifully few, and the difference in appearance is indescribable...
The music performance majors are relatively better, with some girls being considered graceful and intellectual, and the boys are quite imposing. However, compared to the beauties and handsome guys in the dance academy, they still fall short by a large margin. They possess long legs and beautiful faces, as if everyone over there is constantly shining like a flash.
Zhang Chenxi pursed her lips and let out a disdainful snort, turning her head away from the dazzling figures in the Dance Academy. Since the start of school, she had not seen a single person who learned dance that was a good person! What's the use of having a beautiful face? With a character as bad as a dog's, they would still be rejected by society! Although this was indeed a society that judged people by their appearance, shouldn't men have substance as well?!
"The opening ceremony is about to begin! Please quickly find a seat within your own college's designated area!"
"Sit down where you are...?"
Isn't it a good idea for such a wealthy school to buy some chairs for the playground?
Almost everyone muttered derogatory remarks under their breath, hesitated for a while, and reluctantly sat down on the ground. Especially the people from the Dance Academy, their expensive clothes were being ruined by the muddy grass, and the sound of hearts breaking could be heard from far away.
Zhang Chenxi didn't really mind. After all, he only wore this outfit as sportswear and was used to getting dirty at home, so what's a little mud and grass? He found a convenient spot, sat down, took off his glasses, and let out a sigh of relief. He used the corner of his sleeve to wipe them clean.
Staring blankly at the podium, he slowly fell into deep contemplation.
Zhang Chenxi has been studying music for fifteen years. He was forced into piano lessons by his family's coercion from a young age, and unexpectedly, the teacher praised him as a "very talented little performer." He managed to get through elementary school and junior high at an ordinary school, but in high school, he was sent to the affiliated middle school of the Sofia Music Academy. He enrolled in the school as a piano major, but after a year, he was discovered by a teacher and recommended for the composition major. This kind of life can be considered as a dream-like development, but Zhang Chenxi is not happy at all.
Originally, I learned music simply because I enjoyed listening to songs and singing. Afterward, I acquired some professional knowledge and developed a liking for playing and singing my own adapted pieces or composing background music for my favorite programs or poems.
However, there is a saying that goes, anything, when you truly treat it as a profession, as a job, most of the time, it becomes tasteless. Music is also a language, and it is simple to learn the communication methods of a new language. But if you want to learn to write masterpieces in a new language, it is extremely difficult. Zhang Chenxi handles the pressure exerted on the students by Sofia High School with ease, but in addition to the ease, she truly feels bored.
Gradually, the lack of interest turned into resistance, and resistance turned into boredom.
He was not tired of music, but tired of the rules and regulations that school imposed on him.
This feeling is like a yellow oriole being confined to a cage. It possesses a natural inclination for singing, yet it no longer sings.
Therefore, Zhang Chenxi's goal for his four years of university was very clear.
One word - chaos!
I've managed to breeze through these simple subjects, and attended various music concerts. Occasionally, I would even write my own compositions, sing some songs, and indulge in leisurely gaming during my free time. It's simply the perfect life.
The vibrating phone in his pocket suddenly interrupted Zhang Chenxi's thoughts. Taking it out and giving it a glance, he couldn't help but click his tongue. After a brief hesitation, he reluctantly answered with an annoyed tone, "Mom! What's up! Don't you know it's the opening ceremony!"