In the next few days, Fang Zhao spent most of his time at the Art Center, and he communicated more and more with the students.

The students participating in the rehearsal also found that this young artist was not simple, and the news reported online was not exaggerated at all. From guns and mechas to art exams, Fang Zhao could answer the conversation no matter what they said.

At first, Gu Mang was worried that Fang Zhao could not suppress these young students. These little kids were born and raised in Hidden Star. They had different environments since childhood. There were always some small frictions during the rehearsal process. If they were not handled well, they might be able to fight.

Especially those who are provoking trouble, Gu Mang planned to talk to them in private. But after observing for two days, he found that the content of the conversation he prepared was not useful at all.

After wandering around the rehearsal venue, Gu Mang went to talk to other instructors for a while while he had nothing to do.

The lounge at the Arts Center.

"Gu Mang, why do I feel that you are very idle recently?" someone asked.

"I don't need me there. It's enough to have Fang Zhao. I can only come over and talk to you." Gu Mang picked up a chair and sat down.

A instructor sitting next to him raised his eyebrows: "Only the conductor of the entire band summoned one? Didn't you send someone to help with the work?"

"It's a pie! But I can't share anything. Most of it has to be handled by Fang Zhao himself. He wrote the details on the music score. He also had to conduct himself during rehearsals to reduce flaws during the performance."

"No one can share these things? We also have professional musicians."

"It's different, in terms of understanding the selected works, it's still not as good as Fang Zhao."

The instructor's eyes flashed slightly and came over and asked, "Didn't those little guys cause any trouble?"

"Be good!" Gu Mang said.

"Go, Gu Mang, just let's talk to the people outside, you're still playing with these fake guys in front of us. How can we not know what those little guys are?"

"Hey, I'm really telling the truth this time. If you don't believe me, you can just pick when to go over and see it." Gu Mang laughed.

Several instructors really didn't believe it, and they didn't choose another time. They got up and went to the Youth Orchestra to take a look. When they came back, they looked surprised.

"It's rare. It's rare to see them so obedient and change their temperament? The rebellious period has passed? Is they mature and steady?"

Gu Mang thought of something, and giggled for a while before saying, "Of course it's not that easy. Just yesterday, a boy from a heavy machine did not perform well in the solo row, so Fang Zhao talked to him."

Several other instructors smiled suddenly.

When military exercises or encounters wars, heavy mechas usually rush on the front line and are brave enough. The talents trained by relevant majors are more or less affected.

But it is just that it is too brave and aggressive, and it cannot be controlled by just a person.

Those kids are so easy to teach?

Young and energetic, and usually no one accepts anyone else, how can you honestly accept the command of an outsider?

Facing Fang Zhao, the student from the Heavy Machinery took the lead.

"What did he do?" the instructor asked.

"He confronted Fang Zhao and said, 'You can do it, you go!"

"Then what?"

"Then Fang Zhao really got there."

Other instructors: "Ha??"

"Is it a piano fighting or..." A instructor made a fist shaking posture.

"Everyone has it. You need to compare musical instruments and force, and I have to say that Fang Zhao is really a talent!"

"Isn't that a big blow to that kid?"

"No, Fang Zhao still takes good care of their emotions. According to my observation, the psychological shadow is not enough, but he is much more obedient during rehearsal."

"If you want me to tell me, you have to find someone to treat those young people! You always play the piano, really think you are the piano saint?

When you are young, you don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is rich. You have to let them know that there are people outside of them and remind them that every mountain is higher than the other!

Look at this time, Fang Zhao was asked to "talk" to come back, wouldn't he be much more at ease? Now he is so obedient, but Fang Zhao can suppress him!"

As he spoke, the instructor smiled and said, "After that, I just saw the plan over there, which is no less intense than our usual standard training. Fang Zhao took on so many things alone. I looked tired. I was too hard. Can I hold on with my body?"

He has seen authoritative media reports on many of Fang Zhao's deeds before. Compared with other artists, Fang Zhao's physique is definitely stronger, but "after all, he is an art person and cannot compare with these boys who have received militarization training since childhood."

"Yes, I see that other invited artists have helped. The assistant is both literary and martial, and can help share a lot of work. Has Fang Zhao brought the assistant?"

