The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 1 The World’s No. Conductor

[This is... Beethoven's Ninth Symphony? 】

[Wait a minute, the first note, the third from the left in the fifth row, has a pitch difference of one-eighth and a semitone? 】

【Um? The fourth clarinet from the right in the second row has unstable breath and a problem with the timbre! 】

[No, the bass player in the first row, third from the left, had a shaking hand when he bowed, and his tone was unstable. 】

[French horn...is this the chief? The principal, when he was playing pianissimo, he didn't hold the mute tightly with his hands and the sound leaked? 】

【…】

Chen Qiu lay on the table with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

He felt like he was in a hell.

The symphony that lingered in his ears was full of holes, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, which made him feel nervous.

But for some reason, he couldn't escape from hell.

It was like being pressed into bed by a ghost, and I couldn't even open my eyes.

[Wrong note, wrong note, why did someone in the wind instrument play a ninth note here? Is he planning to do jazz? 】

【What the hell? The musical expression in this place has no sense of power at all. This place should push the emotions to a climax, right? Why are you so soft? 】

【Who is playing? Playing so badly? 】

[No, I can’t help it anymore! 】

[I want to spray him! 】

[Although I am only a trainee conductor, as a student with perfect grades, a PhD graduate from the Deutsche Kunst Berlin, deputy conductor of the Second Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, and the first student to graduate with full marks from the Master of Piano Performance Department of the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musique de Paris, I I really can't help it! 】

Chen Qiu's body couldn't help but tremble, trying to break free from the control of the ghost on the bed.

I just don't know why, but it doesn't seem to be of any use.

The sound of the symphony in his ears continued, and Chen Qiu's inner annoyance became more and more irritable.

As time passed, he seemed to feel his body's presence more and more.

As the ghost's bed-pressing control disappeared, he stood up suddenly, slapped the table, and roared.

"No, what the hell are you rehearsing for? The notes are not accurate, the melody is wrong, and you can't perform, so don't fucking embarrass yourself in this place! Okay?"

"..."

"..."

All sounds are silent.

There was silence in the huge lecture hall.

The professor who was playing the PPT in front was dumbfounded.

The students sitting on the side all looked at Chen Qiu, who was standing up from the table, their eyes full of shock and horror.

and whispers.

"This person is...senior Chen Qiu, a junior? What's wrong with him? How dare he get angry in Li Motou's class? Doesn't he want to be divided as usual?"

"Hmm...I heard that something happened at home recently. His parents took the band out to perform. Then when they came back, his parents were in a car accident and they were all gone. Is that why he had emotional problems?"

"Huh? Haven't you seen a psychiatrist?"

"Not only that, I also heard that his family's orchestra is still on the verge of bankruptcy. Now that his parents have left, his family's orchestra may be disbanded directly due to the debt crisis."

"Is it so miserable?? If Demon Li fails this class, wouldn't it be even worse?"

"So, I feel that maybe it's because of family matters that makes Senior Chen Qiu so excited? I hope Devil Li can forgive him."

"But... this is one of the top one thousand orchestras in the world and one of the top five in our city? Even if Senior Chen Qiu is a big boss in the conducting department, he is not qualified to criticize this orchestra like this, right? I feel like Devil Li is going to go crazy. "

"I don't know about that..."

The chattering voices of the crowd echoed in Chen Qiu's ears, and at this moment, Chen Qiu's extremely angry expression became confused and stiff.

and many more?

Where is this place?
Isn't this Berlin? Instead, it's a bit like...Haicheng?

A completely unfamiliar environment, a paradoxical world, and a sudden extra memory in my mind.

He traveled through time to a person also named Chen Qiu?
And this Chen Qiu...

Chen Qiu recalled his fused memories, and couldn't help but touch his ears. Listening to the tiny sounds coming from around him, his expression gradually changed from blank to weird.

This is……

Absolute pitch? Or is it the kind of absolute pitch that favors conductors, the kind of absolute pitch that can catch small mistakes in a team of hundreds of people?
He stayed at the Second Berlin Philharmonic as deputy conductor for almost more than ten years. Even though his basic conducting skills and even his understanding of music were almost at their peak, he never had the opportunity to go on stage.

The reason is that his ears are not good. Many people fish in troubled waters and he has never been able to hear them. He can only listen to the whole thing.

And only by clearly catching everyone's mistakes and achieving the ultimate in details can he stand out from countless conductors and become the conductor of a top orchestra.

He never thought that the ability he dreamed of would be realized here?

"Chen Qiu! What do you want to do?"

Before Chen Qiu could react, the person on the podium who was playing PPT and was called Demon Li by the students was already stunned. He also slapped the table hard and roared.

"Get out if you don't want to hear it, don't delay all the classmates just because of you!"

Chen Qiu was stunned: "I..."

The professor slammed the table again: "What are you doing? Let me tell you! Even if you are number one in the command department, having an accident at home is not the reason for you to do this!"

Chen Qiu took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and spoke seriously.

"Wait a minute, teacher, could you please play the music again? I may not have heard clearly just now. Can you play it again?"

"Haha, do you think you can get over it like this? If you don't give me a score analysis report on today's analysis of the work, you will be finished! Don't even want a single point of your usual points this semester, sit down Down!"

"Ok."

Chen Qiu sat down.

Demon Tou Li took a deep breath, glanced coldly at the others who were still a little messy around him, clicked on the playback of the appreciation work that was just interrupted by Chen Qiu's sudden appearance, and said.

"Now, let me introduce it again. What we are listening to today is the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, which ranks among the top five in Haicheng and ranks 996 in the world. This is their recently recorded live version of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony."

The professor focused on the name of the recording band a few times and then turned the playback back on.

Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Chen Qiu's eyes gradually lit up.

[Sure enough, this is not an illusion]

[The violin was indeed one-eighth of a semitone off, and the principal horn's hand was indeed not pressed tightly]

[There is also a bass, it turns out that he pushed and pulled the strings the wrong way, so the tone was unstable]

【besides……】

The more Chen Qiu listened, the more certain he became that there was nothing wrong with what he just heard.

My ears were indeed inherited from the original owner.

Chen Qiu has no intention of attending lectures now.

His attention was entirely on his hearing.

He was listening to the orchestra's attention to detail.

The details are not enough, and the details still need to be processed!
There are so many details!
He put his hands on his chest and gradually raised the corners of his mouth.

The emotions of the original owner and his gradually merged, and he felt a fire rising in his heart.

A fire that wants to rebuild the band.

The flame that established the band as number one in the world.

This is the expectation of the original owner and also his dream.

Rebuilding the band, and becoming...

The world's number one conductor!
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　　Ps: This book is an imaginary reality. The real orchestra and conservatory will be magically modified for the development of the plot. It does not necessarily follow the real orchestra and conservatory, so please don't take it too seriously.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)