Just when Hao Yunzheng had a headache because of his sudden fire, there was a group of people who had a headache even more than him at this moment.

As for who are those people?

Nature is a teacher in the art school.

Although the freshmen Party of Jiangcheng university mainly contributed to the student union and several large-scale associations, it was nominally organized by the College of Arts, and the instructor of the activity was basically the teacher of the College of Arts.

As a matter of fact, the teachers of the school of art didn't want to interfere in these student activities. According to the Convention, the selection of various awards is generally based on the opinions of the student vote and the selection committee.

However, this year is somewhat different from previous years.

And the reason is that the song he ''sapirate is too popular!

And it's not just fire.

Apart from the feelings of the general public, the artistry of that piano piece in melody is absolutely the level that can be performed in the National Grand Theater.

It's hard to imagine that this song was composed by a student.

And still playing on such occasions.

"Unbelievable..." sitting at the conference table, Professor Sun Haicheng, the piano teacher of the Conservatory of music, shook his head and said in disbelief, "I really can't believe that such a piece of music was written by a freshman."

"But the fact is right in front of us," Professor Yang Lidong shrugged as he sat not far away from him. "All of you here are also predecessors in the music industry. If we haven't heard this song before, it only means one thing. This song is his."

According to Xia's regulations on the protection of works of art, no matter whether the creator claims the ownership of the works of art or not, as long as there is public evidence that the works of art were first published by someone, then that person's ownership of the song will be automatically recognized and protected by law.

Hearing what Professor Yang Lidong said, there was a trace of dissatisfaction on Professor Sun Haicheng's face, but there was no reason to refute it.

Indeed

He had never heard of this song before, or even similar.

He just simply can't believe that such a song was created by a student!

At this time, a light cough came from the conference table, which interrupted the fight between the two.

"What we're going to discuss today is not the author of this song, but the selection of awards for this new year's Gala." The vice president of the Academy of Arts pauses and continues in a serious tone, "I hope you will return to the discussion and not deviate from the theme of the meeting."

See vice president all speak, Professor Sun Haicheng also can only sell a face, did not continue to entangle in unimportant matters, returned to the topic of the meeting to continue to say.

"According to the regulations, this piece of music is not on the program list, the performer's temporary change of performance program is not in line with the regulations, even the person performing on the stage is not Xu xiaoruan of soft worker class 1801... Based on the above reasons, I object to awarding the first prize of the New Year party to this piece of music!"

After hearing Professor Sun Haicheng's speech, the professors at the conference table began to communicate in a low voice.

However, within two seconds, someone soon gave an objection.

"I have investigated this matter. Xu xiaoruan of soft engineering class 1801 was unable to arrive at the performance scene because of a sudden traffic accident, which is in line with the regulations of special circumstances for temporary adjustment of the program in the rules of the orientation party. What's more, I understand that there are some mistakes in the work of the student union. If we blame all the responsibility on the performers, deny the artistic value of the piano music itself, and exclude it from the selection, wouldn't it be too cautious? "

Hearing the irony in this sentence, Professor Sun Haicheng suddenly became angry and glared at him.

"Who do you say is careful?"

Professor Yang Lidong said with a smile.

"I didn't say it was you. Why should Professor Sun be in a hurry to take the right seat?"

"You --"

"Well, don't make any noise."

At this time, the president of the art academy, who had not spoken, interrupted their quarrel.

Even though ten thousand of them are reluctant, Professor Sun Haicheng still suppresses his anger and calms down with patience.

The old Dean didn't drag the mud and water, waiting for the two people to calm down again, then slowly said.

"Although this is an internal performance of the school, we are, after all, the top institutions of higher learning in the middle of summer. We also need to consider the opinions of the public on us."

After a pause, he continued.

"In view of the particularity of this situation, I propose to set up a special award for this special performer and his works."

As the voice dropped, the discussion spread again in front of the conference table.

However, it is obvious that most of the comments this time are affirmative.

"That's a good idea."

"I agree!"

The old president's proposal has been approved by other professors of the art academy.

Although Professor Sun Haicheng still has something to say, he knows that most of his opinions will not work.

Clenched his teeth, he said.

"What about the class honor ranking of the evening show?"

Hearing this tricky question, the old Dean pondered for a while, but did not answer immediately.

Sitting at the conference table, Professor Yang Lidong smiles and looks at Professor Sun Haicheng.

"According to the criteria of class honor ranking, the programs performed by the guitar club, drama club and other clubs belong to club programs, and are not included in the scope of this honor."

"So my opinion is that the highest honor of a class is..."

"It should have been awarded to that he ''sapirate!"

……

Office building in Chengnan business park.

Looking at Hao Yun lying on the sofa, Li Zongzheng held on for a long time, and finally opened his mouth in embarrassment.

"Boss."

"What's the matter?"

"You said you had a good sleep at home. Why do you have to come to our company..."

"Isn't this sharing your joys and sorrows?"

"... in fact, it's not necessary. You lie there and see, but I feel scared."

"Yes, I'll go somewhere else."

No one likes being watched by his boss. Hao Yun, who worked as a social animal once in his last life, can't understand him.

With a sigh, he got up from the sofa and went to his desk by the window.

Last night, he stayed in the company and didn't go back to his bedroom. He just slept on the sofa and didn't even have a pillow. He got up in the morning with a strange pain in his neck.

After moving his shoulder, Hao Yun took out his mobile phone and ordered two takeout. Then he turned on the computer on his desk and read the industry news on the Internet.

Anyway, idle is also idle. It's better to find a good place for him to jump.

To be honest, he didn't expect much about the profitability of the game.

As he said at the beginning, restoring the game to the world is purely to fill in the missing puzzles in his memory.

Maybe the memories he lost are hidden behind these puzzles?

Although there is no definite reason, his intuition tells him that this may be the only hope to uncover the answer.

"... in that case, there's no need to worry too much about profit?"

Mouth underestimated two, suddenly a news in the industry, into the eyes of Hao Yun.

"Wechat has a new small program function... Welcome to major enterprises?"

It's kind of interesting.

Anyway, it's boring to be idle. After thinking for a while, Hao Yun packaged and passed on the Tiao Tiao that had been developed long ago.

According to his rough survey, this small app platform is mainly developed by enterprises, and does not have the game atmosphere of a professional game platform like e-fun. However, this jump itself is not a game with strong entertainment property, but more like a social tool?

Maybe

It has no future in the e-fun platform, but it can shine brilliantly here?

Although he didn't have much hope for this, Hao Yun decided to give it a try.

At present, there are not many people publishing the game on the small program platform, and the publicity system of the game is not perfect, so Hao Yun just passed the game on and didn't care about it any more.

However, when he finished all this and was ready to put down what he was doing to pour himself a cup of coffee, a light blue dialog box suddenly appeared in front of him.

[congratulations to the host, complete the task!]

“？？？”

See the sudden pop-up task completion reminder, Hao Yun the whole person is stunned there.

Mission accomplished?

What's done?