The 304 piano room has never been so sweet as it is today.
Qin Jian, the emotionless strawberry killer, directed Fang Xiaoyu to carry out a 'strawberry massacre'.
Ten minutes have passed.
There are already one third less strawberries in the box.
During this period, Qin Jian didn't know what he was talking about except repeating the next one.
However, Fang Xiaoyu also slowly found some ways to do it, and changed from pressing down with his fingertips to pressing down with his fingertips.
At first she only considered the strength of her fingers, then she gradually thought of her wrists and arms, and finally she took control of her whole body.
In the process, she had vaguely understood Qin Jian's intention.
"Teacher Qin is teaching me how to intuitively see my own power."
...
five minutes later.
At this moment, the strawberry on center C has been pressed 23 times by Fang Xiaoyu, and it still maintains its original shape.
The next dozen or so piano sounds have basically reached a certain volume.
at this time.
"Change fingers."
After Qin Jian finished speaking, Fang Xiaoyu switched to his middle finger.
...
Another twenty minutes passed.
"Okay," Qin Jian turned on the metronome on the piano and adjusted it to a speed of 70 beats. "Now there is no need to stand across the strawberry. Let's play the C major scale again."
"According to how I felt just now."
Fang Xiaoyu nodded.
Throwing away the strawberry, she took a few deep breaths.
At the last moment when the breath came out, I raised my hands on the beat of the metronome.
As she pressed the little finger of her left hand and the thumb of her right hand at the same time, her mind flashed and her wrist felt liberated.
In the outline of the scale development, the volume of each note magically remains consistent.
Fang Xiaoyu was ecstatic. The wrist problem that had been bothering her seemed to be gone.
But at this moment when she was distracted, her left hand suddenly tightened during the finger-threading process, and a sound came out.
She quickly adjusted and then smoothly completed the next part.
Qin Jian stood behind Fang Xiaoyu the whole time, and he couldn't help but admire him at this moment.
Chris's method is really good.
He heard it more clearly than Fang Xiaoyu. From the uneven exertion last night to this time, the other party had basically mastered the control of his wrist.
Qin Jian admitted that Fang Xiaoyu’s hard training in the past month was responsible for this.
But without the method in Chris' Intermediate Guide, I'm afraid it would still take some time for the opponent to master this kind of power control.
Sighed.
He clapped his hands and gave the applause to Chris and Fang Xiaoyu, "The following scale exercises will be controlled by this force. Remember?"
Fang Xiaoyu nodded vigorously. At this moment, his admiration for Qin Jian could not be increased.
"Thank you! I'll remember it!"
In the remaining time, Qin Jian told Fang Xiaoyu some of his experience in controlling wrist strength, which also included some basic rules of Chopin's hand positions.
Fang Xiaoyu carefully wrote down Qin Jian's words in his notebook.
...
"That's all for now, you practice first."
"Okay! Shall we continue to practice scales according to this method for another month?" Fang Xiaoyu put away his pen, raised his head and said, "Teacher Qin, we... have a monthly exam."
"I know about the monthly exam. Just play the scales for the monthly exam." Qin Jian picked up Fang Xiaoyu's Chopin etude, "Now you can start preparing for the first etude."
"Yeah!" Fang Xiaoyu was a little excited because he could finally play music, and the crisis of the monthly exam seemed to have been lifted.
"Just play this one." Qin Jian handed the score to the other party.
Fang Xiaoyu took the sheet music and took a look at it. He pursed his lips happily and said, "Revolution, I like it so much. I wanted to practice it before, but I always felt that I couldn't play it."
"You can practice your finger skills now. This week, you will first touch the music according to the music sheet, and then play it for me in class next week."
"Yes!" Fang Xiaoyu nodded again.
After a moment, "Teacher Qin."
"Well?" Qin Jian was packing up and preparing to leave, "Do you have any more questions?"
"Can you play it and demonstrate it for me?" Fang Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue, this request made her a little embarrassed.
"Okay," Qin Jian replied cheerfully.
He didn't want to leave a preconceived auditory impression on the other party before Fang Xiaoyu started practicing, but now that the other party had spoken, he couldn't refuse.
Anyway, he is also his first real student.
"Teacher Qin, can I record it? I promise not to post it randomly!"
"Let's record it, it's okay, but don't record it if you step on the pedals. I'm not wearing shoes today."
"Hahaha, don't worry, don't worry."
Qin Jian sat in front of the piano, moved his wrist, and took off his watch, "Pay attention to my wrist movements."
The words have not yet fallen.
The next second.
Qin Jian's right hand suddenly bounced high.
A flick of the wrist.
moment!
Open your palms and hold your fingers in the air.
Then Fang Xiaoyu suddenly fell down with a look of astonishment on his face.
“Chang!!!!!”
Like a thunderbolt appearing out of thin air and rushing into the sky.
The first set of chords resonated throughout the corridor under Qin Jian's passionate and powerful falling keys.
After giving the order, he followed up with his left hand, his five fingers moving like thousands of troops galloping across the black and white grid, majestic and majestic.
In the corridor on the third floor, the piano room doors were pushed open one after another.
Everyone came to the door of 304 in unison.
Looking at each other.
"This is Fang Xiaoyu's piano room."
A boy with a trumpet mouthpiece in his hand swallowed.
...
In Fang Xiaoyu's mind, Qin Jian has always been her idol, even though she has never seen Qin Jian perform live.
But she knew the scene must be shocking.
But at this moment, she felt that she had thought wrong before.
The moment Qin Jian started playing, along with the piano under his finger, the entire piano room changed.
He just waved his arms casually.
Just like a colorful holy grail placed on a flower stem, with just a slight touch of your finger, beautiful cells will form like water vapor.
Noble and delicate, sensitive and elegant.
But beneath this bewildering appearance, his revolutionary etudes contain such extreme enthusiasm and passion.
For a moment, Fang Xiaoyu's left hand holding the phone slowly lowered.
...
It's almost dusk outside the window, and at 6:40, it's dinner time.
Because they have evening self-study at 7:30.
No one wants to be late for Goddess Ye Yi’s evening self-study.
But at this moment, many students heading to the cafeteria stopped on the path downstairs of the piano room.
They looked up at the window of 304.
Even Lu Desheng came to the window and ate the vegetable pancakes in his hand while listening to the sound of the piano on campus.
Flavorful.
...
In the piano room 304.
The intense ups and downs of the melody indicate that the revolution has come to an end.
Qin Jian's expression was indifferent, and he inadvertently exerted force on his right hand again.
In just a short moment, the essence of the music is perfectly pushed to the climax.
"Dang! Keng!"
Two sounds fell.
The song ends.
Qin Jian sighed, picked up the watch beside him and put it on, "That's probably how it feels. You practice first, we will teach you the phrasing and details in the next class."
"Teacher Qin, can I learn piano from you?"
Fang Xiaoyu's voice came from behind.
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Am I not teaching you?"
As he spoke, he turned his head.
Fang Xiaoyu's pupils were seen trembling slightly, his eyes filled with unspeakable desire.
"I want to be your real student."
The next second.
She dropped her hands to her sides and bent straight down.