Chapter 64: Chapter 61 Piano Lesson 1


    After spending a few days at thepany, the winter vacation officially ended. Schools and universities gradually started a new semester, naturally including the Qin Continent Art Academy.


    Temporarily stopping his work.


    Lin Yuan returned to campus life.


    in this new semester, there was an additional major course on Lin Yuan s schedule, which was quite friendly to him


    Piano lessons.


    While students in theposition department do not need to master all instruments, a certain level of understanding is indispensable, and the piano just happens to be an important instrument that theposition departmentes into contact with.


    In the school, Lin Yuan was undeniably a good student.


    Although the system said that Lin Yuan’s piano skills were at a professional level, Lin Yuan still obediently attended the piano ss.


    Not only for the credits, but becausest time someone said that Lin Yuan’s piano skills were subpar, so he thought he might take this opportunity to improve.


    “Ladies and gentlemen.”


    The piano teacher was a man, not very tali, but very handsome. He had a long braid, presenting an artistic style, and set a bad example for the students


    The school clearly did not encourage students to have long hair.


    “You are ailposition students from Qin Art. Most of you should have a basic understanding of the piano, and even a good grasp of it. So hearing that there’s an additional piano course this semester, many of you might be unable to resist the urge to show off your skills in front of your ssmates, right?”


    Those were the opening remarks of the piano teacher’s first ss.


    Just one sentence touched the hearts of many people in the ss.


    Then he introduced himself: “My name is Huang Benyu, you can call me Mr. Huang, and I ll be your piano teacher.”


    Fifty students in the ss apuded.


    Huang Benyu gave a slight smile: “Every year, rhe students in rheposing department think they are very good in rhe first piano lesson. Put away those thoughts. Just because you have some piano foundation doesn’t mean you can take my ss lightly. Aside from Gu Xi whom I think I can’t reach, all other students should learn earnestly, because you all still have a long way to go!”


    This was a show of authority.


    Huang Benyu satzily on the chair: “You studied the theoryst semester. In this ss, we will learn a piece. Let’s start with something rtively simple, and fulfill some people’s desire to show off. You all know Qin Melody¹, right?”


    The students nodded.


    Most people start learning piano with simr songs, and “Qin Melody” is a fairly ssic piece for beginners.


    “Excellent.”


    Huang Benyu casually said, “Let’s start by selecting someone to y the ‘Qin Melody¹. You want to show⁷ off, don’t you? Here’s your chance.”


    Whoosh, Whoosh, Whoosh!


    A bunch of people raised their hands.


    Huang Benyu curled the corner of his mouth; he enjoyed this kind of eagerness from students wanting to be a bad example. This was an old routine he always yed before teaching new students


    Select a student who thinks he is good at piano.


    After the student finishes ying and prepares to enjoy rhe admiration of the ssmates, he would critique every error from a professional angle, brutally hitting the student’s confidence, letting these students understand that their skills are not as high as they think.


    Tsk, tsk.


    Just look at how excited this bunch is.


    Their adrenaline and hormones must be over the top, right?


    They’re just like how 1 was when I was young. They all probably have the idea to show⁷ off in front of their ssmates, especially those students in the first row, all raising their hands….


    Huh?


    Huang Benyu suddenly noticed that among the students in the first row, there was one who did not raise his hand?


    Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan, who stood out for his not raising hand’ and the fact that he was more good-looking.


    Not raising your hand is the anti-routing?


    Such a smart but mistaken kid, i’ll choose you to be rhe unlucky one, Huang Benyu looked at Lin Yuan who did not raise his hand: “Do you know how to y it?”


    Lin Yuan said, “A little.”


    As expected, it’s the anti-routine, clearly knowing how to y but not raising hands, when everyone else is raising their hands, you stand out for not doing so, you’ve sessfully caught my attention.


    Huang Benyu said, “Then youe and try it?”


    “Okay.”


    Lin Yuan reluctantly got up.


    He found this teacher very strange, about eighty percent of the ss raised their hands, yet he insisted on letting him, who didn’t raise his hand, go up.


    “Eh.”


    The other students, seeing that they were nor chosen, lowered their hands somewhat disappointed.


    Lin Yuan sat at the piano.


    He had learned “Qin Melody” so he actually knew how to y it. However, this song has many versions. Since rhe teacher did not specify a version, Lin Yuan simply chose a version he liked.


    The five fingers spread wide.


    The right hand struck rhe key.


    The first chord resounded heavily, strong and forceful, as Lin Yuan’s left hand followed, his ten fingers leaping over the piano keys.


    “A rearranged version of ‘Qin Melody ?”


    Huang Benyu arched an eyebrow, Lin Yuan had chosen a version with high difficulty among the countless versions of this piece, a version, which even he himself did not dare to guarantee he could y well.


    Lin Yuan was immersed in the performance.


    1’he flowing notes, like arrows dancing in the sky, were not at all abrupt amidst the clear contrasts of loud and soft rones, and the round, deep tones that were interspersed.


    Huang Benyu’s expression gradually changed.


    As rhe piece reached the tenth measure, the music under Lin Yuan’s fingers disyed amazing sticity, with hardly any false notes. There were some Sticky notes in the middle, but Huang Benyu knew that he could not avoid these asional sticky notes either.


    Mature performance techniques…


    The small notes under Lin Yuan’s treatment were incredibly delicate, the clear musical phrases and perfect outlining of the motif brilliantly interpreted the musical idea.


    Not just Huang Benyu.


    1’he students seated in the lecture hall also couldn’t help but widen their eyes, with some of the girls looking at Lin Yuan, their eyes slightly hazy.


    “The final passage.”


    When a certain long note sounded, the students who were familiar with this piece felt it simultaneously. This was rhe ending of the song, also the most emotional part of the piece.


    Reluctance.


    Regret.


    Through the keys, the emotions were conveyed. Lin Yuan’s arms moved back and forth, at an extremely fast pace. His fingers hit the keys almost in an impact mode then ended rhe piece with a mournful tone.


    The body sat straight.


    Lin Yuan finished ying.


    Anyone with a little understanding of the piano would know how amazing Lin Yuan’s performance just now was. Everyone apuded, and Huang Benyu couldn’t help but stand up, his mind a little confused.


    What?


    What the hell is this?


    You call this a little skill?


    Is this what your little’ looks like?


    it’s hard to be a teacher at Qin Art!


    There’s already Gu Xi, who never attends his piano ss, yet he still needs to award credits. He’s a rare piano prodigy who has performed on the Golden Hall, which Huang has always wished for


    Although it’s not good to say this, Huang Benyu actually doesn’t want Gu Xi to attend his ss, because whenever Gu Xi is in the audience, he always fears that the former will suddenly stand up to teach him how to y the piano.


    How did another monster student pop up now?


    His skill is in no way inferior to mine!


    How⁷ will 1 teach this piano ss in the future?


    After the apuse subsided.


    in the silent ssroom, Huang Benyu swallowed hard, then coughed andughed, “If you all are at this level now⁷, then I will go to the principal’s office in the neighboring teaching building and resign immediately.”


    The crowd burst intoughter.


    Huang Benyu asked Lin Yuan, “What’s your name?”


    “Lin Yuan.”


    “Who did you learn piano from?”


    “My mom,” Lin Yuan lied calmly.


    Huang Benyu’s attitude changed significantly, “Which master is your mother?”


    At this moment, the names of numerous current piano masters who have performed at the Golden Hall appeared in his mind.


    After thinking for a moment, Lin Yuan replied, “The music teacher of the third ss in the fourth grade of Yongning Vige s Hope Elementary School..”