"I haven't noticed before that Qin Jian is kind of cool."
Pretending to be mysterious, Liu Chen said disdainfully in his heart while listening to the discussions of the girls around him.
Unlike these young art candidates who have not really experienced the baptism of the stage, Qin Jian's many years of stage experience in his previous life have already allowed him to develop a stage temperament of his own.
At this moment, he was sitting in front of the piano, his hands crossed on the keys, his body slightly leaning forward, and his eyes looking deeply ahead.
Under the soft light, the sharp-edged profile does look like a hint of artist's melancholy.
"Report music."
A cold voice came faintly.
Qin Jian was slightly startled and looked along the sound. Through the panel, a long-haired woman wearing a brown woolen coat was sitting there in the judges' seat. She was upright and elegant, exuding the elegance of keeping strangers away.
the breath.
But under these beautiful and exquisite facial features, a pair of dark eyes stared at him coldly.
Looking at the familiar sharp eyes, Qin Jian smiled instead.
Instantly recalling all the events in his past life, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and nodded slightly towards the woman at the judges' table.
He Jing, a person Qin Jian respects.
Qin Jian turned his head and glanced gently at Liu Chen who returned to his seat.
After thinking for a moment, he licked his dry lower lip, and then carefully rolled up his sleeves.
After taking a deep breath, he gently placed his hands on the keys.
Raise your head slightly and look forward.
"chopin."
""Revolutionary Etudes"."
….
….
"Revolution?" He Jing, who was sitting upright, suddenly changed his expression.
As Qin Jian's professional teacher, she knew very well what works Qin Jian took for exams, but why did she suddenly change them?
And in her memory, Qin Jian seemed to have never practiced Chopin.
"What's going on with this guy? Don't you know how important today's exam is?"
At this time, she was angry, but she was even more worried about Qin Jian's performance, because the judges present today were not just school teachers.
He Jing secretly grasped it with both hands.
In one corner, Wu Xinxin blinked at the male classmates on the stage with her big eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
With the various expressions of everyone in the classroom, Qin Jian was shocked to find that after a burst of heat in his body, he seemed to be out of control.
The next moment, his right hand couldn't help but lift up slightly.
moment!
Spread your fingers.
Key down!
Under the passionate and powerful touch of his right hand, the first set of chords sounded as heavy as a thunderbolt, and the powerful sound resounded throughout the classroom.
Immediately afterwards, his left hand followed instantly, running rapidly from right to left on the black and white keyboard.
[Admiration value from Chen Fan +2]
"Chen Fan, good brother, I remember you."
The sound flow pouring down, the clear contrast between strong and weak, and the accent that is round and not abrupt.
The classroom was filled with fast and dense notes, and Qin Jian started his performance with everyone's eyes wide open.
[Worship value +3 from Wu Xinxin]
[Admiration value from Li Qiye +2]
[Admiration value from Fang Pingping +2]
[Admiration value from Zhao Yu +1]
…
Watching the densely packed rows of boys appear.
Beibi Kangmuang! Come harder!
Qin Jian was excited.
In the right-hand part of the tenth and third measures of the music, the sound under Qin Jian's finger showed amazing elasticity.
After two bars of music in the audience, He Jing gradually felt relieved.
She was completely brought into the music. She was wondering at this moment, is the boy playing the piano now Qin Jian?
He Jing is very clear about Qin Jian's level. He Jing admits that he has talent, but no matter how good his talent is, it cannot replace the playing experience that takes time to accumulate, and the attention to detail in his performance.
Although he has some mispronouncements and sticky sounds, his mature playing techniques can be felt in every moment of breath.
what on earth is it!
He Jing was filled with doubts and was unknowingly brought back to the music by the melody.
[Worship value from He Jing +3]
Qin Jian's hands handle the beating small notes extremely delicately, using appropriate speed, clear division of phrases and perfect outline of small motives to perfectly interpret the work itself.
