472: Chapter 446: Stepping on Dung 472: Chapter 446: Stepping on Dung “They’re just idiots who acted stupidly and ridiculously on the plane!
And it cost a hefty bail!” Vincent explained to Steve, still holding a grudge because Liu Hun had twisted his jaw.
“Co on!
Let it go!” Steve urged Vincent., keen on making money off Lin Xiaoxiang, knowing that these people from the East had deep pockets.
“Why let it go?!
What sort of reasoning is that?!
You agree, right… Manager Liu!” A woman suddenly stood up from her seat, revealing Liu Hun’s identity.
Liu Hun took a closer look: tattered jeans, a casual short shirt, slightly curled and sowhat fluffy hair, and a proud deanor…
“Produced by Yi ngran!”
What Liu Hun had never expected was that the woman who stood up to speak was none other than the genius musician Yi ngran, who had also masterminded Shi Bi’er’s first single “Watch My 72 Transformations,” pulling Shi Bi’er out of the mire.
Unexpectedly, years later, the two would et again so far from ho in a foreign land.
“Hey!
You yellow-bred sow!
I’m already here in this class for Steve’s sake, what do you an by jumping out at this ti?” Vincent looked disdainfully at Yi ngran.
“You mongrel, shut your mouth!
Either your mother or your father is the ‘yellow pig’ you ntion!
Do you think you’re so noble?
You’re nothing but a filthy animal!” Yi ngran was not soone to be trifled with.
Known for her sharp tongue and fiery temper, much like Su Qingya, although Su Qingya was sharp-tongued, she didn’t have the explosive temper of Yi ngran, who had a reputation for offending others everywhere she went back ho.
“Oh!
Steve!
This place is absolutely filthy!
Look at the kind of people you’ve invited!
Can you ask them to get out?!
I can already sll the stench coming off them!” Vincent loudly complained to Steve.
However, what Liu Hun and the others hadn’t anticipated was that Vincent’s remarks even garnered so subtle support, distancing them even more from Yi ngran.
“Alright, Vincent, that’s enough.
Music knows no national or racial boundaries; it’s a joy for us to sit together and discuss music, why bring other things into it?
Vincent, sit down, and you all, please co in!
Music welcos you!” An elderly man, vigorous despite his white hair, stood up, his few words silencing Vincent, and even the hot-tempered Yi ngran made a concession and coldly sat down.
Lin Xiaoxiang and Liu Hun, along with the three of them, also entered the classroom, choosing seats next to Yi ngran.
Steve was very grateful as he glanced at Dean Laurent, then continued his lecture, “Baroque originally referred to an irregularly shaped pearl, which was derogatory, as people of the ti thought its ostentatious style was deaning to the Renaissance.
But now, it’s recognized as a grand artistic style in Europe.
A Baroque piece typically expresses a basic emotion; those that start lightly tend to maintain that levity throughout…”
Liu Hun was listening below.
Steve was essentially introducing the world’s music history, which, of course, included so of his personal opinions and understanding of music.
“… Blues music refers to a style of music, also called ‘blues,’ recognized as one of the roots of modern popular music.
It was originally a folk style of Arican blacks, ford before the Civil War.
Black slaves created unique scales and harmonies for it, using it to ease the hardships of life and to express hosickness, which gave blues a distinctly mournful tone, thus it’s also called a ‘song of complaint,’ a symbol of lancholy…” While Steve was talking, he suddenly saw Liu Hun raise his hand and asked, “Excuse , sir, do you have a question?”
“I wanted to ask, can two different styles of music be combined or, shall we say, fused?” Liu Hun asked Steve, not very familiar with the world’s music styles, wondering if R&B style didn’t exist, or if it did but Lin Xiaoxiang and her group were unaware.
“It should… it should be possible, but… each style has its unique qualities and irreplaceable charm, so I don’t particularly support mixing them,” Steve shared his opinion with Liu Hun.
Liu Hun nodded; he now knew that R&B truly didn’t exist.
“Hey!
Who do you think you are?
What fusion?!
What nonsense are you spouting?!
This is a music college!
If you don’t understand, then get out!
Don’t pretend to know when you don’t!” Vincent was very dissatisfied with Liu Hun, his hatred for Liu Hun was not slight.
“I think the one pretending to know things is you!
Just because you haven’t seen it, you think it doesn’t exist or is not possible?!
You also think you could eat even though you haven’t seen manure!” Liu Hun retorted sharply to Vincent.
“Manure, what nonsense, what if I ate that?!” Vincent showed an expression of utter indifference, as if challenging.
