Yun Feiyang, who has always been known as the prince of three-pointers, missed the last three-pointer, which was also expected by Canglong.
Why? Because he was confused. The more Canglong didn't move, the more nervous Yun Feiyang became, thinking that he would play some trick. But in fact, Canglong didn't even think about playing any tricks. He just stood there and couldn't.
It attracted most of Yun Feiyang's attention and even put a lot of pressure on him.
Under such circumstances, if Yun Feiyang really invested in it, Canglong could only accept it, but the chance of success was obviously not great.
Losing was a big blow to Yun Feiyang and the three of them. The three of them were the best dancers in the classroom, but they also fell the hardest. They were knocked down from the top by Canglongcai, and their expressions were not good.
, it is difficult to calm down the psychological restlessness, because it is very embarrassing.
"In the second game, what will you decide to compete in and who will be sent out?" Canglong put down the basketball, looked at them one by one, and finally looked at the entire Class Nine.
His words were also to let them get over from failure, to tell them that although they failed this time, they still had a chance, and also to not leave any shadow in their hearts and make them unable to recover. This was not what Canglong thought.
need.
"If you lose, you lose. We are not as good as you in basketball, but in the next competition, you'd better be able to kill us like you did on the basketball court!" Yun Feiyang raised his head and regained his sunshine and confidence.
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Canglong really appreciated his previous words. At least he gave up. He just nodded lightly and said nothing. However, the students in Class 9 all looked at Canglong with admiration. At least they were not as profound as before.
Hostility, they regard Canglong more as an opponent, a real opponent.
But it's a pity that this is what Canglong wants. The more they regard themselves as opponents, the happier Canglong will be, because he likes to knock people from high places to low places and let them get a little stimulation. There is nothing wrong with that.
They will grow up through setbacks.
"I'll do the next piano competition!" Wei Dongkui was still so cool.
No one objected to his words. If Yun Feiyang is the prince of three-pointers on the basketball court, then Wei Dongkui is the prince of piano in the music classroom. Because he was born in a musical family, his grandparents are both famous musicians, and his mother is even more famous.
He is a famous pianist.
"Okay, it's up to you to decide!" Cang Long showed a faint smile.
For some reason, when she showed this faint smile, Wang Jiao felt a "thump" in her heart, and she had a bad feeling. She wanted to remind Wei Dongkui, but she gave up in the end, not only because she felt guilty towards Teacher Cang.
, and because she was not familiar with Wei Dongkui, at least they were strangers before this. Wei Dongkui transferred from a private high school, and she transferred from the National Dongning No. 5 Middle School, so they didn't know each other at all on weekdays.
So, under the leadership of Wei Dongkui, a group of people walked to the music classroom in the teaching building. However, the other students who were lying on the windows watching were all lost. Although the music classroom was also in the teaching building, they could not go, but still
Some students decided to escape from the classroom and listen to the performance of this piano king.
As for Director Yan and others, they are all still immersed in the goal just now, especially the three physical education teachers in the school. They think that they cannot do as they please as Canglong. It is understandable that they are psychologically disappointed. Not everyone in Class 9 can
It is the consensus of all teachers that it can be conquered, but this consensus seems to be somewhat wavering today.
"Let's go to the music classroom. I still don't believe that he is omnipotent!" said one of the music teachers. Of course he supported Wei Dongkui psychologically, because most of the school's music teachers considered themselves inferior to Wei Dongkui in terms of piano attainments.
This piano prince grew up under the influence of a musical family.
However, Director Yan looked unhappy, glared at the music teacher, and then strode away, while the other teachers looked at each other and then walked towards the music teacher.
When they came to the music classroom, they found that there were already people standing outside. Two of the three music teachers from the school came. When they saw this scene, the students in Class 9 felt a bit proud, because only
They can enter the music room, while everyone else can only enter the door or the window.
Wei Dongkui did not appear nervous because of so many people watching. At this moment, everyone had the feeling that when he walked into the music classroom, he seemed to be the only one in his heart.
But to an outsider, this turned into a light and selfless elegance. He walked in and looked at the various musical instruments placed inside, but he loved the piano.
There are two pianos in City No. 1 Middle School, and both pianos are the most famous Steinway pianos in the world. One of them was donated to City No. 1 Middle School by Wei Dongkui’s mother, and the other one was donated by a well-known music lover.
Alumni Donations.
Wei Dongkui walked naturally to one of the black grand pianos, touched the keys lightly with his hands, and made rhythmic sounds. There was a touch of sadness on his face, as if he was thinking about something.
"So handsome!" Some girls went crazy and wanted to capture Wei Dongkui and take it for themselves, so that they could play it just for themselves.
After the teacher stopped them, they pouted in annoyance, but their eyes never left Wei Dongkui's side, as if they were deeply afraid that they would miss something.
After a long time, Wei Dongkui suddenly left the grand piano, turned around and said politely: "Teacher, you choose first!"
Canglong nodded. This was because Wei Dongkui had the qualities of a pianist. The moment he touched the keys, Canglong felt that the black grand piano and the antique yellow grand piano had a special meaning for Wei Dongkui.
different meanings.
When Canglong's hand touched the black piano, Wei Dongkui frowned, but after a while Canglong touched the antique yellow piano again, and finally nodded: "They are all good pianos!"
