Fang Ye has completely integrated into his own world at this moment.

He only felt that his thinking was very smooth.

He combined the music feelings and skills of Beethoven, combined with Schumann, Chopin and others.

Slowly, the combination became a paper that belongs to him.

When he wrote, he slowly began to feel that his perception of music became deeper.

This feeling is too difficult to describe.

He made it in one go, and from time to time on his face, a feeling was revealed.

And a few people standing behind him ...

At this moment, I saw a little stunned.

"This guy, is the speed too fast? And, what he wrote is so exciting!"

"Yeah, there are a lot of things I don't think to think about, but ... he can express it so excitingly, and even makes me feel a little ... It's strange."

"If this paper can be maintained throughout the process, I see, I can be included in the world papers file, so that the musicians all over the world can refer to it ..."

They looked at Fang Ye carefully.

Each argument, each argument, and every argument, it makes sense.

The difference between the kind of vernacular written by others is very, very large.

A paper, about 10,000 words.

Everyone looked at it silently.

"Keke!"

Suddenly, a cough came.

Professor Qin was stunned.

Looking up, I found that Yang Liyuan was staring at them.

They stunned.

"What do you stand here? It's all scattered!"

Yang Liyuan said.

They just reacted!

At this moment, there are five people standing behind Fang Ye!

Slowly, everyone quickly dispersed on both sides, and his face was full of embarrassing expressions.

However, the shock in their hearts is still there!

What Fang Ye wrote was a bit subverted their awareness of music!

Even if it is scattered, it must be patrolled behind Fang Ye from time to time.

Then pretend to be a bit itchy, look at it while ticking.

Yang Liyuan looked at this scene and frowned.

What is this guy?

And that Fang Ye, how to write a dissertation like writing a novel, crackling, did you really write the paper as a novel?

10,000 words, Fang Ye felt outbreak, and it took an hour to complete.

However, he always feels that the thesis has not finished writing.

Sit down again.

[On the rhythm and skills of music 2]

Well, this is the second part of the article.

Nympho

At this moment, many people are waiting outside the test room.

The reporters did not leave.

They all want to know what Fang Ye's grades are.

"I have to wait for a day. I heard that the written test is the paper, it is not easy!"

"Yeah, how can the thesis write a day? Just those old teachers can write too much to write a day."

"Isn't it difficult for that classmate Fangyan? Well, I don’t know what will happen in the end. I feel that he may have a big problem now."

"No way, so young, how can there be so much experience?"

"yes……"

Reporters have talked about it.

After all, this stuff is not easy.

Not just reporters.

On the Internet, there are also many netizens waiting silently.

In the morning, wait until noon.

At noon, wait until the evening.

"In other words, haven't you come out yet? What are you doing?"

"I went in in the morning, and I saw someone going to deliver meals at noon. Now it will be handed over at seven o'clock in the evening. I have seen some people come out, but there is no Fang Ye."

"Normal, I guess Fang Ye had to cry with red eyes. The professor's assessment was written in the paper, and it was written for a day! This doctor may not be able to do it. What can he do?

End! "

"Haha, I also said Double Hundred, I thought it was true ... alas !!"

"Don't think about it, I guess he can't get in, so he died in the written test!"

Slowly, some netizens were gloating.

Xin Chu Liang was watching the time silently.

Watching people who come out after another.

He is getting more and more in a hurry.

The time is now slowly!

"Aren't you very confident? Such a powerful person, the paper shouldn't stop you?"

"I hope you don't make mistakes ... Come on ..."

"Otherwise, it's really sad."

His mood is a bit complicated.

They even regretted inviting Fang Ye to become their professor.

This is true ...

In the test room!

There are more and more people who pass the paper.

They all looked at Fang Ye, and found that the boy had just started writing, and he couldn't help showing a sneer on his face.

"Look, I said that this kid will last cry, and it can't be written at all." Www.bǐqυgetν.

"Isn't it? Now he should understand that he is not qualified at this age, and there is no way to participate in this written test."

"When I left, I still watched his keyboard knock quickly, and it is probably panicked!"

"Otherwise? Time is coming!"

Several teachers came out with a smile.

The conversation was naturally heard by reporters.

"It seems, the first level is going to be finished?"

"This ... it seems like this? Can't you go?"

"Time is coming, and they also said that Fang Ye knocked on the keyboard fast, indicating that he had begun to write randomly, and it was going to fail!"

"Yeah ... it's going to fail ..."

They murmured themselves.

well!

I thought I would witness the miracle, now ...

They don't know what to say.
To be continued...