“Pfft!” Three won almost laughed simultaneously, Yi ngran, not expecting Liu Hun to so thoroughly mock Vincent, explained with a smirk on her face, “Miten is composed of the characters for ‘dung,’ which ans feces.
Looks like you have a great appetite!”
“Slap!” Vincent slamd the book onto the table and exclaid, “All you yellow pigs know is how to play word gas?
Not a bit of musical culture!
Just a bunch of pigs!”
“Since you say we have no musical culture, do you dare to bet with ?” Liu Hun said to Vincent.
“Bet?
What bet?” Vincent’s interest was piqued instantly.
Steve looked at the two squaring off, unsure of what to do, and turned towards the old dean, Lawrence.
Lawrence seed eager to see what the bet was about, showing no intention of intervening.
“What if I could create a fusion of music?!” Liu Hun asked Vincent sternly.
Vincent burst into laughter, thinking what Liu Hun said was an absolute joke, “If you can do it, I’ll hang a sign around my neck that reads: ‘I am a mongrel!’ and then kneel for a day in Prague Square!
And if you can’t?”
“The sa!” Liu Hun nodded in response to Vincent.
“Okay!
You yellow pigs!
I’ll be waiting to see how you admit you’re yellow pigs!” Vincent said, then turned to Steve, “Steve, I’m sorry!
I really can’t stand staying in a place filled with the stench of pigs!
I’m waiting to see how these pigs hang their sign!” After saying this, he walked straight to the classroom door, but then stopped and said, “Hey!
Make sure you rember!
I want a complete song, one that can be sung by people!
Don’t try to fool with trash, I am a master of music!”
“Hmph!
Short hair, short-sighted!
I’ll let you see a complete MV and make you kneel!” Liu Hun coldly told Vincent.
“I!
Wait!
For!
It!” Vincent left without looking back.
However, what Liu Hun and the others didn’t expect was that after Vincent left, many white students also left.
“Let’s go too, staying here even a few more seconds makes sick,” Yi ngran said as she stood up and led the way to the door.
“Yi ngran!” Steve hurried over and called out to her, looking very anxious.
“Steve, stop pretending.
I’ve known for a long ti that deep down, you’re just like Vincent.
You’ve never t Chinese people before and just wanted to try sothing exotic, right?
Your artistic talent at the music academy is great, but your character…
haha!
I’m very clear about it!
I ca today just for the sake of politeness, don’t think too much about it!” Yi ngran left decisively, flipping her hair and giving no chance for Steve to explain further.
Liu Hun and the others also quickly walked out of the classroom.
As Liu Hun was stepping out, he was stopped by Dean Lawrence, “Sir, I’m looking forward to your music, and I wonder if you’re available to attend the Royal music dinner party the day after tomorrow?”
“It would be an honor!” Liu Hun agreed imdiately, wanting to see more of the world’s music to lay a foundation for nurturing more artists in the future.
“Oh, that’s wonderful!
Here are the invitations, you can bring along three beautiful ladies; just don’t mind so boring people,” Lawrence handing Liu Hun four invitations.
He had co here today looking for qualified people to attend tomorrow night’s music dinner party, and happening upon Liu Hun was an opportunity he wanted to take to talk more with this Easterner about music.
Liu Hun handed the invitations to Lin Xiaoxiang to give to Yi ngran, and thought about the three won who had spent a whole day shopping, returning to the hotel at night even bringing Yi ngran with them.
Only now did Liu Hun realize that Yi ngran had hit a musical bottleneck in her own country and hoped to find so breakthroughs here.
Yet, they hadn’t found anything so far.
The three won chatted away in their room till late into the night, and early the next morning, they got up to continue shopping for dresses to wear to the evening banquet.
Liu Hun truly admired their spirit as he was dragged along by them.
Liu Hun really didn’t understand what these won were made of; how they could get so energized just by the ntion of shopping.
Following behind the group of won, listening to their chats and laughs, he finally understood why they had such high spirits.
Turns out, Europe’s renowned luxury brand Valentino Galavani would be hosting a fashion show in Prague.
Even though Valentino, the founder, regretfully couldn’t attend, Valentino’s youngest designer, Mir Han, would appear.
After hosting this fashion show, he would also attend the Royal music dinner party.
After shopping till the evening and having dinner, Yi ngran led the three to the exterior of a side hall at the Prague Imperial Palace.
“Wow!
So this is what the Prague Imperial Palace looks like.
It’s beautiful, but it seems a bit smaller compared to our Forbidden City,” Shi Qing’er said, looking up at the Gothic-like architecture.
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