All-rounder Artist - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Chapter 254 No One Understands Composing Better Than the Master_1

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In a world where the film industry system is perfected and developed, the preparation time for movies is inevitably not too lengthy. Of course, it’s unrealistic to believe all these preparatory work can be done within a few days. Hence, Lin Yuan simply took this time to take on a second apprentice.

It was the System’s task of teaching composition.

The second apprentice came from the composition department on the ninth floor.

Lin Yuan picked him from the list of potential newcomers given by Gu Dong. His name was Feng Shuo.

The reason for choosing Feng Shuo was simple…

Because this young composer had high potential!

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He had just joined the company and had already written two exceptionally well-performing songs.

Some even secretly referred to Feng Shuo as “Little Xian Yu,” highlighting his potential.

Remember, when Lin Yuan initially took Xue Liang as an apprentice, Xue Liang’s composition ability was just over four hundred. He was just a beginner. But Feng Shuo’s composition level was as high as five hundred and fifty-three! A score of six hundred meant you had a gold-standard ability in composition… With such a strong foundation, wouldn’t teaching be easy?

No wonder seniors in the art industry prefer talented apprentices.

Talented apprentices are easy to teach!

Lin Yuan wanted to exploit the System loophole using his own identity. He aimed to find a rookie with the highest potential and quickly cultivate him into a gold standard composer.

This would greatly improve the task completion efficiency.

However, the disadvantage of talented students is their arrogance.

Of course, Feng Shuo dared not show a rebellious attitude in front of Lin Yuan. Even without considering that Lin Yuan was the boss of the ninth floor, just bringing up Xian Yu was enough to suppress Feng Shuo, a young composing prodigy.

But…

While Feng Shuo was respectful to Lin Yuan on the surface, his thoughts were another matter.

In summary…

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Feng Shuo was delighted that Lin Yuan wanted to take him as an apprentice! Don’t get me wrong.

Feng Shuo was not happy because he could be taught by Xian Yu – he, a proud composing genius, didn’t think he could learn anything from Xian Yu.

What made him happy was…

Being Xian Yu’s apprentice made him the number one figure in the ninth floor’s composition department!

Revealing his identity – my teacher is Mr. Lin – who would dare to defy?

That was Feng Shuo’s primary goal for becoming Lin Yuan’s second apprentice.

However, what Feng Shuo never dreamed of was…

Before long, he would revere his own master as one would revere a god!

This happened exactly on the first of October.

This world has no such thing as National Day, so October 1st was just another ordinary day of the month.

Feng Shuo walked into Lin Yuan’s office, respectfully calling him Master. “Okay, let’s start the lesson. This is the first class I’m going to teach you…” Lin Yuan began.

As he spoke, Lin Yuan activated the “Yang Zhongming” character card, and his mind was immediately filled with vast composing knowledge.

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At the same time, the Teacher’s Halo completely enveloped Feng Shuo.

At this point, the effect of Lin Yuan’s Teacher’s Halo was even stronger than when he was teaching Xue Liang!

Then, Feng Shuo saw his own mentor, who seemed to have descended from heaven, seem like a different person…

He suddenly felt a sense of innate inferiority.

He didn’t even dare to look Lin Yuan directly in the eye as he had when he first entered the office.

It was as if simply making eye contact with him was a form of blasphemy. Later…

When Feng Shuo, who had already gained considerable standing in the composing world, was talking about his legendary tutor, he found it difficult to find precise words to describe his feelings back then.

All he knew was that that day, he had experienced a baptism-like music composition class.

During the lecture…

Lin Yuan’s profound knowledge of composition left Feng Shuo utterly astounded!

Every single simple sentence the master uttered in that class benefited him immensely, as if he were receiving an inspired enlightenment.

When the first class after his initiation concluded, Feng Shuo felt as if he had a completely new understanding of composition!

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As a result, when Feng Shuo left Lin Yuan’s office, he was in a daze.

All he could feel was a buzzing in his head.

It wasn’t until someone quietly called out to him, “Junior Brother,” that he snapped out of it.

Turning his head, he stammered, “Xue… Senior Xue?”

Xue Liang holds a high position in the composition department on the ninth floor, everyone is comfortable with him because of his status and his master-student relationship with Lin Yuan.

“What should you call me now?”

Xue Liang smiled and looked at the dazed junior in front of him.

Only he knew what Feng Shuo had been through in class today; he had the same experience, and his reaction was no better than his junior’s at that time, so he did not blame Feng Shuo for his dazedness now.

“Senior Brother!”

Feng Shuo corrected himself. Now fully revived, his expression had become eager and desiring. He wished he could turn back and have his master teach him more.

“You should study well with the master in the future.”

Xue Liang was the epitome of an elder brother, patting Feng Shuo on the shoulder:

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“Cherish this opportunity, once you graduate, the master won’t teach you as carefully as he does at the beginning, just like me, the master doesn’t give me much lesson now.”

Saying this, Xue Liang felt some regret and jealousy towards his junior.

Because he wanted to continue learning and progressing with the master. But the master seemed to have his own thoughts, and once he graduated, he rarely interfered with him.

So his desperate performances were intended to attract the Master’s attention. His goal was to become the Master’s pride one day!

“Thank you, Senior Brother!”

Feng Shuo nodded vigorously.

If at first, upon learning that he might be taken under Lin Yuan’s wing, Feng Shuo merely viewed it as an opportunity to cling to Mr. Lin’s coattails, by this point, he had grown to hold his master as the light and direction of his career and life.

This was genuine respect from the bottom of his heart!

At this moment, in Feng Shuo’s heart, his master was the god of composition! Being chosen by the master was like winning a supernatural luck, he was blessed by the god of composition!

Suddenly.

Feng Shuo turned around and bowed in the direction of Lin Yuan’s office.

Lin Yuan couldn’t see this.

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But Feng Shuo just wanted to do it that way.

He felt ashamed of his previous ignorance and arrogance.

Because in the past, Feng Shuo fantasized about becoming Lin Yuan’s apprentice first.

Once his future self grew up, he would surely be able to compose on par with Lin Yuan!

Successor will surpass precursor!

The new wave will die on the beach!

However, after attending Lin Yuan’s class, Feng Shuo realized…

With his own capabilities, he is not even qualified to lace up his master’s shoes! Perhaps in this lifetime, he would never reach the master’s stateliness!

Xue Liang, witnessing Feng Shuo’s actions and considering Feng Shuo’s usual arrogance in the composition department, seemed to understand something. He chuckled and said, “My words might not be pleasant to hear — since you’ve entered the Maser’s door, you should always be aware of your image. Don’t ever think too highly of yourself, and never disgrace the Master. Otherwise, I, as your senior brother, won’t let you off easy.”

“Please rest assured, Senior Brother.”

Feng Shuo assured him, “I want to continue learning from the Master. I won’t disgrace the Master’s name. In front of the Master, I dare not consider myself important.”

At this point, Feng Shuo suddenly felt indignant.

How dare anyone in the company refer to the master as just a “Maestro Junior”?

Had they attended the Master’s class, they would know that the word “junior” should not exist!

Feng Shuo’s understanding of composition told him that his master was the true Maestro!

In this world, no one understands composition better than his master!