Boer Art School is the best music and art examination training school in Nan City.
With an enrollment rate of nearly 95% or more every year, students are sent to major colleges and universities offering music majors across the country. Among them, some of the more outstanding students have passed into more advanced music academies and specialized art academies.
school.
This not only relies on each candidate's own musical talent and hard work, but also stems from the school's almost harsh management model and high-quality teachers.
Here, practicing piano is the top priority that will never change.
Except for the occasional Sundays where students can sleep in or relax all morning and go home on leave, the rest of the time, apart from eating, sleeping and attending classes, they basically spend their time in the piano room.
The piano room can be said to be everyone’s second dormitory.
Qin Jian left the dormitory and came to the piano room according to his memory. Perhaps because it was the weekend, he didn't meet any classmates along the way.
Have you practiced the piano today?
At the entrance of the piano room building, the huge banner posted above his head made Qin Jian feel sad again.
I never thought I would come back here one day.
Shivering, Qin Jian stepped through the door of the building. Opposite the door was the duty room of the piano room administrator.
"Hey, who did I think came so early on a big weekend? Qin Jian, why do you know you worked hard?"
In the duty room, a skinny old man was playing with the radio. He looked up and saw Qin Jian coming in, and joked repeatedly.
"Uncle Ding, morning."
Qin Jian hurriedly stepped forward and nodded. He was very grateful to the old man in front of him. After all, he had been caught smoking in the piano room by the old man countless times in his previous life, but he never reported it to the teacher in the end.
You must know that at that time, being caught smoking in the piano room was a big deal.
"I know hard work is a good thing, go ahead." Old Ding said and threw a piano room card on the window sill, "But if I catch you smoking in the room again, you see how I will deal with you."
Under the eloquent performance of the old man, Qin Jian hurriedly picked up the piano room card and hurried upstairs.
"Goodbye, Uncle Ding, I quit smoking."
"What?"
Old Ding was stunned.
"Hahaha, brat." Then he grinned and hummed along with the tune on the radio. He took out a hada door from the cigarette case on the side and picked up the lighter.
despair.
With a crisp sound, Qin Jian opened the door of piano room No. 203.
A faint fragrance hit my face, and it seemed that the last person to leave here must be a female classmate.
Qin Jian has experience in this regard.
In a small square room, a black upright piano lies in the corner near the window.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Jian locked the door, took off his coat, sat down in front of the piano, and opened the lid.
He raised his hand and looked at the tattoo. Sure enough, it had changed to 47, and his heart suddenly tightened again.
Facing the piano, Qin Jian's conversation with Chris emerged in his mind.
Although the other party said that everything needs to be explored by oneself, he also left some key information clues.
"Use the sound of the piano to conquer everyone, they will have the worship value they need."
Qin Jian held his chin and thought about it. The original words seemed to be like this. From a literal analysis, it means that by being recognized by others for the sound of the piano he plays, he can obtain the admiration value from the audience.
But how does the other party transfer the value of adoration to itself?
idea?
This is too abstract, but this is the only explanation that seems to work.
"Wait a minute, what if you become intoxicated while playing the piano and develop self-worship?"
As if he had discovered a corner of the mystery, Qin Jian's eyes lit up.
If this really works, then in the future, self-sufficiency will be enough. Anyway, even if he is not deceived by Chris, there is no way he will lack a piano in his life.
Give it a try!
Having made up his mind, Qin Jian rolled up his sleeves and searched through the music scores in his mind.
Immediately, the name of a work was retrieved.
Bach, English Suite No. 2, Coulant.
This is Qin Jian's favorite song.
Moving the piano stool backward, Qin Jian adjusted his sitting posture and placed his hands on the keyboard.
I deduced the first four bars of the score in my mind and took a deep breath.
Raise your hand!
Finger drop!
The movements that are done in one go are indescribably natural.
But at this moment, when Qin Jian closed his eyes and was about to start listening, he thought it was an auditory hallucination in his ears.
Because the sound that was supposed to sound changed to something else, Qin Jian opened his eyes and realized that he had indeed pressed the wrong sound.
For this piece of music that is not very difficult and is almost familiar enough to play backwards, it is really too low-level to make such a mistake.
Reposition yourself.
This time Qin Jian stared at the ring finger of his right hand, which was firmly on 'la'. But then, when the vibrato of the next sound 'mi' was played, Qin Jian found that his index finger seemed to be out of control.
A set of vibrato playing pits.
"what's the situation!"
Although the music chart was clear in my mind, it could not pop up clearly no matter what. The hands seemed to have been replaced by someone else's.
It doesn't matter how good or bad his condition is, just like a professional football player, even if he is old and retired, one day when the football rolls to his feet again, he can still complete simple dribbling and stopping the ball.
But at this moment, Qin Jian, who has been playing the piano for 18 years, is facing 88 keys, like a person who has never played the piano before.
"impossible!"
Qin Jian didn't believe it, and continued to persevere on the keyboard, enduring the bumpy and rhythmless notes under his fingers, and forced himself to play according to the music score in his mind.
As the "music" in his ears became more and more outrageous, Qin Jian finally burst out and suddenly slapped the piano keys.
"Dingyin~~~~"
A set of extremely dissonant and harsh sounds echoed throughout the piano room.
"What the fuck is this!!!"
With a depressed roar, Qin Jian's whole body fell into an extremely bad state.
Looking at his hands, an inexhaustible anger burst out from the bottom of his heart.
On the exquisite tattoo, 47 turned into 46 without any violation under Qin Jian's gaze.
At this moment, a group of small characters appeared in Qin Jian's mind out of thin air.
[Worship value from Qin Jian -1]
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This, this tm...
Qin Jian's whole body looked like a deflated inflatable doll, his head lowered limply.
…
Chris…wqnmlgb…
"Ding, I found Chris's gift."
An emotionless electronic sound suddenly appeared in Qin Jian's ear.
What!?
Qin Jian sat up straight and touched the tattoo.
The panel appeared in front of me instantly. After searching for a long time, I found a small red dot on the backpack icon.
The consciousness is focused on the backpack, and the panel switches to a 30*30 grid.
In the first grid, a gray square box is glowing faintly.