"Okay, just this one. Hum it once and I'll see how well you grasp it," Professor Xue pointed to the content on the PPT.
Yang Ling nodded, first pondering internally, then quickly hummed lightly.
After the hum, the entire classroom was unusually quiet.
It wasn't until Professor Xue clapped first that the other students reacted and joined in the applause.
"Good, good, good. I didn't expect you, at such a young age, to have such a solid foundation in vocal music. Not bad, really good," Professor Xue praised Yang Ling, sincerely complimenting her.
The other students also looked at Yang Ling with different eyes. They thought that this new student might be a transfer student and might not have learned much about music. After all, historically, transfer students generally had poor grades and entered through the back door.
In fact, Yang Ling did enter through the back door, but she didn't lack in music education at all.
Moreover, she wasn't a transfer student, she just used to be lazy and didn't come to school.
Otherwise, in her past life, Yang Min couldn't have relied on her singing to hold concerts.
She may not be very skilled at writing songs, but when it comes to singing, she definitely doesn't lose to ordinary singers.
Facing these students who had just entered campus one or two years ago and started to systematically learn music theory, she and they were no longer on the same level.
Yang Ling thought she had a thick skin, but when faced with Professor Xue's praise, a music industry giant, she couldn't help but blush. "Thank you for your kind words, Professor. I still have a lot of shortcomings."
Hearing her modest words, Professor Xue looked at her with even greater satisfaction. "If you have time after class, you can come sit with me and have a cup of tea."
"Okay, I love drinking tea. I will definitely come bother you more often, but I hope you won't find me annoying." Yang Ling knew that Professor Xue wanted to give her