God Level Star System

Although Zhao Wei used to watch Yao Qiaoqiao playing the piano, he rarely saw the other party playing the whole piece. Most of the time, the other side playing the piano is also based on performance demonstration exercises in a few bars. Today, she is also rare to see the skills of her own teacher. At the same time, she also has a heart to see that when the other party is playing the piano, it seems that the way to breathe is really different from that of himself.

After Yao Qiaoqiao played the ball many times, he turned to look at Zhang Yu and said: "Classmate! I heard it now! It’s not a problem with the song, but the piano of Zhao Wei is still in the learning stage, dealing with a lot. The mood is not quite in place, so it sounds wrong."

Zhang Yu shook his head and said: "You are not correct to say this! Emotion is emotion, error is wrong, you can understand emotion as a different skill, but you can't confuse it with mistakes."

Yao Qiaoqiao heard the other person face back to himself, and of course his face flashed an unpleasant color. He felt that he and the arrogant young man explained these things. He was asking for trouble, so she did not intend to Explained, shook his head and got up and planned to leave.

At this time, Zhao Wei turned his eyes and smiled. "Yao teacher! Don't you want to hear what the original author of this song is like?"

Yao Qiaoqiao heard the words, and frowned. "What do you mean? Even if I want to hear, I have to have a concert!"

"No!" Zhao Wei took these little smirks and said: "Isn't this the author standing here?"

"What!" Yao Qiaoqiao heard that he was stunned and turned to look at Zhang Yu. Some incredible words: "You said that he is... the author!"

"Of course!" Zhao Xiao smiled and looked at Zhang Yudao: "Zhang Ge! Give me a teacher to play with Yao! Let her see what it really is like?"

Zhang Yu smiled. When Yao Qiaoqiao was stunned, he came to the piano and sat down. He used to get a scale from bottom to top. It can be said that this momentary movement, Yao Qiaoqiao I saw the extraordinary of Zhang Yu, whether it is the speed of the bounce of the finger, or the movement of the wrist and the swing arm. It is the starting hand of the piano master.

Zhang Yu slightly stunned, followed by flashing his fingers, and a beautiful note immediately floated out of the body...

As the king of musical instruments, the piano is naturally very sweet and appealing, and the performers are masters. In conjunction with a world-class piano song, it feels very easy to infect everyone in the room.

At this moment, Zhao Wei also observed Zhang Yu’s breathing deliberately and found that his breathing rhythm really changed with the fluctuation of the notes. At the same time, when playing the keys, the arm also had a changing swing, as if following him. Every note played is integrated into one, which makes Zhao Wei feel that the original piano master's style is so extraordinary for the first time.

Yao Qiaoqiao is of course a piano professional, and he has a strong piano foundation. Although she thinks she is far away from the piano master, it does not affect her appreciation. After all, she has never seen pork running. I am not a piano master. I have always heard that the master’s performance is not. I have to say that the teenagers in front of me have almost no defects in their playing skills, just like the piano masters they have seen. It even gives people a strange feeling, as if people's minds are full of thoughts, giving people a strange fantasy.

Yao Qiaoqiao feels as if he has seen a small grass in the forest, swaying gently with the breeze... The leaves are also squeaky by the breeze, and the sun shines through the leaves on the dreamy land. .

Zhang Yu’s flashing lights drifted around, allowing several people in the room to feel the same dream world.

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Zhang Yu hasn't played the piano for a long time, and this song tells him that he is not too fond of it. It is not because this song is not good, but every time he plays this song, he always reminds him of his past, which makes him somewhat confused.

When Zhang Yu played this song, he always felt that his life is not real. He always thought, and he promised that everything in front of him was fake. And now I am just a vegetative person lying in a hospital bed! Parents sit on the bed and wash their faces in tears, calling their names day after day.

Zhang Yu’s brain flashed a variety of thought changes, but this did not prevent him from playing the piano. The more he thought in his mind, the more emotion he brought, the more precise and beautiful he played.

Zhang Yu's superb performance skills quickly made the surrounding people completely immersed in the sound of the piano. Even Zhao Zhijun, who was born with no call to the piano, was too dull to know what he was thinking.

Until Zhang Yu completed the last note playing ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ followed by helpless sigh, followed by adjusting the breath, fingers swept the keys, interrupted this stunned.

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"Hey!" A burst of applause came...

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Yao Qiaoqiao and Zhao Wei also awake from intoxication, and involuntarily raised their hands, because for a few people, this masterful performance can not be met.

"Wow! Zhang Yuge! How are you playing so well! It is 10,000 times better than me." Zhao Yan's eyes flashed with a adoration.

Zhao Zhijun also said: "Boss! No wonder online that you are the greatest musician of this century! I think you are a genius among geniuses!"

The piano teacher Yao Qiaoqiao came to this sentence and suddenly remembered something. Some excited: "You...you are the famous talented composer in China! Zhang Yu! Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Yu smiled: "I am Zhang Yu! But I am not a teacher! You are a teacher, I am a student."

Yao Qiaoqiao heard this red face and hurriedly said: "You don't want to say this! You are the real master of music! In front of your master, I dare to call myself a teacher. Right! I can ask you for help. Am I signing a name?"

"No problem!" Zhang Yu smiled and nodded.

"That's a thank you!" Yao Qiaoqiao happily took out the book and the pen from the bag and handed it over.

Zhang Yu took over the book and wrote his name on it and handed it back.

Yao Qiaoqiao took the book and looked at it. He said with pleasure: "Mr. Zhang wrote your words very well! If I let my classmates know, I will envy my luck."

Standing on one side, Zhao Wei smiled and said: "Mr. Yao! I knew you wanted Zhang’s signature so much. Why don’t you tell me earlier! With our relationship, this is a trivial matter.”