I became a music industry godfather by writing confidantes.

Chapter 035 Conscripting Men

Wearing a mask and a baseball cap, Yang Du made sure no one recognized him before entering the Beijing Conservatory of Music.

He can now be considered a celebrity who has stepped onto the edge of fame and fortune.

In today's internet age where traffic equals capital, 65 followers on Weibo are enough for a nobody to get promotional work and make a living, and could even serve as a bargaining chip in certain capital games.

To avoid being recognized on campus and attracting unnecessary social attention, especially since he is currently a popular blogger of emotional literature, he didn't want to be photographed and posted on social media by a student who was keen on surfing the internet...

Yang Du arrived at the door of Huo Xintong's office, the head of the composition department, with practiced ease.

He counted on his fingers and knocked on the door three times respectfully.

There was no response from inside the door.

He increased the force and knocked three more times.

Silence remained.

Just as Yang Du was wondering whether he should make the call directly, the door to the office next door opened.

Teacher Yan, who teaches them musical instruments, came out carrying a textbook, clearly on her way to class.

He looked Yang Du up and down several times, his gaze filled with scrutiny and inquiry.

The disguise was very successful!

Yang Du pulled down his mask, revealing his face: "Teacher Yan, it's me, Yang Du."

Teacher Yan suddenly realized, pointed at Yang Du and laughed: "Your outfit shows you're quite concerned about your privacy, you're dressed like a celebrity. Are you looking for Director Huo?"

Yang Du smiled sheepishly and said, "Yes, there's a document that needs the director's signature and stamp. Isn't he in his office?"

"You've come at a bad time. About ten minutes ago, Director Huo received a phone call and rushed out."

Teacher Yan pointed to the end of the corridor: "Judging from what he said, it seems he's going to the seminar room. I guess he has some urgent business to attend to and needs to hold a meeting."

"Alright, I have to go to class. You can try your luck in the seminar room yourself."

Yang Du thanked him and watched Teacher Yan leave.

Since he was already there, Yang Du went downstairs and sat on a bench by the flower bed to wait for others.

Great!

Excellent!

Unbelievable!

After playing Candy Crush for almost an hour without Huo Xintong returning, Yang Du decided to go to the seminar room to check.

The seminar room door was closed, but there was a rectangular glass panel on the door.

Yang Du leaned forward, glanced inside, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

There were only three people in the seminar room, but they were all academic bigwigs who had access to top-tier resources.

Seated in the main seat was Huo Xintong, the head of their composition department. To his left was an elderly man with gray hair, also a professor and doctoral supervisor in the composition department, Wang Peixue.

To his right was an elegant middle-aged woman, Deng Qin, a professor in the conducting department, who was arguing with Wang Peixue about something.

"A meeting of this level... never mind, I'll just keep waiting."

Yang Du intended to wait patiently for the meeting to end, but before he knew it, his head, wearing a baseball cap, had even dangled twice outside the glass when Huo Xintong spotted him.

Huo Xintong looked up, paused for a moment, then recognized Yang Du and waved to him, her mouth clearly saying: Come in.

Yang Du reluctantly took off his hat and mask and pushed open the door to the seminar room.

"Director Huo, Professor Wang, Professor Deng, hello to the three teachers." Yang Du greeted them respectfully and politely.

Huo Xintong looked at him, her tone amused: "What are you doing sneaking around outside? Peeking around like that, you'd think a paparazzi had sneaked into the school."

Yang Du felt wronged; he had clearly only glanced at it out of curiosity.

He gave a docile smile: "Director Huo, I have a document that needs your signature and stamp, but I didn't dare to disturb you since you were in a meeting."

"We'll talk about Zhang's matter later. You've come at the right time. Come over and give us some advice, so we don't get confused by what's going on."

Huo Xintong pointed to a chair next to her, gesturing for him to sit down.

Wang Peixue and Deng Qin looked at Yang Du, their previous serious expressions replaced by appreciative and gentle smiles.

The teachers had naturally heard about the commotion Yang Du had been causing recently.

When students are successful, teachers also feel proud.

"It's like this," Huo Xintong said, "Yang Du, let's say you're a superior now..."

"No, no, no! What leadership stuff? This is overstepping our bounds!"

Wang Peixue was amused by his trembling appearance and burst into laughter: "Stop joking around. If Lao Huo says you're the leader, then you're the leader."

Deng Qin chuckled softly, looking gently at the young man who had recently gained fame in the industry.

Huo Xintong glared at Yang Du, annoyed: "Stop being silly and get serious."

"What I mean is that the higher-ups are currently organizing a Children's Day gala for the whole country, and the program preparations are now in the final stages, requiring a grand finale chorus."

"As a leader with veto power, what style do you prefer?"

As she spoke, Huo Xintong pushed the three musical scores in front of Yang Du: "Take a look."

Yang Du stopped joking, took the sheet music, and began to read it carefully.

He was originally a top student majoring in composition, and now with the help of the system, reading music is a piece of cake for him.

Ten minutes later, Yang Du put down the sheet music.

"After watching it, what are your thoughts?" Huo Xintong encouraged.

Yang Du pondered for two seconds and said, "The first song is generally lyrical, with a beautiful melody, but it lacks cheerfulness."

"The second song has a tight, powerful rhythm and is sung with great spirit, but it feels a bit too formal."

"Personally, I like the third song the most. It has a cheerful rhythm and a lively melody, which is very festive. But..."

Huo Xintong urged, "But what? Just say it, there are no outsiders here."

"However, I always feel that the third song is more suitable for the Spring Festival or Lantern Festival than for Children's Day. It is more festive but lacks childlike innocence."

"See?" Upon hearing Yang Du's answer, Deng Qin turned to look at Wang Peixue, her tone carrying a hint of triumphant arrogance. "I told you, even a young man like Yang Du could tell."

"This third piece is lively, but the emotions are too strong and festive. It's Children's Day, not the Lantern Festival with drums and gongs."

Wang Peixue wasn't annoyed by the rebuttal. He turned to Yang Du and asked, "Yang Du, since you think this song isn't suitable, then in your opinion, what level of liveliness would be appropriate for a large chorus song suitable for Children's Day?"

To what extent is he lively?

A child's liveliness should not be a chaotic noise, nor should it be an adult's celebration; what they need is a clear, bright, and innocent infectiousness.

Yang Du's mind flashed through a series of nursery rhymes he had learned in kindergarten and elementary school in his previous life.

The first thing that popped into my memory was an old song that was widely sung and remained popular over time.

He unconsciously hummed, "Please take my song back to your home, please leave your smile behind..."

"Probably..." Yang Du hummed, then paused to summarize, "It's about this level of relaxed, bright, and lively."

After he finished speaking, he realized that all three professors were staring at him, their eyes seemingly shining.

Yang Du suddenly felt a sense of pressure and tension, like when he answered a question in class and the teacher neither said the answer was right nor wrong, but just kept staring at him.

"Um... was my example too naive?"