Cannon fodder fake master was stunned after being reborn

Chapter 64.1

Zhang Jiang pursed his lips and smiled, "One night?"

Shen Xingsui nodded slightly.

Actually, Shen Xingsui didn't quite catch Zhang Jiang's underlying meaning. Composing something that brilliant in the span of one night was nothing short of miraculous.

Zhang Jiang stood up. "Come here."

Shen Xingsui followed.

Zhang Jiang stopped in front of a piano in the room. He sat down, put a new cigarette in his mouth, then started playing. He didn't play too much, but simply played a few simple tunes before stopping.

"Come on, make a simple short song with the tone I just played." Zhang Jiang stood up, looked down at him, almost provocatively, "Can you?"

Shen Xingsui hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly. "I can!"

Sitting down by the piano, Shen Xingsui took a deep breath after parsing through the tunes he was given. He hummed it out loud, then put down his fingers on the piano key. Slowly but surely, a simple melody was formed. At first, it was jilted and awkward, but after several trial-and-error, Shen Xingsui finally had an idea of how the short song should sound like. Finally, a complete melody came from the piano, pleasant and ethereal.

The young man looked shy and reserved at first. After finishing this short song, he exuded a confident aura, and his brows were firm. He believed in his own music, just as the music also believed in him .

After the song was over, the room was quiet for a moment.

Then, there was a slow applause, and a big smile appeared on Zhang Jiang's face. "I really lucked out on finding you, Shen Xingsui. Well, let me tell you the truth. That snippet of tune was something for Mr. Fu's new song. The lyrics have already been written. Actually, that song has been unfinished for more than half a year, and countless arrangements have been made, but none was satisfactory. It seems getting a fresh perspective like yours was the key."

"?!"

Shen Xingsui stood up with a loud "crash", falling off the piano bench. He stammered as he got up, then pointed at himself and said, "Teacher Fu's new song?! Me??"

Zhang Jiang was caught by surprise and worried about the youth for a moment. But seeing he was fine, he answered with a nod. "Yes."

The youth was shocked stupid, all incoherent with excitement. "Me, I will arrange music for Teacher Fu? You really think highly of me, I can't do it, how could I arrange music for Mr. Fu, I..."

Zhang Jiang shook his head and scolded him lightly. Why was he so unconfident the moment he brought up Fu Jinxiao? "Hey, does Mr. Fu have any grudge against you? Are you so unwilling?"

Grudge?

No!!

Shen Xingsui's head shook like a rattle, "There is no hatred, no hatred, I just feel that I... I am not worthy to arrange music for Teacher Fu."

Zhang Jiang actually understood what Shen Xingsui meant. The youth was a newcomer, so of course he's going to be nervous when suddenly tasked to compose a song for a very famous artist like Fu Jinxiao.

For someone like Fu Jinxiao, there were countless people throwing themselves at his feet for the slim chance of collaborating. These people weren't nobodies either, many of them were people with profound qualifications and outstanding strength.

So, Shen Xingsui must feel too unqualified in comparison. It must be embarrassing.

Zhang Jiang rubbed his chin and thought of a good response. He finally said, "Whether you are worthy or not is not up to you. Sometimes seniority is not the only criterion for measuring ability, and I didn't say that I will pick you in the end. It still depends on your performance. If you think you aren't capable, do not try to self-sabotage yourself, or–"