Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 397 98. Even if tomorrow's fate will be unlucky
At this moment, Xiao Che lowered his head and sighed softly.

Hey.

Xiao Che was also a little helpless, but she was not discouraged.

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After lunch, Chen Xuan has to go back to the classroom to practice the flute. All the extra lessons were finished yesterday, and today is her day to practice the flute.

The two walked out of the office step by step.

"Go downstairs to practice, the concert hall is empty and empty."

"Don't go."

The concert hall of the Art Examination Department is currently only equipped with two keys, one is at Qin Yong's and the other is at Li An's. It's not that the teacher has no objection to this. Professor Ma called Qin Yong privately about this matter. I hoped to give it to Mr. Cao, but Qin Yong refused for some reason. After all, no one mentioned this matter again.

"Ok."

Li An didn't force it, he knew that Chen Xuan was worried about other people's gossip, according to the rules and regulations, no matter who used the concert hall, they had to write a written application.

"Goodbye, see you at five."

Chen Xuan turned around and went to the teaching area on the west side.

"Come on." Li An said as he walked towards the hall.

Both of them seemed to be talking to themselves.
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It can be considered that he is officially attached to the art examination department. Li An now reminds himself to go around the eighth floor every day to adapt to the new working environment as soon as possible.

Walking out of the elevator on the eighth floor, he greeted Wang Meili. On the way to the office, he passed by a corner of leisure. Two students who were sitting there reading a book greeted him, and he stopped and nodded to them.

"Hello."

Looking again, the design of the leisure corner is really good. Using the open space that cannot be remodeled, a large bookshelf is placed on the west wall, and a few light-colored tables and chairs are placed around it, which just connects the front desk and the teaching area of ​​the piano room into a whole. Make the entire entry hall no longer look empty.

The layout of the area is stylish, and the scenery outside the window is pleasant. After piano practice and class, buying a bottle of Sprite from the vending machine at the front desk, and then finding a table to read a book, or chatting with classmates are all high-quality options for relaxing.

Even Li An imagined such an image, teachers and students sitting around here, with some snacks on the table, isn't this just a small tea party.

This place can be regarded as an open classroom. Thinking of this, he felt that there was a lack of hardware here.

Next time, I will suggest a suggestion to Qin Yong.

Perhaps for some courses, moving the classroom here from within the four walls can also improve children's interest and attention.

It is better to hang a sign in this small area, such as the office, 806 piano room, 802 classroom, etc., so that people can know what they are doing at a glance.

Um. (√)
Thinking all the way to the door of the office, he didn't stop, and continued to move forward along with the sound of the piano, went around the piano room, stopped at the door of the 804 piano room, listened for a while, and then returned to the office.
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In the office, Fang Zheng was eating a hamburger. Seeing Li An push the door, he took out a fully packaged hamburger from the delivery paper bag.

"Come on?"

"Thank you, I just ate," Li An walked to his desk, "What time did Gao Ruijin start today?"

Fangzheng: "Around eight twenty."

Ang Lee nodded, "How's her vocal music?"

Fangzheng frowned: "Huh?"

Li An also frowned: "Huh?"

The two frowned and stared at each other.

"Is there a problem?" Li An was puzzled.

Fangzheng: "I didn't understand your question."

Ang Lee: "Let me ask you, how is her vocal major?"

Fangzheng: "It's indescribably bad."

Ang Lee: "Be more specific."

Fangzheng: "How specific?"

Li An immediately realized that Fang Zheng would lead her into the vortex of confusion again, "What is her biggest problem now, pick the most serious one."

Fangzheng: "Old habits."

For the next 5 minutes, Fang Zheng slammed Gao Ruijin harshly from the vocal organs to the respiratory organs. Li An couldn't help but have a question in his heart after hearing this, whether the child's organs are okay.

He understood Fangzheng's meaning. It seems that the starting point of Gao Ruijin's art test can no longer be lower. Similarly, his current evaluation of Gao Ruijin's piano is also very poor. Today is not as good as what he heard yesterday.

This is big trouble.

Fangzheng continued to analyze, and Li An listened while clearing his desk.

There is one thing to say, Fangzheng's voice sounds quite comfortable, thick and warm, full of charm.

Li An has also come into contact with many people who are professional in vocal music, but there are not many people like Fang Zheng who seem to automatically turn on their professional voice when they speak.

It's not that there are not many, it's that the sound is so natural, very few.

"So that's how you hit her in the first class?"

