Chapter 61 Piano Lesson

Chapter 61 Piano Lesson

After Lin Yuan stayed in the company for a few days, the winter vacation officially ended, and various colleges and universities began to start one after another, including Qinzhou Art College.

Stop working for a while.

Lin Yuan returned to campus life.

This is a new semester, and there is an extra professional course in Lin Yuan's schedule, but this professional course is quite friendly to Lin Yuan personally——

piano Lesson.

Students in the composition department do not need to be proficient in various musical instruments, but a certain understanding is essential, and the piano is precisely an important instrument that the composition department must be exposed to.

In school, Lin Yuan was undoubtedly a good student.

Although the system said that Lin Yuan's piano was at a professional level, Lin Yuan still obediently appeared in the piano classroom.

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

"Everyone."

The piano teacher is male. Although he is not tall, he has a handsome face. He wears long hair and braids. He is very artistic and has 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 foundation in piano, and even have a good level. Therefore, hearing that there is an extra piano class this semester, many of you may not be able to hold back and want to learn from your classmates. Do you have the urge to show off your 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 I 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 you can ignore my class because you have a little knowledge in the piano. In your school, except Gu Xi It is a student that I think I can't teach, and all other students should learn from me down-to-earth, because your level is still far behind!"

This is a badass.

Huang Benyu sat on the chair and said lazily: "You have learned the theoretical knowledge last semester, we will teach the music in this class, let's start with relatively simple ones, and by the way satisfy some of you who want to show off, "Qin Opera" will Bar?"

The students nodded.

Most people start to learn the piano, and the pieces they learn are relatively similar. "Qin Opera" is a relatively classic elementary piece.

"very good."

Huang Benyu said lightly: "Then let's find someone to play "Qin Opera" first. Don't you want to show off? I'll give you a chance."

Swish Swish Swish!

A group of people below raised their hands.

The corners of Huang Benyu's mouth curled up. He liked the way these students were vying to make mistakes. This is an old routine he would play every time before giving a class to new students——

First find a student who thinks he or she has good piano skills to come on stage.

When the student finishes playing the piece and is ready to enjoy the admiration of his classmates, I will pick out every mistake he made from a professional point of view, and then severely hit the confidence of this group of students, so that this group of students understand that their level is not as good as that of others. Not as high as they thought.

Tut tut.

Look at how excited this group is.

Overproduction of adrenal glands and hormones, right?

It's exactly the same as when I was young, I guess I want to pretend to be a wave in front of my classmates, especially the students in the first row, all of them raised their hands...

Eh?

Huang Benyu suddenly noticed that one of the students in the first row didn't raise his hand?

Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan who stood out from the crowd no matter in terms of "not raising his hand" or in terms of "appearance".

Not raising your hand is an anti-routine?

The child who is clever but is mistaken by cleverness, I will choose you to be the unlucky ghost. Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan who didn't raise his hand: "Would you?"

Lin Yuan said, "A little bit."

Sure enough, it was a counter-routine, you obviously knew how to play but didn't raise your hands. When everyone raised their hands, you who didn't raise your hands really managed to attract my attention.

Huang Benyu said: "Then why don't you try to play?"

"All right."

Lin Yuan stood up reluctantly.

He felt that the teacher was very strange. Eighty percent of the students in the class had raised their hands, but he let himself do it.

"Eh."

Seeing that they were not chosen, the other students put down their hands in disappointment.

Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano.

He has learned "Qin Opera", so he can indeed play it, but there are many versions of this song. Since the teacher didn't specify a version, Lin Yuan simply chose the version he likes better.

Spread your fingers apart.

Right hand down key.

The first group of chords sounded heavily and powerfully, followed by Lin Yuan's left hand, and ten fingers jumped on the keys.

"A re-edited version of "Qin Opera"?"

Huang Benyu raised his eyebrows. There are many versions of this song, but Lin Yuan chose an extremely difficult version. Even he himself can't guarantee that he can play this version well.

Lin Yuan was immersed in the performance.

The slanting sound flow is like arrows flying all over the sky. In the clear contrast of strength and weakness, the mellow accent is interspersed, which is not abrupt at all.

Huang Benyu's expression gradually changed.

The music progressed to the tenth measure, the music under Lin Yuan's fingers showed amazing elasticity, almost no wrong notes, but some sticky sounds appeared in the middle, but Huang Benyu knew about the occasional sticky sounds, and he couldn't help it avoid.

Mature playing technique...

The small notes are very delicate under Lin Yuan's handling, the clear division of phrases and the perfect outline of the small motives clearly interpret the artistic conception of the music.

Not just Huang Benyu.

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

"Last paragraph."

When a certain long sound sounded, the students who knew the piece all sensed that this was the end of the piece and also the saddest part of the piece.

Unwilling.

Pity.

Emotions are conveyed through the keys. Lin Yuan's arms swing back and forth very quickly, his fingers almost fall in a collision pattern, and finally the song ends with a mournful piano sound.

Sit up straight.

Lin Yuan finished playing.

Anyone who knows a little bit about piano knows how well Lin Yuan played just now. Everyone was applauding, and Huang Benyu couldn't help standing up, feeling a little dazed.

What?

What is this?

You call this a little bit?

How does your family look like this?

It's too difficult to be a teacher at Qin Yi!

It's okay to have Gu Xi who has never taken his piano lessons but still has to obediently give credits. After all, he is a rare piano genius who has boarded the golden hall of his dreams——

Although it is not very good to say this, Huang Benyu actually does not want Gu Xi to come to class, because there is Gu Xi in the audience, and he is always worried that the other party will suddenly stand up and teach him to play the piano.

But now why is there such a monstrous student?

The level is no less than mine!

Then how will I teach after this piano lesson?

After the applause died down.

In the silent classroom, Huang Benyu swallowed hard, then coughed, and said with a smile: "If you are all at this level now, then I will immediately go to the principal's office in the next teaching building to resign."

Everyone laughed.

Huang Benyu asked Lin Yuan: "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 have appeared in his mind.

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