Mo Lang's 10-minute piece had indeed caught the eye of all the major music academies the moment it had been broadcast. Now that it was time for exams, there had to be something new, right?
Every year, a few outstanding pieces would be used as questions. Mo Lang's piece couldn't be missed. He was a great master, and the quality of his work was top-notch. It couldn't be missed.
Ever since he had gotten older, Mo Lang rarely had a piece made public every two to three years. Now, he came out with a big move. All sorts of appreciation questions, recomposing questions, and thesis questions went through the minds of the teachers who had come up with the questions.
Just like the students of all genres and majors in music sighed, complex composing techniques were indeed a kind of show-off. Mo Lang had put out all these hard moves. Ordinary students would find it difficult to take one move, let alone all the hard moves contained in an entire song.
Many students began to ponder. Since they knew that Great Master Mo Lang would be used as a test subject by the teachers, they had to make preparations.
Seek outside help?
However, the various reference book authors and teachers of various classes that could make their presence known with a little commotion were much more low-key this time around.
The teachers of the various classes also felt bitter, but they couldn't do anything in the short term.
They didn't dare speak. They hadn't even understood it themselves, yet they wanted to tutor others? What if they analyzed incorrectly? Wouldn't that be ruining their own reputation?
The composer was Mo Lang, an amazing character. His skills weren't something an average person could fully analyze.
Consult Mo Lang?
Don't be ridiculous!
How could it be that easy to invite a treasured master artist? Furthermore, Mo Lang was old, and his energy was limited. His body couldn't keep up, and many things were limited.
The students thought about it and realized that asking Fang Zhao was the most convenient.
Fang Zhao was young, and there was no generation gap. Furthermore, Fang Zhao was one of the composers, so he could speak.
As a result, the students of Qi'an Academy of Music were the first to approach Fang Zhao, calling him "senior."
Not only students, but teachers who had planned to use this piece as a test subject had also asked Fang Zhao.
As for Fang Zhao himself, he could talk about it and it wouldn't be too difficult. Back when Mo Lang was composing, the two of them had discussed a lot and had a good understanding of Mo Lang's artistic views and composing philosophy. However, the composer of this song was Mo Lang after all. Whether or not to talk about it and how much to talk about it still required Venerable Mo's opinion.
When Fang Zhao had asked Mo Lang about this, Mo Lang had been rather happy.
"That's good news!"
From Mo Lang's point of view, because his body could not keep up, he could not teach for long periods of time. But if he wanted someone to teach this work, the most suitable candidate would be Fang Zhao.
Just because Fang Zhao was young did not mean that Fang Zhao did not have sufficient ability. Back on planet Wai, the old man had already understood how much knowledge Fang Zhao had. In his opinion, Fang Zhao would have no problem giving a lecture.
Mo Lang's current status was high enough, and he no longer had any thoughts of hiding his abilities. He was more willing to share the knowledge he had mastered and his own insights with the younger generation.
In fact, in the past, Mo Lang had not imparted his knowledge without reservation. But now, he was already very old. Coupled with some of the insights he had gained during the creative process, he felt that at this point, what else could he not say?
Just like the ideas expressed in his works, inheritance was very important.
A teacher preaches the Dao and dispels doubts. If this industry wanted to develop, people like them had to push it forward. He hoped that in the future, there would be innovations and breakthroughs in all kinds of music.
"Fang Zhao, speak!"
Mo Lang was very supportive. "If not for my weak body, I would have gone on a global lecture tour!"
After obtaining Mo Lang's approval, Fang Zhao went to Huangzhou Academy of Art to apply for space for online classes.
Students could conduct online classes in the dormitory, but HuangArt had many more specialized online classrooms for teachers and students. The rental fee was not high, and as long as the application was approved, everything else was negotiable. The only requirement was that the lectures had to be broadcast live on HuangArt's own online teaching platform.
HuangArt's people naturally would not hold Fang Zhao back on this. Furthermore, Fang Zhao had Mo Lang's support. Without any hesitation, the application was approved on the spot, and it was even approved for a good classroom that had just been upgraded with live broadcast equipment.
After obtaining approval, Fang Zhao looked at the schedule for his advanced studies class and set a time for a live broadcast lecture to be staggered with the advanced studies class.
The class was scheduled to be split into three sessions, one hour each, and there was no charge.
This was also the suggestion that HuangArt's people in charge of online classes had given Fang Zhao.
Given Fang Zhao's current qualifications, the fees he could charge for listening to the lectures wouldn't be high, but because of Mo Lang's influence, if the fees were too low, he felt that it would be a disservice to Mo Lang's status. Furthermore, Fang Zhao did not lack money, so he was more open-minded and decided to give the lectures for free. In the past, some great masters had done the same, and he treated it as a form of donation, a form of encouragement and support for the younger generation.
News of Fang Zhao holding an online class to talk about "Legend" had been spread by students from Qi 'an Academy of Music and HuangArt. Very quickly, students from music academies in other continents also heard about it from chat groups, forums, and interactive platforms.
Many people went with the mentality of joining in on the fun. After all, it was free, and they wouldn't lose a single cent just by listening. But there were also people who felt that there was nothing good and nothing worth listening to for free. It was a waste of time.
The choice was in everyone's hands, and Fang Zhao did not force it.
He only had three sessions spread over three days, but the total duration was no more than three hours. Fang Zhao had even shown Mo Lang the lesson plans.
"Not bad. Let's do it this way! Do it properly! I'll be listening online. "
Mo Lang was listening online. Sometimes, he would express a few thoughts. He couldn't talk about an entire class, but he could still say a few words during each class.
However, Mo Lang's disciples were a little emotional. "Teacher is biased!"