Everyone in the classroom followed the sound of the piano and entered the music. In the passionate and powerful melody, they felt Chopin's heartache over the fall of the motherland again. Some emotional little girls couldn't help but feel disappointed.
tears.
[Admiration value from Wu Xinxin +5]
[Admiration value from Lu Desheng +1]
Qin Jian's fingers were like flying elves, running freely in this flat world constructed in black and white.
[Admiration value from Lin Jiahui +1]
The last section of the music is like the poet's last lament, full of mournful wails.
Qin Jian, who carries the memory of two lifetimes, seems to have integrated into it emotionally.
Reluctance and regret are all intertwined at this moment.
Qin Jian exploded.
I saw him being affectionate and dignified, his eyes full of scarlet red, the sweat on his forehead swaying with the violent ups and downs of his body, his arms swinging back and forth, and his ten fingers striking the keys powerfully.
Until that last moment, the unwilling poet in the music stood up again in despair.
The resolute, unyielding and firm revolutionary will is reappeared in the last four bars of the whole song.
In just a short moment, the thunderous sound flow poured out!
Dang Dang!!
The song ends.
For a moment, the only sound left in the classroom was the last hum of the piano.
"Ding, I found a three-day double experience card."
"Ding, a mysterious event card was found."
quiet.
There was a deathly silence in the classroom.
Qin Jian put his hands on the piano, lowered his head, and gasped for air. He ignored the prompts in his ears and focused all his attention on the changing numbers in his hands.
"289."
"290."
"291."
Ignoring the beeps in my ears, I focused all my attention on my hands.
The number on his hand finally stopped at "295".
At this moment, Qin Jian just wanted to stand up and thank the teacher and classmates loudly. Today's harvest has completely exceeded his expectations.
At this moment, Qin Jian's heart, which had been tense for two days, finally felt relieved.
I don’t know how much time has passed, and I don’t know who was the first to applaud.
Immediately afterwards, applause and cheers that were like breaking through the roof resounded throughout the entire studio.
"Fuck~~so awesome~"
"Idol, idol!!"
"Who recorded it? Oh my god, I forgot to record it."
"Ah, I forgot too. If anyone has it, please send it to the group."
"No, I won't eat for a while, I have to practice piano."
At this time, Liu Chen was like a defeated rooster, with his head hanging down and his face depressed, and he was leaning on the chair. No one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing a scene that was almost out of control, the teacher in charge of counting scores opened his mouth several times to ask everyone to keep quiet, but was overshadowed by the enthusiasm of the students.
Looking at the cheering children around her, He Jing could understand their mood at the moment.
After all, she has also been a former art examinee all the way to where she is today.
She knows very well that children at this stage will be more stressed as the exam date approaches, including fear of the art exam and confusion about the future.
They left the school classroom and came here, investing a lot of money and energy to learn music. Maybe they have no concept of money, but the sweat on the piano keys and the time in front of the music table are the best years of their youth.
But they have no way of knowing what kind of results they will get from their efforts.
But at least at this stage, his move can bring them confidence and set an example for them, which is enough.
Sometimes, the power of example is extremely powerful.
And this role model is sitting in front of everyone right now.
Looking at the young man on the stage, the pride in He Jing's heart was indescribable.
The other teachers looked at He Jing with naked envy.
What teacher doesn't want to have a student like this?
Even the old man in the judges' seat who had never spoken a word looked at the boy on the stage with a smile, and asked He Jing: "Xiao He, how old is this child?"
Hearing the old man's question, He Jing's heart moved. A pair of shining eyes hesitated on the old man's face for a moment as if to test, "I'll be 18 in three months, old dean."
"He is a bit older, but he still meets the conditions." The old man nodded thoughtfully, "Xiao He, next month, you take this child to Yan..."
"Qin Jian fainted!!"
There was an exclamation from the audience, and He Jing quickly turned his head. On the stage, the young man sitting in front of the piano was like a kite with its string broken, and his body fell forward softly.