Yu Chaoxin ran back to the dormitory excitedly, turned on the computer and started writing the score. There were four people in the dormitory, but now he was the only one left who had not moved out. Two active members of the school joined the orchestra early, and the other went abroad to study, so no one would disturb him.

I was busy until the afternoon, and I wrote dozens of pages of the score, and my mind was slightly less hot. He suddenly felt excited and the speed of typing the keyboard was getting slower and slower. Finally, I stopped dejectedly: No matter how much I write, it is useless, and I can't publish things. To put it bluntly, this is also an adaptation of the original author. If the author disagrees, it means infringement. No, it is more serious.

Otherwise, go to the author and ask for authorization and show him my adaptation? Can he agree? Where can I find it? What is the relationship between the residents in Nanhu Community and the author? I ask him if there is hope?

Then a bolder thought flashed through.

Is it possible for me to take this song for myself?

Yu Chaoxin was shocked by this devilish thought and shook his head quickly.

No, no, it's illegal to do this. The original author must have evidence, and he will be really ruined by then.

But his heart is like a grass growing. Looking at dozens of musical scores that have been written with great difficulty, he feels very uncomfortable. This is his work, at most, the word "adapted" is added to the front. Some people say that a good work is like the author's child. But if there is no accident, his child can only be locked in a drawer and will never be shy about it. When you entertain yourself, you may take it out and intoxicate, but you will never expect to get applause.

Yu Chaoxin walked around the dormitory. A quarter of an hour later, he sat back in front of the computer. He selected two from the music score and copied them into the notebook where he usually records.

Then, he went to the graduate dormitory to find a senior brother. This senior brother named Huang Yan is a fellow villager and has taught classes for their class, so the two met each other.

Huang Yan didn't expect Yu Chaoxin to come to find him, so the two of them were just ordinary. However, he didn't show it and smiled and said, "It's rare that you are willing to come to me. Take a seat! How are you looking for a job?"

Yu Chaoxin thanked him and sat down shyly. "There were no answers from several applicants, so it was probably impossible."

"Oh, don't be discouraged. There is always someone suitable for you. Do you have something to do with me?" Huang Yan poured a glass of water and secretly guessed Yu Chaoxin's purpose.

Could it be that I asked me to introduce my job? I don’t have the ability, and we haven’t had that relationship.

Yu Chaoxin focused on the topic. "I really want to ask my senior brother for help if I have something to do."

"Tell me, don't be polite to my senior brother. I still have a few ways to do things on campus." The implication is that I can't help if I don't like it outside the school.

It turns out that he was thinking too much. Yu Chaoxin just handed over the notebook he held in his hand. "Senior brother, please take a look first."

Five-line score? Huang Yan's eyebrows moved, which was a bit beyond his expectations. Reading scores certainly was not a problem for a graduate student in orchestral music. After a few casual glances, he looked up in surprise. "Is this what you wrote?"

Yu Chaoxin didn't say anything and stammered.

Huang Yan no longer cared about his reply. He read it roughly first, and then carefully sorted it out from the beginning one by one. Then he said with unsatisfactory words: "It's not bad! This is an excerpt, where is the full score?"

Yu Chaoxin did not answer positively and asked back: "Have you heard this song from senior brother?" He carefully used the lyrics. "Well, similar ones are also counted."

"Absolutely not." Huang Yan answered decisively.

He was a little confused about why this question was. Isn't this a work of Xiaoyu? Think about it, Xiaoyu is ordinary and has never shown his talent in creation. But the score is really unfamiliar, and I haven't heard of any famous violin songs recently.

"I want to ask my senior brother to help me check if there is any work that collided with my song recently." Yu Chaoxin gritted his teeth and finally said his request.

Huang Yan was the vice chairman of the Provincial Student Union before studying for his postgraduate study. He was a very active person. He also left a lot of connections in the school. It is definitely right to look for him. Yu Chaoxin didn't want to expose the secrets in his heart to others. The problem is that he can't find someone with more security.

Sure enough, Huang Yan nodded without hesitation. "This is no problem. But Xiaoyu, haven't you answered that the song is yours?"

"I filled in the score, and I don't know if it counts." Yu Chaoxin finally gave an ambiguous answer.

Huang Yan looked at him deeply. "Then I will keep this book first, and I will tell you the news immediately."

After Yu Chaoxin left, Huang Yan stared at the musical scorebook for a long time, stood up, and took off the violin hanging on the wall...

Another week passed. During this week, Quan Hao either went to the gym to exercise or swim in the swimming pool after work every day. Others asked him and said he was physically exercised, but there was nothing to hide. Luo Quanyu also laughed at him: It's too late to exercise now, and with his figure, he can't develop eight-pack abs. Quan Hao just smiled, of course he knew that he was preparing physical fitness for adventure.

At other times, he searched for information and read novels. The information was all about adventure, survival, first aid knowledge, etc. In short, as long as he thought it was useful, he would download it and store it on his mobile phone. The novel was about time and space shuttle works on the novel website. He didn't know whether these works would be useful, so he just browsed them at a glance.

Quan Hao found that his personality had changed. He has always been a person with no courage. He is timid at work, does not cause trouble after get off work, and tries to stay away from trouble. But this week, his temper has become much worse. If he makes too fierce at home at night, he used to endure it, but now he goes to knock on the door and says whatever he wants. He also knows how to argue in class. It turns out that he is the one who cleans the errands in the office, but now if someone instructs him, he will only answer one sentence - no time. No matter whether he is true

I have no time or fake it. When the leader asked him, he said: Unless I get an extra cleaning salary, I have to take turns. The leader asked, "The performance is better than you." He replied: It's not that everyone is better than me. The leader has nothing to say, because it is almost the same as Quan Hao. He either dares not offend me or is not worth it. Finally, Quan Hao said: I will do my job seriously and ensure that I am worthy of the salary paid by the boss. The rest depends on my mood. At least it is not my obligation to keep cleaning and run errands.

When he returned to the office, Zhao Li in their group said lukewarmly. Someone has a bad performance and a bad temper. He is the distant cousin of the company's boss, and he is well-known for the boss's eyes and ears in the sales department. Therefore, he usually does not go into business but always flatters many people, and he is extremely arrogant.

Quan Hao just said lightly to this playboy who felt good. Then let your cousin open me.

For this sentence, Quan Hao drank eight cans of beer that night. Not to mention a few words, he would never say it before. Because he needed this job that could make a living. Life in big cities is under great pressure, and the monthly expenses of food and accommodation are more than 2,000 yuan. In order to live, he must be cautious. Although the company he works in is a private enterprise, his intrigue and office politics have never stopped. He has always been away from him. But if you don’t make trouble, you will come to you. From the day he joined the company, the elderly in the office have been supporting him with qualifications and performance. Even if he refuses, these people will only think that they cannot hear it. Of course he is unhappy, but this is the first time he blatantly lifted the table. He did not dare to do this before because he was afraid of losing his job. This was the thing that was once extremely precious to him, but now it is just an ordinary job.

Quan Hao was drunk, but he was extremely awake. He came to a conclusion: There is no one in the world who has no temper. It is because he has no confidence to support his temper. So where does my confidence come from?
Chapter completed!