When Ban Xia saw that Tang Lengyu was leaving, he panicked.

He quickly took two steps and stopped at the door:

"Jiang Nan just made some suggestions. If Leng Yu thinks something is wrong, just don't listen."

Among the seven of them, only Tang Lengyu can arrange music.

If Tang Lengyu leaves, their performance will be over.

"Pretending to understand when you don't know, just pointing fingers."

Tang Lengyu paused and glanced at Jiang Nan. His voice was extremely low, with an air of arrogance in his voice.

"I feel sick being in the same team with such people."

The sound rippled through the rehearsal room with incomparable clarity.

Jiang Nan was sitting on a stool with his legs crossed and his black eyes were deep and dark.

His fingers were tapping on his knees every now and then.

The corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Tang Lengyu, we are a team! You speak nicely!"

Lou Shuyun has a good temper, but at this moment he felt that there was anger lingering in his chest.

"Besides, Jiang Jiang's arrangement... is also pretty good!"

The words were spoken loudly.

But after saying that, Lou Shuyun also felt uneasy.

The word "ok" is quite descriptive.

Able to jump up and down.

Jiang Nan said it was okay, but he didn't know to what extent it was okay.

"That's just right. The heavy responsibility of arranging the music will be left to Jiang Nan."

Tang Lengyu sneered, stroked his cap and said indifferently.

"Okay." Jiang Nan pressed her fair wrist, her bright and cold eyes slightly raised, quite nonchalantly, "Then I'll give it a try."

When Tang Lengyu heard this, he said "Pfft", and made no secret of his sarcasm towards Jiang Nan in front of everyone, "Okay, I want to see what kind of rubbish you can write."

After Tang Lengyu finished speaking, he directly pushed Ban Xia's hand away and walked out.

Didn't even look at it.

The originally noisy air seemed to be drained out in an instant, and I fell into endless confusion and helplessness.

No one expected that Tang Lengyu would really leave, and Jiang Nan would really dare to compose his own music.

It's just that now that things have happened, it's useless to say anything.

"It's okay, three cobblers can still stand up to Zhuge Liang!"

Ban Xia laughed heartily twice, breaking the silent air.

Ban Xia was the oldest and calmest among the seven. He comforted him: "Jiang Nan, don't bear too much burden. Let's find a solution together."

"No burden."

Jiang Nan turned around on the instruments in the rehearsal room, picked up a transverse flute, and turned it twice on his fingertips.

There was a layer of cold mist in his eyes, "I'm going to the dormitory for a while."

After Jiang murmured, he turned on his toes and walked towards the dormitory.

The figure quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Lou Shuyun, can Jiang Nan really arrange music?"

Several people hesitated and then spoke.

Lou Shuyun swallowed and blinked again.

He hesitated and said with some apprehension: "I think so."

She has never seen Jiang Nan arrange music, and she doesn't know what Jiang Nan's level of composition is.

This arrangement is related to the performance and is closely related to several of them.

Lou Shuyun himself believed in Jiang Nan, but he could not force others to believe him.

"In this way, let's all try to arrange the music." Lou Shuyun thought for a while and suggested with lowered eyebrows, "We'll see if there are any usable parts then."

Ban Xia and others nodded in agreement.

It seems like this is the only way to go.

***

The rehearsal room is too noisy.

There was no one in the dormitory building.

It's so empty that it feels a little lonely.

Jiang Nan opened the door to the dormitory, pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag, then took off his shoes and sat on the bed.

The transverse flute is placed next to the pillow.

There was a piece of paper on his lap.

Casual and uninhibited.

The girl leaned lazily on the bed, with her hands bent, the back of her head resting on her elbows, and her eyes closed.

His fingers tapped the edge of the bed slowly.

With a slight sense of rhythm.

Five minutes passed, and it seemed like a long, long time had passed.

Jiang Nan opened his eyes.

Holding the pen, he began to sketch the music score casually, writing quickly and with clear strokes.

After a few smooth strokes, the notes jumped before my eyes, and a majestic charm seemed to rush out.

It's getting dark.

Jiang Nan didn't know how long he had been writing, but the paper was filled with notes.

There are seven people in the team, only Lou Shuyun and Ban Xia are good at vocals.

Bansha's timbre is soft and flexible, her voice lines are broad and thick, and full of tension. She is a dramatic coloratura soprano.

His singing skills are remarkable, but precisely because of this singing style, his voice is highly recognizable and his singing is greatly restricted.

Lou Shuyun has a variety of timbres, and his voice is very controllable. His vocal range can transition from the high-pitched area to the low-pitched area, with a natural connection.

Several other people are all professional trainees.

The vocals and dancing are neither outstanding nor have any flaws.

A total of seven days were given for the first round of performances, and now two days have passed. The choreography team of the program team still needs about two days to choreograph, and they only have four days to practice.

If you want to get first place, you must maximize everyone's advantages.

And the song must also be able to capture the audience’s memory.

The best choice is Gufengge.

Bonus points for costumes, bonus points for Ban Xia's dramatic singing, Lou Shuyun's vocal range can also be used to its maximum effect, and everyone else can also gain attention when the camera changes.

It’s also easier for her to compose music and lyrics without using her brain.

Jiang Nan casually curled his pen in his hand, probably hummed to the manuscript paper, then picked up the flute and started to tune it again.

After composing the music, Jiang Nan began to write lyrics.

***

the other side.

After Jiang Nan left, Lou Shuyun and others also started arranging music.

They are not creative players to begin with. They stare at the draft paper and have no idea how to start.

One by one, they were holding pens in their mouths and drawing notes with sad faces. They looked sick and a little unmotivated.

Occasionally, I get a feeling of sparkling electricity, and when I pick up the music and play it, the rhythm and rhythm are strange.

Even the birds outside the window were so frightened that their wings flew around.

Ban Xia looked at the birds outside the window and scratched his head in frustration, "Are the birds disgusted? Are we still going to perform?"

"I miss my mother."

Lou Shuyun was made even more talkative by this incident. He sighed and sighed in long sentences.
To be continued...