Li An was a little surprised when Fangzheng told Gao Ruijin that you knew how bad you were before the end of the first class. Is it too much to hit a child who is not confident in the first place?

Fangzheng: "Singing well is naturally self-confidence, and singing badly does not require self-confidence. The purpose of learning here is to improve. Improvement is a link that relies on long-term accumulation. Its motivation does not need the support of ethereal self-confidence."

"In my opinion, what she needs now is not self-confidence. Self-confidence will not help her quickly recognize herself. For her at present, she has to understand how bad she is."

Li An thinks about it, and it doesn't make any sense, "But what if she is slumped because of your blow? Maybe she knows that she is not good at major, maybe she needs some spiritual encouragement?"

Fangzheng: "I haven't finished talking just now, and I finally told her that your timbre is the best among the students I have taught so far."

Li An was startled: "Really?"

Fangzheng smiled charmingly: "Of course, I never lie."

After a pause, "She is the first student in my life."

Li An suddenly felt that his pupils seemed to be cramping, and he felt dizzy for a while, then he looked up and down Fangzheng, and for a moment, "...I...go, have you ever taken any students?"

Fangzheng: "No, so she is lucky, give me eight months, and I will make her the best vocal student in Lantian."

Ang Lee: "Which one is the best?"

Fangzheng: "Singing is the best."

Ang Lee: "Where did you get your confidence?"

Fang Zheng: "Singing well naturally gives you confidence."

Ang Lee: ".Who else knows that you have no teaching experience?"

Fangzheng: "No, remember to keep it secret."

The more Li An thought about it, the more outrageous he felt: "You are really awesome."

Fangzheng: "I think so too."

After speaking, he stuffed all the remaining burgers into his mouth in one bite.

Ang Lee waited patiently for 20 seconds.

After 20 seconds, he asked, "Do you still want to eat?"

Fangzheng patted his stomach: "I'm full."

Ang Lee: "Is there anything else going on right now?"

Fangzheng: "Please speak."

Ang Lee: "Help me move things."

Fangzheng: "Alright."

If one dinner plus an Autobot is not enough to shorten the distance between the two of them in reality, adding a secret now, Fang Zheng thinks he can openly fart in front of Li An.

The two were passing by the rest corner, and Fang Zheng broke the silence here, in exchange for another speechless expression from Li An.

Fortunately, those two students had already left, Li An thought to himself, and walked into the elevator first.

From the ninth floor to the eighth floor, it took two people four times to move a few cardboard boxes and some sundries.

Of course, it also includes Chen Xuan's office supplies.

The office on the eighth floor, which was originally fairly tidy, now looks a bit messy. There is still an hour before Che Lin comes to class, and Li An decided to use this time to clean up the office.

Just do it.

Four or ten minutes later, a brand new office appeared in front of the two of them.

Li An took out two wet wipes and handed one to Fangzheng, "Go, wash your hands, and find a good place to treat you to a drink."

Fangzheng wondered if Li An would be interested in coming this afternoon?He has heard more than one person say that Li An can drink, but he doesn't drink.

He clearly emphasized this point last night, and didn't Li An still have classes in the afternoon?

He followed Li An suspiciously, but after washing his hands, Li An led him to the hall.

"The farmer's three punches are fine."

Ang Lee went to the vending machine to fetch two bottles of mineral water, "Sit down."

The two found a table in the rest corner and sat down.

Don't tell me, just after finishing the work, it really makes people feel very comfortable to sit and watch the scenery outside the window.

Fangzheng supported the handle of the chair, slid down and found a more comfortable sitting position, "It's really a good place."

Li An smiled: "Yes."

Then Li An shared his little thoughts about this with Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng called him an expert after listening.

"But the name Rest Corner is too common." Fangzheng also discovered this problem.

Ang Lee: "You have one."

Fangzheng blurted out: "My time."

Li An smacked his lips: "It's too shallow, you are also a singer, and you have to deal with lyrics all day long, so you can't come up with something meaningful."

Fangzheng said seriously: "I just want to test your taste."

Ang Lee is used to the nonsensical way, "Come on, let's have dinner."

Fangzheng looked left and right, and moved his mouth in thought, "anche se avverso il destino domani sarà."

Ang Lee was amazed by Fang Zheng's pronunciation for a moment, "Italian lyrics?"

Fangzheng was very satisfied with Li An's expression, "Want to try it, I'll teach you."

Ang Li: "I don't think so for now, what do you mean by that?"

Fang Zheng: "I like to understand this sentence as - even if tomorrow's fate will be unfortunate."

