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After Lin Yuan stayed in the company for a few days, the winter vacation officially ended, and major colleges and universities began to start, naturally including the Qinzhou Art Institute.

Stop working temporarily.

Lin Yuan returned to campus life.

This is the new semester. Lin Yuan has an extra professional course on his timetable, but this professional course is kind to Lin Yuan personally——

piano Lesson.

Students in the composition department do not need to be proficient in various instruments, but a certain understanding is essential, and the piano is just an important instrument that the composition department must come into contact with.

In school, Lin Yuan is undoubtedly a good student.

Although the system says that Lin Yuan's piano is at a professional level, Lin Yuan still appears in the piano classroom obediently.

Not only for credits, but also because someone said that Lin Yuan's piano level was not good last time, so he wondered if he could take this opportunity to improve.

"Everyone."

The piano teacher is a male, although the character is not high, but his face is very handsome, with long hair and pigtails, he is very artistic, and also set a bad example for the students——

Obviously, the school does not encourage students to have long hair.

"You are students of Qin Yi’s composition department. Most of you should have a certain level of piano foundation, and even a good level. So when I heard that there was an extra piano lesson this semester, many of you may have been unable to help you Did you have the urge to show off piano skills in front of you?"

This is the opening remark of the piano teacher's first class.

Just one sentence hit the psychology of many people in the class.

Then he introduced himself: "My name is Huang Benyu, you can call me Teacher Huang, and you will be your piano teacher in the future."

Fifty people in the class applauded.

Huang Benyu smiled slightly: "Students in the composition department think they are good at the first piano class every year. Put away your thoughts. Don't think that if you have a good piano foundation, you can ignore my class. Your school except Gu Xi It’s a student I think I can’t teach. All other students should give me a down-to-earth study because your level is still far away!"

This is a distraction.

Huang Benyu sat in a chair and said lazily: "You learned theoretical knowledge last semester. We will teach tunes in this class. Let’s start with a relatively simple one. By the way, it will satisfy some of you’s desire to show off. Right?"

The students nodded.

The vast majority of people started to learn piano, and they learned similar pieces of music. "Qin Qu" is a relatively classic elementary piece.

"well."

Huang Benyu said lightly: "Then let's find someone to play "Qin Qu" first, don't you want to show, give you a chance."

Huh huh!

The group below raised their hands.

The corners of Huang Benyu's mouth raised up, and he liked the way these students rushed to do a wrong demonstration. This is an old routine he would play every time before giving a new student a class——

First find a student who thinks that the piano is good.

When the student finished playing the tune and was ready to enjoy classmate worship, he would single out every mistake he made from a professional point of view, and then severely beat the confidence of this group of students, so that this group of students could understand that their level was different. Not as high as they thought.

Gee.

See how excited these people are.

The adrenal glands and hormones are excessive, right?

I guess they are all thinking of pretending to be in front of the students, right?

Especially the students in the first row have all raised their hands. The students are so diligent every year. In fact, they rush to sit in the first row. This group of students has the idea to show off their piano skills. They have been teachers for many years. Huang Benyu knows the psychology of these students too well.

Eh?

Huang Benyu suddenly noticed that one of the students in the first row did not raise his hand?

Huang Benyu looked towards Lin Yuan who stood out from the level of "no hand up" or "face value".

Is not raising your hand an anti-routine?

A child who is clever and misunderstood by cleverness, just choose you to be the unlucky ghost. Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan who did not raise his hand: "Will you?"

Lin Yuan said: "A little bit."

Sure enough, it was an anti-routine. You obviously played but didn't raise your hands. When everyone raised their hands, you succeeded in attracting my attention.

Huang Benyu said: "Then you come and try?"

"Ok."

Lin Yuan stood up reluctantly.

He thought this teacher was very strange. Eighty percent of the students in the class had raised their hands. He just let him who did not raise their hands.

"Eh."

Seeing that they were not selected, the other students dropped their hands in disappointment.

Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano.

He has studied "Qin Qu", so he does play it, but there are many versions of this song. Since the teacher did not specify the version, Lin Yuan simply chose the one he likes.

Five fingers stretched out.

Right hand down the key.

The first set of chords sounded heavy and powerful, and immediately after Lin Yuan's left hand followed, ten fingers jumped on the keys.

"Re-arranged version of "Qin Qu"?

Huang Benyu raised his eyebrows. There are many versions of this song, but Lin Yuan chose a very difficult version. This version can't even guarantee that he plays well.

Lin Yuan was immersed in the performance.

The slanting sound stream resembles arrows flying all over the sky, in the clear contrast of strength and weakness, the mellow accents are interspersed, not abrupt at all.

Huang Benyu's expression gradually changed.

As the music progressed to the tenth bar, the music under Lin Yuan’s fingers showed amazing elasticity. There were hardly any wrong sounds. There were some sticky notes in the middle, but Huang Benyu knew that there was nothing he could do about it. avoid.

Mature playing technique...

The small notes are very delicate under Lin Yuan's processing. The clear phrase division and the perfect outline of the small motives clearly interpret the mood of the music.

Not just Huang Benyu.

Even the students in the seats couldn't help but stare, and the eyes of some girls looking at Lin Yuan were even slightly blurred.

"Last paragraph."

When a long sound sounded, the students who knew this piece of music unanimously sensed that this is the ending part of the piece and the most sad part of the piece.

Unwilling.

regret.

The emotions were conveyed through the keys. Lin Yuan's arms swayed back and forth very quickly. His fingers fell almost in a striking pattern, and finally ended with a wailing piano sound.

Sit up straight.

Lin Yuan finished playing.

Anyone who knows a little about piano knows how difficult Lin Yuan's performance just now, spontaneous applause rang out, and Huang Benyu couldn't help standing up, full of confusion.

What?

What is this?

Do you call it a little bit?

Being a teacher in Qin Yi is too difficult!

There is a Gu Xi who has never taken her own piano lessons, but she still has to obediently give credits. After all, she is a rare piano genius who has boarded the golden hall she dreams of.

But now, how come a student with such an evil spirit has appeared again?

This level is better than me!

How can I teach this piano lesson?

After the applause subsided, in the silent classroom, Huang Benyu swallowed hard, then coughed, and laughed: "If you are all at this level, then I will go to the principal's office in the next teaching building to resign now."

Everyone laughed.

Huang Benyu asked: "What's your name?"

"Lin Yuan."

"Who did you learn the piano from?"

"My mother." Lin Yuan lied calmly.

Huang Benyu was in awe: "Which master is your mother?"

At this moment, a series of names of active piano masters who have boarded the Golden Hall appeared in his mind.

Lin Yuan thought for a while and said: "Yongning Village Hope Primary School Grade 4, Grade 3 music teacher."