Wei Dongkui still agrees with this point. Although both pianos are Steinway pianos, the difference between Steinway pianos and other pianos is that every Steinway piano in the world is unique. Steinway pianos are not only
It has an ideal tone for classical music, but can also be used for jazz, rock and pop music.
However, they are both expensive and beyond the financial resources of ordinary schools, so Canglong was a little surprised to see these two pianos in No. 1 Middle School.
"I'll choose this one!" Canglong finally sat in front of the antique yellow three-piece piano, tried the sound, and then adjusted it before nodding.
Seeing Cang Long's proficiency, Wei Dongkui also became serious, because he knew that Cang Long was a master. In music, Wei Dongkui had unique attainments. He had never lost to anyone else, and he would not lose to Cang Long today. This was something he felt deeply in his heart.
Ask for it yourself.
"You start first, or should I start first?" Wei Dongkui asked.
"You first." Canglong replied.
Wei Dongkui no longer refused, he took a deep breath, and then moved the keys. At the beginning of the music, Wei Dongkui played the main theme with a long melody line in octaves with both hands.
When hearing this passage, the music teachers outside were already surprised, and one of them couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's Rage's Piano Concerto No. 3!"
"He actually played this piece. He finished it without the music score? Even if he could memorize all the tunes, could he really finish it?" Both teachers were sweating for him.
Rage's Piano Concerto No. 3 is recognized as the most difficult piano piece in the world, not only because of its extremely fast speed, but also because of its length, which requires you to stay in that state for forty minutes.
There can be no mistakes in the forty minutes. Someone once said that playing this piece consumes the same amount of energy as shoveling ten tons of coal.
The Third Piano Concerto is divided into three movements, and there is no gap between the three movements. Therefore, during the performance, not only must a constant speed be maintained, but also switching between various styles is required. This requires not only superb
Skills also need to be honed countless times in order to make no mistakes. The most important thing is physical exertion.
Under the worries of the two teachers, the surrounding atmosphere became tense, and some girls were even more worried. Although they did not know who Rach was or the Third Piano Concerto, this atmosphere alone made them
I don't think this is an easy song.
However, Wei Dongkui was completely silent in his performance. The keys were plucked, and the music revealed the temperament of Russian folk songs, which also constituted the basic skeleton of the entire work. Later, the theme of the sub-part in B flat major appeared with a comical color.
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The expansion part focuses on the development of the main theme, forming a huge climax with strong momentum, and then the cadenza appears gloomy and tragic. After the cadenza, the mood gradually calms down.
But soon, Wei Dongkui began to continue the second movement. The sound of the piano was full of sadness and melancholy. Under Wei Dongkui's fingertips, it became faster and faster, the mood became more and more exciting, and the intensity continued to increase. Everyone was brought into this.
In this rhythm, except for the music of the piano floating in the ears, even the heartbeat seems to have stopped.
As the theme changed, sweat broke out on Wei Dongkui's forehead. The last sound of the piano seemed to be filled with an unstoppable force that suddenly jumped up and entered the third movement without interruption.
The finale is faster, with a festive carnival atmosphere and a Cossack style. The music is sometimes playful, sometimes lyrical, sometimes broad, and sometimes quiet. The melancholy haze in the first two movements has been swept away here, but the same
The demand for speed is also getting faster and faster.
Wei Dongkui was sweating profusely on his face, showing a difficult expression. In the previous rhythm, he did not miss a single beat, but the following rhythm was difficult to continue. At this time, the theme had turned into a solemn and brilliant ode, with the powerful piano.
Play a major chord and ring like a bell.
This is the most splendid moment among all piano concertos. Finally, the tempo of the music changes to a presto, and the fanatical triplet pours down from the high range. Wei Dongkui's fast cadenza with alternating hands jumps up again from the low range, and finally ends with
Rachmaninoff's "signature" is the four powerful march-like notes that end the whole piece with great force.
When the playing ended, everyone present was still immersed in the rhythm just now and couldn't extricate themselves.
"He actually played the entire piece without any mistakes. Although it took fifty minutes, it was extremely rare for someone in his grade!" The two music teachers were even more surprised than before.
Wei Dongkui was breathing heavily. He raised his head and said exhaustedly: "Teacher, it's your turn!"
For a moment, everyone looked at Cang Long, whose expression was still calm, but he had to admit that Wei Dongkui's playing skills and memory had indeed reached a very high level, but it was not a miracle, because Cang Long had once
I have seen people younger than him play this piece.
"Can he do it?" Some people questioned.
"The one who teaches history has nothing to do with music. I think he failed this time." Some teachers said in disbelief.
"Although he graduated from the Ecole Normale Supérieure in Paris, he may also play the piano, but if he can play the Latin, I will take his surname." A music teacher whispered, his tone full of confidence, because he
I can't do it myself either.
"He must be stupid. This time he hit the iron plate. The piano is not a basketball." Everyone in Class 9 also looked at Canglong.
At this time, they were really worried about Cang Long, because compared with Wei Dongkui's hands, there was a big difference between Cang Long's hands and Wei Dongkui's hands. One looked rough and clumsy, while the other was delicate and slender. They didn't look like the hands of playing the piano at all.