Superstars of Tomorrow

In the next few days, Fang Zhao spent most of his time at the art center, and communicated more and more with the students.

The students who participated in the rehearsal also found that this young artist is really not simple, and the news reported on the Internet is not exaggerated at all. From guns and mechs to art exams, no matter what they said, Fang Zhao could answer them.

At the beginning, Gu Mang was worried that Fang Zhao would not be able to suppress these young students. These little dolls were all born and raised in Yinxing, and they have been exposed to different environments since childhood. There will always be some small frictions during the rehearsal process, which cannot be dealt with. If it's good, maybe we can fight.

Especially those who like to pick things up, Gu Mang plans to talk to them in private. But after two days of observation, he found that the content of the conversation he had prepared was not useful at all.

Wandering around the rehearsal field, Gu Mang had nothing to do to talk to other trainers for a while.

Art center lounge.

"Gu Mang, why do I feel that you are free recently?" Someone asked.

"I don't need me over there, Fang Zhao is enough. I can only come and talk to you." Gu Mang picked a chair and sat down.

An instructor sitting on the side raised his eyebrows: "The conductor of the entire orchestra just called one? Did you send anyone to help with the work?"

"Pie! But there are not many things to share. Most of them have to be handled by Fang Zhao himself. He writes out the details on the score. During rehearsals, he has to personally conduct the performance to reduce the flaws in the performance."

"Can't others share these? We also have professional musicians here."

"It's not the same. In terms of understanding of the selected works, it's still not as good as Fang Zhao."

The instructor's eyes flickered slightly, and he leaned over and asked, "Did those little guys make trouble?"

"Be good!" Gu Mang said.

"Hey, Gu Mang, it's fine to talk to people outside, but you're still playing nonsense in front of us, can we not know what kind of temperament those little guys are?"

"Hey, I'm telling the truth this time. I don't believe you can pick any time to go and see it." Gu Mang laughed.

The instructors really didn't believe it in their hearts, and they didn't pick another time. They got up and went to the Youth Orchestra to have a look together. When they came back, they all looked surprised.

"It's rare. It's rare to see them so obedient. Have they changed their temper? Has the rebellious period passed? Are they mature?"

Thinking of something, Gu Mang laughed for a while, and then said: "Of course it's not that easy. Just yesterday, a boy with a heavy machine didn't do well in the solo queue. Fang Zhao asked him to talk."

Several other instructors smiled knowingly.

During military exercises or encounters with wars, heavy mechs usually rush to the front line, brave enough. Talents trained in related majors are more or less affected.

But it's just too brave, and it seems too aggressive, and it's not something that can be controlled by random people.

Are those kids really so easy to teach?

Young and energetic, usually disobedient to anyone, how could he honestly accept the command of an outsider?

Facing Fang Zhao, the student from Juji was the first to fight.

"What did he do?" the instructor asked.

"He choked on Fang Zhao and said, 'You do what you want!'"

"Then what?"

"Then Fang Zhao really got on."

Other trainers: "Huh??"

"Is it a piano or..." An instructor made a gesture of clenching his fist and waving it.

"There are all of them. If you want to compare musical instruments to musical instruments, and force to force, I have to say, Fang Zhao is really talented!"

"Isn't that hitting that kid hard enough?"

"No, Fang Zhao still takes good care of their emotions. According to my observation, the psychological shadow is not there, but they are much more obedient during rehearsal."

"If you want me to say, you have to find someone to punish those little bastards! You play the qin every now and then, do you really think you are a qin master?

Young people don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, so they have to know that there are people beyond others, and remind them all the time that a mountain is higher than a mountain!

Look at this time, being summoned by Fang to 'talk', wouldn't it be more peaceful when you come back? Fang Zhao can suppress her being so obedient now! "

While talking, the trainer's smile restrained, "Speaking of which, I just saw the schedule over there. It's no less intense than our usual standard training. Fang Zhao has to carry so many things by himself. I'm tired just looking at it. Fight hard, can your body hold it up?"

He has seen many deeds of Fang Zhao reported by the authoritative media before. Compared with other artists, Fang Zhao's physique must be stronger, but, "After all, he is engaged in art, so he can't compete with these boys who have received military training since childhood." We compare."

