On the phone page was a trending post on Weibo.
@ Music Education Association:
"I have two announcements."
"The exchange between China and Magnesia has come to an end. The Huaxia symphony orchestra has performed well and cheered for the motherland!”
"The Voice of China's Zhang Hao has lost to Wu Fanfan, and the last folk music contestant has been eliminated.”
"I would like to remind you that parents in China must pay attention to choosing western instruments for the sake of their children's future.”
"Whether it's the piano, the violin, or the cello! Or clarino, trumpet, or sax!”
"They all represent elegance and nobility!"
"On the other hand, folk music."
"Whether it's the dulcist, pipa, suona, zither, flute, or erhu!”
"They all represent backwardness and tacky!"
“……”
This Weibo post had received 3 million likes, 150,000 reposts, and 100,000 comments!
"Sigh!"
Zhang Hao sighed and threw his phone on the bed. He looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror.
He was Zhang Hao.
It could also be said that it was not Zhang Hao.
He came from another world and was a true transmigrator.
The owner of this body was a third-year student. He had been learning the bamboo flute since he was five years old and had entered the Central Film Academy of Music three years ago.
He had thought that he would be rewarded for his hard work.
However, when she went to university, she realized that folk music was not popular at all.
The school leaders did not like it.
His classmates didn't like him.
Even the majority of parents did not like it.
Once a folk music student graduated from university, they could not find any job at all. They could only sit at home and wait for death.
A few days ago.
China had organized a competition called " The Voice of China." Anyone who studied music could join the competition.
During the competition.
The contestants could play solo instruments or sing by themselves.
Zhang Hao's university had a total of five spots that were exempted from the audition.
According to the school's intention, all five spots were given to Western music.
This decision made Min Le completely furious. After making a scene in school for an entire week, he finally won the only spot for Min Le.
After all the folk music students voted, this spot was finally given to Zhang Hao.
Zhang Hao carried the dreams of his classmates and carried the expectations of his teachers to participate in this competition.
But he lost.
He lost to Wu Fanfan, who played the trombone.
It was also because of this incident that the vice president of the association directly posted a post insulting folk music and mocking people who studied folk music on Weibo.
The owner of this body was so angry that he drank three bottles of Wuliang Liquor in a row and died immediately.
That was how Zhang Hao transmigrated.
Zhang Hao shook his head and cursed,""Are the people in this world crazy? Why couldn't the things left behind by their ancestors be compared to those foreign goods?”
"One day!"
"I will prove to you that folk music is the real wealth!”
“……”
At this point, Zhang Hao suddenly stopped.
Then, he smiled bitterly and his face was filled with bitterness.
Proof?
It was easier said than done!
The leaders of the China Film Academy of Music favored Western music. They gave Western music the best piano room, the best environment, and the most opportunities.
However, the folk music department did not have such treatment.
They lived in cramped dormitories.
The three students shared a piano room.
She had no chance to perform in her four years of university.
It was unrealistic to make a comeback in such a university.
"Ding!"
"System activated!"
"Host detected. Activating binding program.”
"System binding-10%!”
"System binding-30%!”
"System binding-70%!”
"System binding-100%!”
“……”
Just as Zhang Hao was feeling depressed, a few cold female voices suddenly sounded in his mind.
As a young man of the New Era, he was no stranger to the word system.
In the novels of his previous life, there were often all kinds of systems.
It was really unexpected!
Such a thing actually fell on his head.
Zhang Hao cleared his throat and asked,""What kind of system are you?"
The system replied,[Almighty Heavenly King System!]”
"What use does it have?"
"Help Master walk towards glory, walk out of China, walk towards the world, become the top all-rounded heavenly king, and enjoy the admiration of the world!”
"Every time you expose yourself and create a sensation, it will automatically generate Reputation Points. 10,000 Reputation Points could be used for a Bronze Lottery, 100,000 Reputation Points could be used for a Silver Lottery, and 1,000,000 Reputation Points could be used for a Gold Lottery!”
"Newbie Gift Pack has been distributed to the warehouse. Do you want to open it now?”
"Open it."
"Ding!"
"Congratulations, Master, for obtaining Musical Instrument Mastery!”
"Congratulations, Master, for obtaining Singing Proficiency!”
In the next second, countless knowledge surged into Zhang Hao's mind. It was as if there were countless ants shuttling through his throat. It took him a full ten minutes to digest all these things.
The current Zhang Hao!
He could be considered a master performer. Any instrument in his hands could reach the level of a musician!
It was the same with her singing!
"Ding! Release the first mission."
"After winning the championship of 'Voice of China', there will be a super big gift bag as a reward.”
…………………………
After all, to the author, this book was indeed very different. This was because the author was a music student, and a folk music student who learned suona. Whether it was when he was young or now, there were always people who heard about learning suona and thought it was rubbish, but the author did not think so!
Perhaps it was because he had studied suona for so many years, but he always had a different feeling about the suona and the things of his ancestors.
That was why he decided to write this book. He hoped that everyone would like it and support him.
This little brother thanks!
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。