Close your eyes, it seems like there is blue sky, green grass, shallow stream, and white clouds floating above your head.
It is a kind of spiritual cleansing.
No matter how tired or dirty they were, they were all clean at this moment.
When everyone opens their eyes.
Su Mu had already stood up and returned to the podium.
He just stood there, his whole body seemed to be exuding a holy light, and he was so elegant that it was intoxicating.
The whole place was still silent.
Everyone looked at him with extremely shocked eyes for an instant.
This is……!
This song should only exist in heaven.
I can't believe it!
Is this still the piano music we are familiar with?
Even Mr. Tang and others in the front row looked at Su Mu with wide eyes, their expressions full of disbelief.
Only Mo Liusu's face was full of pride and pride.
I was the first person to hear him play the piano.
Principal Liu, Mr. Tang, the head of the music department, etc. were all numb.
Shocking!
At this time, Professor Ning's beautiful eyes were so moist that you could sink into them. He stared at Su Mu obsessively, wanting to rush up to hug him and take a bite.
Chen Xian'er, Master Jade, is also extremely obsessed.
There was only Zhu Ruirui, who looked like a big horse with a golden sword, spreading her amazingly beautiful legs, flipping the lollipop over and over in her mouth, squinting her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
This scumbag, he must have deliberately held the hand of that little bitch Wei Qinghuan just now.
definitely is.
Snapped!
Snap!
I don’t know who it was, but I took the lead in applauding.
immediately,
Thunderous applause resounded.
Su Mu's slut nodded to everyone, raised his hands, and pressed them down gently.
"No, no, no... stop."
The applause gradually stopped, and Su Mu walked up to Wei Qinghuan again and said softly:
"Do you understand?"
Wei Qinghuan was so excited that his whole body trembled.
She understood.
The inferiority complex in my bones miraculously disappeared completely.
Her whole person seemed to suddenly have an inexplicable sense of confidence.
It was as if Su Mu had just given her some kind of rebirth.
This is some kind of magical psychotherapy technique that Su Mu exchanged from Fatty.
As if Wei Qinghuan had been reborn, he bowed deeply to Su Mu:
"Thank you, teacher."
"Play it again."
Wei Qinghuan sat in front of the piano again.
When she played the previous song again, it was completely different from before.
Even Mo Liusu couldn't help but be surprised.
This is simply a sea-shaking change.
Wei Qinghuan is no longer a photocopier.
She has her own soul.
It truly gives music something unique to her.
When Wei Qinghuan finished playing, she stood up again and bowed deeply to Su Mu:
"Teacher, thank you."
All the students are going crazy.
"Damn it, how on earth did the scumbag Su do it?"
"Does he have magic? Or Goldfinger?"
"As long as he can help me break through, let alone holding hands, I am willing to give him an asshole once."
"I didn't expect that he is so good at singing, good at picking up girls, and even playing the fucking piano."
"As expected of the scumbag I admire."
"If you gave birth to me, why give birth to him? I originally wanted to compete with him, but now I wonder if it's too late to die?"
"What are you doing?"
"I want to be reincarnated as his son."
"You are still awesome. Dear school beauties, come and recognize your great boy."
"Go away, I want to be Su Mu's son, but I don't want to recognize my mother."
Mr. Tang finally asked:
"Su Mu...Professor, is this the trance machine? Can you explain it to us all?"
Principal Liu was stunned for a moment.
Mr. Tang actually called him Professor Su Mu.
This shows what?
This group of old professors were all convinced of Su Mu and even respected him.
He felt ridiculous.
It took a long time for Old Liu to regain his composure and set his sights on Su Mu.
In fact, everyone was staring at Su Mu just like Lao Liu.
Just kidding?
With this kind of opportunity, what you learn is what you earn.
Not to mention making a breakthrough like Wei Qinghuan, even a small breakthrough is still good.
This trance machine is so amazing.
Su Mu is actually a little stressed.
To put it bluntly, Fatty’s psychotherapy techniques are not suitable for group therapy.
Besides, it is an extremely profound and special method. It is much more powerful than any hypnosis. If you don't pay attention, it can completely change a person's personality.
Can turn a little rabbit into a big tiger.
It can also turn a tiger into a rabbit.
Please listen to me deceiving you.
Su Mu nodded shamelessly and said:
"This is a way of self-summary. It can stimulate a person's talent and potential to the greatest extent. Wei Qinghuan's level is already high enough. She only needs to give her a little guidance, and she can break through the shackles and reach a certain level."
A new realm. Congratulations, classmate Wei Qinghuan, from now on, you can also be called a pianist."
As soon as these words came out, the students were in an uproar again.
What is the ultimate goal of studying art?
That is to be called an artist.
Except for the kind of artist who has long hair, holds a broken guitar, and a broken drawing board, and cheats on food, drink, and guns everywhere.
Is there a painter who studies painting?
How many performers are there who are learning musical instruments?
Especially for piano students, how many pianists are there?
The head of the music department suddenly stared at Su Mu, jumped up almost out of control, pointed at him and shouted:
"I know who you are."
As soon as these words came out, Principal Liu was stunned.
What does it mean?
My department chair is driven crazy?
The head of the department stared at Su Mu almost losing his temper, trembling with excitement:
"It's you, it's you, yes, it's you! Oh my god, I never thought it was you!"
"Three years ago, do you still remember the Golden Hall in Vienna three years ago?"
Principal Liu strode up to the department head, reached out and slapped him heavily on the shoulder:
"Director Qin, what's wrong with you?"
Director Qin was so excited that he danced:
"Old Liu, you have forgotten that that year I was on exchanges at three major conservatoires in Europe. The Golden Hall held a piano concert by Richard Kleiman. Finally, a mysterious guest was invited. The guy wore a mask. I
It's right there, it's him, it's him!"
Principal Liu felt as if someone was tapping his acupuncture points, and his entire body was frozen.
All professors and students collectively freeze.
In the art circle, pop music is not qualified to be called art at all, but classical music is.
Richard Kleiman was called the Prince of Piano when he was young. Now in his 70s and 80s, he has long been crowned one of the top ten piano masters.
The fat man from China is still a pianist, but he is still a long way from being a master.
At that concert, the top ten piano masters were invited to gather.
The mysterious man who appeared last, no one knew who he was, but he appeared in the finale.
Although it was short-lived, it definitely left an indelible mark on the piano world.
Director Qin pointed at Su Mu, his hands shaking like chicken claws:
"It's him, it's him, it's him."
Su Mu was too confused to answer the next sentence.
Am I little Nezha?
Feeling the intense gazes of everyone, Su Mu shook his head slightly and made what he thought was the most handsome expression: