"Do you think this person named Wang Ye is a rich second generation? He just signed up and lived off campus?"

"The rents in school districts are not cheap, and it will take 2,000 yuan if it is a little better."

"Maybe, it seems that the conversation is good."

"Then you are wrong. This person named Wang Ye should not be a rich second generation. If you didn't pay attention to his shoes and miscellaneous goods, how could he be a rich second generation?"

"The rich second generation should buy Haidi or Ak to buy shoes, at least they also need Tenning."

Someone proudly stretched out his legs and shook a pair of Aks on his feet (Well, you just think it is Nikes).

"Oh, it turns out that you are the legendary rich second generation!"

"Neither of me, but I have to buy at least a pair of Aks to buy shoes, so it's comfortable to wear."

"Oh hey! I remembered that this Wangye is the little music prince."

"I met him during the art exam, yes, that's right, it was his "Two Tigers"."

"Really? He wrote the children's song "Two Tigers" that has been very popular recently?"

"Damn! No wonder this guy looks very polite on the surface, but he feels very arrogant..."

"What arrogance, why didn't I see? I think he is quite modest and gentle."

"You only see the surface, I see the moment. This person is a little arrogant inside. It is not the kind of arrogance that looks down on others, but... how to say it, it is the kind of arrogance that is all mediocre, except me."

"The unbelievable kind..."

"Haha, if I could write "Two Tigers" at the age of 17, I would be so proud. Even if I have talent, I can't do anything."

"Tsk...what is the talent to write "Two Tigers"? What is the musical prince?"

"The melody is so simple. When can I write popular pop songs that have spread all over the country and show me?"

"You're still joining the composition department, and you can say this? You don't know, "Two Tigers" has been included in the latest excellent children's songs by the National Children's Drama General Academy."

"Ah? Why don't I know when? Don't lie to me."

"It's been two days ago. It's confirmed but not announced yet. I have relatives working in the General Hospital. I only know that..."

"Haha, our music department knows that there is an invisible chain of contempt in the music industry."

"Those who play classics look down on jazz."

"Those who play jazz look down on rock."

“The people who play rock look down on pop.”

"Playing popular and playing Minyao look down on each other."

"What else can you ignore electronics, rap, hip-hop, etc."

"However, many people forget their children's songs!"

"But we all understand that children's songs are the simplest and most difficult to write!"

"Almost all children's songs are charity songs, with the highest style and reputation."

"Because, all of us grew up listening to nursery rhymes."

""Two Tigers" are simple? No, it's not simple at all."

"If this little prince of music can continue to write new and excellent children's songs, his future prospects are limitless."

On the second day of school, Wang Ye officially started his first class in classroom No. 3 of the Music Department.

He was assigned to the Music Department of the Magic City Art Academy and divided into seven classes, which were divided into seven classes according to different professional tendencies. He was in Class 1 of Composition. There were more than 20 students in the class, most of whom were boys, the youngest was girls, and the class teacher was Li Yuefen. The teacher was a male teacher named Zhao Zheng, and a female counselor named Zheng Li.

After clicking the name, counselor Zheng Li stood on the podium and said with a smile:

"Some male classmates will accompany me to the library to get the textbook."

As soon as these words were said, four or five boys who wanted to show off immediately stood up, but Wang Ye's eyes were faint and he didn't want to join in the fun.

Wang Ye found a Feng Shui throne and sat quietly in the back row by the window.

This is a good position, and Sakamoto once sat in this position.

Zheng Li nodded and said to Wang Ye with a smile:

"Wang Ye, you are the little music prince in our class. You should also play an exemplary role."

As soon as these words were said, the men and women in the class looked at him, a little curious, a little envious, and some were jealousy and disdain.

Wang Ye frowned, but still stood up. He couldn't give the counselor face the first day of school.

Sure enough, people are famous and have many troubles. The name of the little music prince makes Wang Ye not even low-key, and the counselor will ask him for work.

Half an hour later, all the students got the textbooks and took a day's class. Wang Ye returned home with a little discomfort. When he went to Li Yuefen to study music basics in the evening, he told him what he had happened to him all day.

"Godmother, I feel that counselor Zheng always seems to find something for me."

"At the beginning, I asked me to move books, which was nothing, and later I suggested that I be the class monitor, saying that I was a little talented and should add burdens, and that I wanted me to join the student union. I knew I didn't live in the school, and I also said that I shouldn't be outside when I just started school... I asked me to tell you a lot of things."

"I'm a little uncomfortable, godmother, I just want to study quietly."

"I understand, I will tell Xiao Zheng... If I guess correctly, Xiao Zheng is a little jealous of you..."

"Ah? Jealous?"

"This is because my godmother didn't think about it well. You have the title of a musical prince just as soon as school starts. It's a bit of a spurt to grow, and it will inevitably make people jealous."

"For example, Xiao Zheng wrote a lot of songs and threw them out, but she has never become famous in the music industry. She worked as a counselor in the school because she was unwilling to give up and wanted to use the college's connections to further her studies and expand her connections in the music industry."

"Look at her fame that she has so much to be sought, you have just started school. She is a little sad to see."

"You understand, too."

"Godmom, I understand it, but I don't want these troubles to come up with."

"And why she was jealous of me? I just wrote a nursery rhyme by chance, so why didn't she?"

"Before my godmother told you about this, your "Two Tigers" has been selected into the latest excellent children's songs of the National Children's Drama General Academy... In other words, you have already made your debut and have won the recognition of the industry circle as soon as you debut. With your own representative work, at least in the field of children's songs, you are the number one."

“小郑十年前毕业,努力了十年,现在还没得到认可呢.”

"……Well……"

"Don't worry, I will go to Xiao Zheng to say hello, and I won't let her find something for you any more."

Wang Ye had no choice but to nod, and he didn't say much, and he made up his mind to stay away from Tutor Zheng.

Because, he understands her.

He even felt a little empathy in his heart.

He understood Zheng Li's mentality very well. It was like he had been in the online literature industry for more than ten years in his previous life. Suddenly one day, he found a newcomer in the author group to become a god with a book. The sadness in his heart was simply indescribable. He madly clicked on the newcomer's works to see if he was a big shot, but after reading more than a dozen chapters, he could only put down his mouse powerlessly... and came to the result, "It is indeed a masterpiece worthy of being popular."
Chapter completed!