Mo Lang had so many disciples. In terms of qualifications, status, and academic standards, all of them were miles ahead of Fang Zhao.
Mo Lang did not care about their emotions. "What can I do? Just in terms of this piece, Fang Zhao understands me the best. He also has sufficient professional knowledge and teaching standards! You guys? You guys don't understand me well enough. You can't express what I want to express! "
A few of Mo Lang's disciples didn't believe him and went to listen to Fang Zhao's classes.
On the first day, Fang Zhao talked about the background and artistic views of Mo Lang's piece.
"Is it like this? Is this what Teacher Mo means? "one of Mo Lang's disciples asked.
But every time they had this doubt, they would hear Mo Lang, who was listening online, summarize, "That's right, it's like this!"
As they listened, they no longer doubted Fang Zhao. Instead, they would lament in their hearts. So that's what Venerable Mo thinks. I couldn't tell. Could it be that when one gets older, their way of thinking changes?
It was not just Mo Lang's disciples who felt this way. At the start, many people had harbored suspicions and listened with the mentality of watching a show, but gradually, they realized that this little fellow Mo Lang's lectures were really of high quality, and they were all real goods.
Fang Zhao's e-sports fans and movie and drama fans also came over when they heard the news.
"Although I don't understand a single word, I feel that it's really impressive."
"So Zhao god really is a music major! I thought he was joking. "
On the first day of Fang Zhao's lecture, there were more than 20 million online viewers. Among them, less than 10% were music majors. The rest were either fans or passersby who were just joining in on the fun.
On the second day, Fang Zhao was going to talk about composing techniques. Yesterday, there were more than two million music majors. Today, it had increased by another million. A portion of the students who hadn't attended yesterday also came over. They realized that every word Fang Zhao said could be used as a reference. It was better to record it and then spend some time to understand it. Those with limited comprehension could just memorize it! At least they wouldn't hand in a blank paper.
However, even though there were more music majors, the total number of online viewers had increased by another 20 million compared to the first day of Fang Zhao's lecture! Compared to this, the new addition of more than a million professional listeners didn't count for much.
"Only a minority are music majors. Most of them are probably Fang Zhao's fans, right?"
"No wonder everyone loves to find famous celebrities to host live broadcasts. This is what it means to bring in traffic," someone lamented.
"HuangArt has done a great deal!"
Because the second lecture involved very important points of knowledge and composing techniques, the music majors and teachers also listened attentively. Those who couldn't keep up would watch the recorded version after the lecture.
Fang Zhao was also very focused.
"Ding — You have received a new special attention email. Please take note."
In front of more than 40 million online viewers, Fang Zhao's personal terminal suddenly beeped.
Fang Zhao's lecture paused slightly. He didn't look at the email and continued lecturing as if he hadn't been disturbed.
However, some people who were listening to the lecture had objections.
"It's better to turn off the notifications during class. This is a form of professional etiquette."
"That's right. We also turn off the notification sound when we lecture. Otherwise, it will easily disrupt our own thoughts and rhythm. We are also worried that it will affect the students negatively."
"Sigh, Fang Zhao is still young and inexperienced. Just take note next time. Fellow colleagues who are listening to the lecture don't need to be too harsh."
Fang Zhao's fans:
"So Zhao God's personal terminal notification sound is the system's default."
"I remember when this sound was first released, it was ridiculed by the entire nation as' stiff and emotionless as a rock. '"
"I haven't heard this default sound in a long time. So it hasn't been changed?"
"Hahahaha, it's the same as my grandpa's!"
Until —
"Do you guys know what notification he just received?! If you don't know, check out the news released by the Galaxy Awards committee! The winners of the Galaxy Supernova Award have all been announced! Just now! Fang Zhao is one of the 10 winners this year! "
"So, maybe Fang Zhao set the notification to be muted, but the notification from the Galaxy Awards is a special notification. That's why it suddenly sounded?"
"It can't be, right? If it's a Galaxy Supernova Award notification, why didn't he read it? "
Mo Lang, who was listening online, also saw the Galaxy Awards committee's announcement. He couldn't help but laugh when he recalled the notification he had heard in the lecture. "Hey! This kid is interesting! "
In all these years, he was the first person to ignore the Galaxy Supernova Award notification and continue his lecture so calmly.
More and more people went to check it out. When they came back, they left comments on the livestream.
"Zhao God! You won an award! "
"A grand prize! Is he really not going to read it? "
"Hurry up and read the special notification email!"
"If it were me, I wouldn't care about the lecture anymore. I'd hurry up and read the email!"
"I'll show you what God's composure looks like!"
"What the hell is' outstanding contribution to the cure of the Hull virus'?! Isn't the Galaxy Awards an artistic award? There shouldn't be a medical category, right? "
"New fans up front? It's a long story. Please search for news of the four movements of the '100-Year Period of Destruction.' "
More and more people found out about Fang Zhao winning the Galaxy Supernova Award. Even though Fang Zhao was still lecturing at his usual pace, the lecture's discussion section was flooded with comments urging Fang Zhao to read his email.
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Great-Grandfather Fang, who was also watching the livestream, found out about Fang Zhao's win in the discussion section and received confirmation from the official website. He was so happy that he cried himself hoarse.
Great-Grandfather Fang felt that this was no longer just a matter of family honor. As the only Yanzhou native to win the Galaxy Supernova Award this year, Fang Zhao had brought glory to Yanzhou. And as one of the heroes in the Hull virus's cure, he was benefiting all of humanity!
"My Little Zhao... How can he be so capable?"
Great-Grandfather Fang's emotions were getting out of hand. He was so moved that his face was covered in snot and tears. When he turned his head, he saw his grandmother filming him with a webcam.
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