Outside the singing room, the three of them stared at each other and watched Fang Yu sit in his seat, copying the original version of the shape on the white paper, and then drawing circles on the white paper.

There was basically no pause during this period.

Next to those fonts and notes, Fang Yu also marked many exclusive music nouns.

Maybe I want to keep it for backup.

Five minutes passed, and the white paper was densely written.

The blank spaces that were originally left when copying the blank paper have basically been filled in.

Fang Yu shook the white paper and took another minute to read it from beginning to end.

He was still humming softly.

It should be the tune on white paper.

After thinking a little, I circled out a few small pieces with a pen, applied them and replaced them with a new one.

It seems very simple, but as the original author, Du Teng just had no idea how to start, but when he got to Fang Yu, he felt that modifying the lyrics and tunes on the paper was as simple as eating and drinking water.

It hurts a little.

"Negative emotions from Duteng +199..."

He looked at Fang Yu nervously, his eyes not blinking.

"This guy is not messing around casually, right..."

Dong Cheng muttered in his heart.

Although he recognized Fang Yu's creative ability and knew that he was very powerful, the scene in front of him was really terrifying and it didn't seem to be serious about creating.

As an outsider, the teacher next to him could only look away from a distance.

His eyesight was OK, and he could barely see several conspicuous notes on the paper.

As an old teacher who has been immersed in music for many years, he still has this skill.

After thinking for a while, a melody appeared clearly in his mind.

This kid named Fang Yu is really interesting.

The teacher praised in his heart and was more looking forward to the following text, but he had professional ethics after all, and it was very impolite to peek at other people's creative content.

After thinking about it, I didn't bother them and walked out of the room on my own.

Anyway, he was not at all panicked. After Fang Yu finished writing, he would still have to experiment in his singing room.

It's not too late to listen to it then.

As far as the teacher is concerned, curiosity is not as heavy as that of young people.

"that……"

Dong Cheng wanted to open his mouth to speak, but was stopped by Du Teng next to him.

From just now to now, he has been staying next to Fang Yu to watch carefully, including the content to be modified in every circle drawn by Fang Yu, he can read it very seriously.

The more I saw, the deeper the surprise in Du Teng's heart.

He was very curious about how Fang Yu did it, and he could really integrate it into his artistic conception.

this……

Du Teng is completely convinced now.

What is genius?

This is called genius!

What is a monster?

This is the monster!

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Fang Yu could express the artistic conception he wanted to write so completely with his oral description.

In response, Du Teng had to give him a thumbs up and sincerely praised him, "Awesome, sting!"

Two more minutes passed.

Fang Yu, who was sitting in the seat, sighed heavily and pushed the pen and paper in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

Du Teng asked quickly.

Dong Cheng was puzzled: "Is it because he has encountered a bottleneck?"

One of them was anxious and the other was happy to watch the fun. On the surface, they were asking questions, but in fact they were very different.

Fang Yu shook his head slightly and looked at the two of them strangely: "What's wrong? I've written it, relax."

As he was talking, he silently stretched his slightly sore arms and fingers.

Dong Cheng: “…”

Duteng: "..."

Until now, there has not been a total of ten minutes.

Dong Cheng was a little incredible and asked in confusion: "Is it so fast?"

He wanted to pick up the manuscript on the table and check it carefully, but Du Teng intercepted it and snatched it away.

"This is mine."

Du Teng seriously stated the ownership of this manuscript and then carefully checked it.

"Tsk, who cares?"

Dong Cheng retracted his hand awkwardly, but curiosity suppressed his face and leaned over to carefully observe the content of the music score.

As top students in the Music Department of Haida University, Dong Cheng and Du Teng have a very clear understanding of music theory.

Looking at the music score to sing the song is just the most basic operation.

After a brief simulation, the two of them were surprised.

This song...This song...

There seemed to be countless "fuck" in my heart that almost blurted out.

Needless to say, most of the lyrics are completed by Dong Cheng.

What Fang Yu did the most was to make Du Teng's lyrics fit the entire music score.

Du Teng did a good job in this regard, and he didn't need Fang Yu to do it again.

What he was mainly concerned about was the difficulty of starting the direction of the tune...

A few minutes later.

"You wrote it?"

Dong Cheng looked at him incredibly.

Fang Yu said angrily: "Didn't you see it all just now?"

"It only took ten minutes?"

Fang Yu frowned: "Nonsense."

The fingers were clattering, and the fingers were almost uneasy.

Dong Cheng swallowed and asked incrediblely: "Tell me honestly, have you ever thought about Du Teng's song before?"

If Fang Yu had noticed it before, he would write down this music score and think about it before writing it out today.

Although it is still exaggerating, it is a bit normal compared to now.

Fang Yu sneered: "You talk so much."

Dong Cheng: “…”

"The negative emotion value from Dong Cheng +599..."

Du Teng helped Fang Yu answer: "No, I just brought this music score today. I have been in my bag before and I have watched it in my room."

The three of them usually go to the restaurant and the singing room, at most they go to Fang Yu's room, and have never been to Du Teng's room.

In other words, Fang Yu is basically unable to get involved in such music scores.

Of course, there is no possibility that Dong Cheng said.

Hearing this, Dong Cheng's face was a little stiff. Could it be that this guy has changed the perfect music score in less than ten minutes?

This is not sure whether it is a factual possibility, but it hit him a bit badly.

With the same nine years of compulsory education, why are you so outstanding?

"How is it, isn't it?"

Fang Yu asked, picked up the water beside him, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took two sips.
To be continued...