After Lin Yuan stayed in the company for a few days, the winter vacation officially ended and various colleges and universities started classes one after another, including Qinzhou Art College.
Stop what you are doing for a while.
Lin Yuan returned to campus life.
This is a new semester, and Lin Yuan has a new professional course in his schedule. However, this professional course is quite friendly to Lin Yuan personally—
Piano lessons.
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 an important instrument that students in the composition department must come into contact with.
In school, Lin Yuan is undoubtedly a good student.
Although the system said that Lin Yuan's piano skills were at a professional level, Lin Yuan still appeared in the piano classroom obediently.
Not only for credits, but also because someone said last time that Lin Yuan's piano skills were not good, so he wondered if he could take this opportunity to improve them.
"Everyone."
The piano teacher is a man. Although he is not tall, he has a handsome face, long hair tied in a small braid, and looks very artistic. He also sets a bad example for the students.
It is obvious that the school does not encourage students to have long hair.
"You are students in the Composition Department of Qinyi. Most of you should have a certain foundation in piano, or even a good level. So when you heard that there is an extra piano class this semester, many of you may have been unable to resist the urge to show off your piano skills in front of your classmates, right?"
This is the piano teacher's opening remarks for the first lesson.
Just one sentence touched the hearts of many people in the class.
Then he introduced himself: "My name is Huang Benyu, you can call me Mr. Huang, and I will be your piano teacher in the future."
All fifty people in the class applauded.
Huang Benyu smiled slightly: "Every year, students in the composition department think they are very good in the first piano class. Put away those ideas. Don't think that you can ignore my class just because you have some piano skills. Except for Gu Xi, who I think I can't teach, all other students in your school should learn from me down-to-earth, because your level is still far behind!"
This is a warning.
Huang Benyu sat on a chair and said lazily, "You have learned the theoretical knowledge last semester. This class we will teach you some songs. Let's start with the relatively simple ones. By the way, let's satisfy some of you who want to show off. You all know the Qin Opera, right?"
The students nodded.
When most people start to learn the piano, the songs they learn are relatively similar. "Qinqu" is a relatively classic elementary piece.
"very good."
Huang Benyu said calmly: "Then let's find someone to play the 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.
Huang Benyu's mouth curled up. He liked the way these students rushed to demonstrate their mistakes. This was an old trick he would use every time before teaching 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 about to enjoy the admiration of his classmates, I will point out every mistake he made from a professional perspective, and then severely undermine the confidence of this group of students, making them realize that their level is not as high as they thought.
Tsk tsk.
Look how excited this crowd is.
Is it an overproduction of adrenal glands and hormones
I guess they all want to show off in front of their classmates, right
Especially the students in the first row, they all raised their hands. Students are so scheming every year. In fact, they rush to sit in the first row just to show off their piano skills. Having been a teacher for many years, Huang Benyu understands the psychology of these students too well.
Huh
Huang Benyu suddenly noticed that among the students in the first row, there was one person who didn’t raise his hand
Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan, who stood out from the crowd both in terms of "not raising his hand" and "appearance".
Not raising your hand is against the routine
The clever kid who outsmarted himself, I'll choose you to be the unlucky one. Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan who didn't raise his hand: "Can you do it?"
Lin Yuan said: "A little bit."
It was indeed an anti-routine. You obviously knew how to play the piano but you didn't raise your hand. When everyone raised their hands, you successfully caught my attention by not raising your hand.
Huang Benyu said: "Why don't you try playing it?"
"All right."
Lin Yuan stood up reluctantly.
He thought this teacher was weird. Eighty percent of the students in the class had raised their hands, but he let himself, who hadn't raised his hand, go to class.
“Hey.”
When the other students saw that they were not selected, they put down their hands in disappointment.
Lin Yuan sat in front of the piano.
He had learned "Qin Qu", so he could play it, but there were many versions of this piece of music. Since the teacher did not specify a version, Lin Yuan simply chose a version he liked better.
Spread your five fingers.
The right hand presses the key.
The first set of chords sounded heavy and powerful, and then Lin Yuan's left hand followed, with ten fingers jumping on the keys.
"A re-edited version of "Qin Qu"?"
Huang Benyu raised his eyebrows. There are many versions of this song, but Lin Yuan chose an extremely difficult version, a version that even he himself could not guarantee he could play well.
Lin Yuan was immersed in the performance.
The sound stream slanting down is like arrows flying in the sky, with clear contrast between strong and weak sounds and mellow accents interspersed without being abrupt at all.
Huang Benyu's expression gradually changed.
When the music entered the tenth bar, the music under Lin Yuan's fingers showed amazing elasticity, with almost no wrong notes. There were some sticky sounds in the middle, but Huang Benyu knew that he could not avoid these occasional sticky sounds.
Mature playing technique...
The small notes are very delicate under Lin Yuan's treatment. The clear division of phrases and the perfect outline of small motives clearly interpret the artistic conception of the music.
It's not just Huang Benyu.
Even the students in their seats couldn't help but widen their eyes, and some girls looked at Lin Yuan with slightly dazed eyes.
"The last part."
When a long note sounded, the students who were familiar with the piece of music all sensed that this was the ending part of the piece of music and also the saddest part of the piece of music.
Unwilling.
Pity.
Emotions were conveyed through the piano keys. Lin Yuan's arms swung back and forth at a very fast amplitude. His fingers almost fell in an impact mode, and finally the song 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 was. Spontaneous applause broke out, and Huang Benyu couldn’t help but stand up, his mind in a mess.
What
What is this
You call this knowing a little bit
It’s so difficult to be a teacher at Qinyi!
It’s okay that there is a Gu Xi who never attends his piano lessons but he still has to give him credits. After all, he is a rare piano genius who has performed in the golden hall that he has always dreamed of.
But how come such a monstrous student suddenly appeared now
This level is better than mine!
Then how do I teach my piano lessons
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, then I will go to the principal's office in the next teaching building and resign now."
Everyone laughed.
Huang Benyu asked: "What's your name?"
"Lin Yuan."
"Who did you learn piano from?"
"My mother." Lin Yuan lied calmly.
Huang Benyu stood in awe: "Which master is your mother?"
At this moment, a series of names of active piano masters who have performed in the Golden Hall appeared in his mind.
Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said, "The music teacher of Class 3, Grade 4, Yongning Village Hope Primary School."