Hearing Zhao Mingcheng’s words, Su He subconsciously looked towards Qianxun.
Qianxun nodded at this mont and said, "You make sense, but I’d like to ask, does your grandfather still take on disciples?"
Zhao Mingcheng was startled at this question.
Then he realized that Qianxun was thinking of having his grandfather teach Su He.
Soon, Zhao Mingcheng shook his head and said, "My grandfather has long stopped taking disciples."
Just dealing with the students from the music academy kept him busy enough.
Qianxun heard this and sighed with so regret, "That’s too bad."
He had actually wanted Elder Zhao to personally ntor Xiao He.
Now it seed unlikely.
...
Zhao Mingcheng, at this ti, couldn’t help but speak up for himself, "What? Do you think I’m not as good a teacher as my grandfather? Let tell you, my grandfather is amazing, but he really hates pop music. He finds it too frivolous. I’m different; I am good at both classical and pop music."
Hearing this, Qianxun couldn’t help but chuckle and say, "Director Zhao, you misunderstand. I think Elder Zhao has a high level of expertise in lyric writing and composition, which is why I wanted him to guide Xiao He in that area. After all, as a singer, one’s developnt is limited by their voice, but composing is different."
Singing is a very vocally damaging endeavor.
Xiao He might be popular for twenty or so years, but by then, his voice will definitely have issues.
It’s an inevitable problem.
Yet Xiao He clearly has talent in composition, and with this in mind, she naturally couldn’t let him waste this gift.
...
Seeing that Qianxun had considered the limitations of the voice, Zhao Mingcheng then understood.
Quickly, he nodded and said, "You’re right, but don’t worry, I have no intention of burying his talent in that area either."
Hearing this, Qianxun nodded and said, "Then, I’ll have to trouble Director Zhao with Xiao He’s future ntoring."
Zhao Mingcheng, hearing this, finally showed a smile. "It’s no trouble at all. Teaching a student like this is my pleasure."
Tong Sheng, hearing this, then said with a smile in his eyes, "It looks like I’m going to have another competitor in the future."
"Humph, good to know! If you keep holed up at ho without releasing new songs, you’ll go from Prince to vagabond!" Zhao Mingcheng said.
Although he said this, Zhao Mingcheng was very clear in his mind that songwriting is an endeavor that requires great inspiration.
Without it, whatever is written will just be crap, no matter how urgently it’s needed.
...
Tong Sheng then laughed and said, "Don’t worry, Brother Zhao, I’ll definitely release my new album before my little disciple does."
Hearing this, Zhao Mingcheng was finally reassured.
"It looks like you’re ready." It should be known that Tong Sheng hadn’t released a new album for over two years, and the outside world was criticizing that he couldn’t write good material anymore.
Then, Zhao Mingcheng turned to Tong Sheng and said, "Alright, we should be going now, so we won’t disturb you anymore."
"Sure, take care. And thank you, Sister Ruan, for tidying up the house," Tong Sheng said to Ruan Mianmian.
Ruan Mianmian glared at him and said, "I don’t know what your manager is doing, allowing you to make such a ss of your ho."
Hearing this, Tong Sheng said nonchalantly, "All he needs to do is make sure he delivers my als on ti."
Besides, they were grown n; he didn’t find the living room ssy, and neither did his manager.
Shortly thereafter, he escorted the group downstairs.
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