"Yes, I see that the other invited artists have brought their assistants. The assistant is capable of writing and martial arts, and can help share a lot of work. Has Fang Zhao brought an assistant?"

Gu Mang's expression was complicated: "I did, but he asked his assistant to take care of the dog. Even if his assistant didn't go for a walk, he couldn't help. He's not a professional, and he doesn't know much about music."

An old trainer shook his head gently and sighed: "Fang Zhao is still too young and inexperienced! He should bring more useful helpers. I think other people's assistants can help with overall planning, but his assistant is actually busy. With a dog?"

"One assistant and two bodyguards were sent by him to take care of the dog. I don't know what he thinks. I can't understand the thinking of young people today." Gu Mang said.

"Dog slave, this is him!"

"I heard that his dog is worth a lot of money!"

Gu Mang sighed, "Who knows, when I was over there, I found that he read messages every one or two hours, and even talked on the break, all of which were to ask the dog."

At this time, Fang Zhao, the central figure discussed by the trainers, was talking to Nan Feng.

Now is the break time for rehearsal, Fang Zhao took the time to learn about the condition of curly hair.

Early this morning, the anti-smuggling team from Yinxing Airport came to find Fang Zhao, and asked Curly Hair to go to their airport for a walk. Chat with the working dogs of Hidden Star.

Fang Zhao wasn't worried about the phased exams, what he was worried about was that Curly couldn't control his mouth when he got excited. He sent all three of Nanfeng to watch over them, and he couldn't let go of his mind, so he asked Nanfeng to send a message every half hour.

Nanfeng turned on the video to talk to Fang Zhao, "Hey, boss, we are still in the airport, everything is fine!"

It is not possible to make video calls anywhere in the airport. Even the camera is not allowed to be turned on. If you want to answer a video call, you can get a designated area.

Nanfeng is talking to Fang Zhao there now, surrounded by walls, without any personal privacy or military secrets, even the tables, chairs, lamps and drinking fountains are public models.

"The working dog stage test at the airport hasn't been carried out yet?" Fang Zhao asked.

"No, it seems that there is something wrong with the mine. I went on a temporary mission and just came back half an hour ago." Nan Feng told Fang Zhao about the situation here.

"Most of the working dogs here in Yinxing are large dogs. There are only two medium-sized dogs, and no small dogs. Curly hair is the smallest here. But we are not afraid of them! We even went up to say hello!"

When Nanfeng thought about the situation at that time, he felt radiant, "Boss, do you know that curly hair is not inferior in front of those arrogant-looking hidden star dogs, it really looks good for us!"

Fang Zhao's tone was subtle: "...what did it do?"

Nanfeng, who was immersed in joy and pride, did not notice the change in Fang Zhao.

"It's nothing, Curly just went up and said hello to those hidden star dogs."

"How did it fight?" Fang Zhao asked.

"It just sniffed and licked the leading dog. Don't worry boss, there was no fight, it was just a lick."

"What's the reaction of the dog being licked?" Fang Zhao asked again.

"It seemed to be frightened. She drew back with her tail between her legs and barked loudly. After seeing the curly hair, she avoided it." Nanfeng was a little proud when talking about the situation at that time, "Our little scroll is amazing!"

In Nanfeng's view, everything is quite normal. Some big dogs are very capable of working, but they may not be courageous, and some are afraid of small dogs.

Fang Zhao's eyes twitched, and he didn't say much to Nan Feng, but said: "Let Curly come over, I'll have a word with it."

"Okay! Come to Curly, the boss wants to talk to you." Nanfeng pointed the camera of the communicator at Curly.

Curly came over with tail drooping, humming with a guilty look.

Fang Zhao stared at the curly hair, and only made a sound when he saw that its ears were drooping. Only said a few words.

The first sentence: "Be good."

The second sentence: "Shut up."

Those two seemingly peaceful sentences, but Nan Feng couldn't help trembling when he heard them.

horrible!

There is no doubt that curly hair is being trained again! Maybe you have to face the wall when you go back!

Regarding the matter of curly hair being trained, Nan Feng was at a loss.

Why is the boss so strict with a dog?

Didn't it just lick it?

"What did it do wrong?" Nan Feng whispered to Zuo Yu beside him.

"No?" Zuo Yu said.

What's wrong with a dog licking a dog?

That's right!

See you tomorrow.