Gu Mang's complex expression: "I took it, but he asked his assistant to take care of the dog. Even if his assistant didn't go walking the dog, he couldn't help. He was not a professional and didn't know much about music."

An old instructor shook his head gently and sighed: "Fang Zhao is still too young and inexperienced! He should bring more useful helpers. I think other people's assistants can assist in the coordination, but his assistant is actually busy with dogs?"

"He sent an assistant and two bodyguards to take care of the dog. I don't know what he thought. I can't understand the thoughts of the young people now." Gu Mang said.

"Dog slave, he is this!"

"I heard that his dog is valuable!"

Gu Mang sighed, "Who knows, when I was there, I found that he reads the information every one or two hours, and talks on the phone during the break, asking the dog."

At this time, Fang Zhaozheng, the central figure who was discussed by the instructors, was on the phone with Nanfeng.

Now is the rest time for rehearsal, so Fang Zhao took the time to learn about the condition of the curly hair.

Early this morning, the anti-smuggling team from Yinxing Airport came to Fang Zhao and asked Curly to go to their airport for a walk. Recently, the working dogs at the airport were in the stage exam, so they asked Curly to try it out and also discuss with Yinxing Airport's working dogs.

Fang Zhao was not worried about the stage exams or something. What he was worried about was that Curly Hair was so excited that he couldn't control his mouth. He sent Nanfeng and the other two to stare at him, and could not let go, so he asked Nanfeng to send a message every half hour.

Nanfeng drove the video and called Fang Zhao, "Hey, boss, we are still in the airport now, everything is fine!"

Not everyone in the airport can make video calls at will, and even the camera is not allowed to be turned on. If you want to answer the video call, you will get the designated area.

Nanfeng is now talking to Fang Zhao. There are walls on all sides, without any personal privacy or military secrets. Even tables, chairs, lamps, and water dispensers are popular.

"The working dog stage test has not been carried out on the airport?" Fang Zhao asked.

"No, it seems that something is wrong with the mine. I went out for a temporary mission and just came back half an hour ago." Nanfeng told Fang Zhao about the situation here.

"Most of the working dogs on Hidden Star are large dogs, with only two medium-sized dogs and no small dogs. The curly hair is the smallest here. But we are not afraid of them! We even went up to say hello!"

When Nan Feng thought of the situation at that time, he felt a gleam on his face, "Boss, do you know that curly hair is not inferior to those invisible hidden star dogs, it really makes us look like a face!"

Fang Zhao's tone was subtle: "...what did it do?"

Nanfeng, who was immersed in joy and pride, did not notice the changes in Fang Zhao.

"Nothing, Curly Hair just went up and said hello to the Hidden Star Dogs."

"How did it fight?" Fang Zhao asked.

"It just went over and smelled it, and then licked the dog in the lead. Don't worry, the boss, didn't fight, he just licked it."

"What's the reaction of the licked dog?" Fang Zhao asked again.

"It seems like I was scared, and I retracted my tail and barked loudly. Then I avoided the curls when I saw them." Nan Feng was a little proud of the situation at that time, "Our Xiaojuan is amazing!"

In Nanfeng's opinion, everything is quite normal. Some big dogs have strong working ability, but they may not be brave. Some are still afraid of puppies.

Fang Zhao's eyes twitched, and he didn't say much to Nan Feng, but said, "Let the curly hair come over, I'll say a few words to it."

"Okay! Come on Curly, the boss wants to talk to you." Nanfeng pointed the camera of the communicator at Curly.

The curly hair came over with her tail hanging down, looking guilty, humming.

Fang Zhao stared at the curly hair and spoke when he saw its ears drooping. He only said a few words.

The first sentence: "Be good."

The second sentence: "Control your mouth."

Two seemingly peaceful sentences, but Nan Feng couldn't help but feel his heart and gallbladder trembled in his ears.

horrible!

There is no doubt that Curly Hair was scolded again! Maybe he had to face the wall when he went back!

Nan Feng was confused about the curly being scolded.

Why do the boss have such strict requirements on a dog?

Didn't it just lick it?

"What did it do wrong?" Nan Feng asked Zuo Yu next to him in a low voice.

"No?" Zuo Yu said.

What's wrong with licking dogs?

That's right!
Chapter completed!