"Even if tomorrow's fate will be unlucky." Li An murmured, even if tomorrow's fate is unlucky.

For a moment he showed a smile, maybe he couldn't find a better description to describe this small world than this.

"Can I sing it?" Li An's interest was aroused.

Fangzheng was a little uncertain: "Are you sure?"

Li An didn't understand what was uncertain about this, and then made another gesture of please.

Seeing this, Fangzheng got up, let out a soft breath, and then spoke.

In an instant, the warm and loud singing centered on the round table where the two were sitting, and spread to the entire eighth floor.

At the front desk, Wang Meili trotted two steps to a place where she could see the rest corner, and saw the sloppy long-haired teacher singing to her heart's content, and the arm that was raised too far above her head was too graceful.

Fangzheng refreshed Wang Meili's opinion of him with half a line of lyrics.

“de-sti-no do ma-ni sa-rà”

The Italian phrases have a poignant minor tune that directly impacts people. In the second half of the libretto, Fang Zheng seems to be using a sea-like broad voice to describe the winding and trickling stream.

There is no need to be deliberate about the full emotion, listening at such a close distance, in this singing, Ang Lee gave birth to an idea, there is really no more direct emotional expression than singing.

It was so well sung that he was eager to keep listening.

However, at this moment, "Separate."

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After hiccupping, Fangzheng sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the corridor, and several children were also attracted by the singing in the rest corner, followed behind them, and a little girl with long hair also stopped.

The little girl didn't dare to move her legs any further, she just sneaked in from behind, slipping her head to this side from the shadow of her classmates in front.

Li An could see clearly that Gao Ruijin's eyes were shining, and he wasn't looking at him.

Then Fangzheng got up, smiled and bowed to the children.

Seeing the children applauding, Fangzheng bowed again.

This time, Li An also applauded.

"What's Ge'er's name?" He asked.

Fangzheng: "Tell me, Mary You."

Ang Lee: "When will you try?"

Fangzheng: "Wait until you finish your work."

"Okay," Ang Lee looked at his watch, "I have to go to class."

Fangzheng stood up, "Satisfied with the disciple's class."

Li An didn't ask how you knew this time, but just nodded with a smile.
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Probably listening to the beautiful singing at noon, Li An was in a good mood throughout the afternoon.

Even the problem that Xiao Che still hadn't solved made him calm down.

Maybe I was too anxious, Li An thought.

He really hoped too much that Xiao Che could produce Paganini in this competition with the highest standard.

Hey, but how can such a thing be forced?

After all, he is still a child, and what is lacking may not be his teaching problem, nor is it a problem with Xiaoche's comprehension. It may be that he is not yet old, or it may be that he lacks such an opportunity to make a breakthrough.
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"Hey."

At 15:14 in the afternoon, in the fourth classroom, Li An looked out the window and sighed softly.

What he sighed in this tone was not melancholy, but it was another feeling that was transmitted to the ears of the car behind him.

This is the first time Xiaoche heard the teacher sigh in class.

She can often hear her father, her head teacher, and her math teacher sigh.

It stands to reason that she has long been used to this kind of sighing, but hearing her teacher Li sighing like this made her feel a little sad.

She shifted her gaze to the sheet music, and flicked the keys again after a while.

This time she pressed the key more quickly.

But that's not the problem, she knew it, but she couldn't help but want to try again.

Li An turned his head when he heard the sound of the piano, and walked lightly to the back of the small car.

Above Xiaoche's invisible head, her teacher Li was listening to her performance with a particularly gratified gaze.

After she finished playing, Li An said hello twice.

"That's right." He clapped his hands vigorously, even looking a little excited, "Look, this is solved, that's how it feels!"

While talking, Li An stopped himself. Judging from the child's reaction, his acting skills are indeed a bit clumsy.

Smiling and patted Xiao Che on the shoulder, for a moment, "The teacher is already very satisfied."

After he finished speaking, he turned to get his teacup.

At this moment, Xiao Che lowered his head and sighed softly.

Hey.

Xiao Che was also a little helpless, but she was not discouraged.

She believed that she would be able to play this Paganini well.

Sure can!
After thinking this through, and recalling the teacher's last words, before she knew it, the smile on her face came back.

Because she could hear that what the teacher said later was different from what she said before, it was from the heart.

She can tell which of adults' words are true and which are not.

The teacher was not disappointed in himself.

This is even more important to her than whether she can play this piece well.

Don't look at her only 13 years old.

(End of this chapter)