Rebirth: I Want To Be a Student God

The number of people taking classical music classes is the least among all subjects, and the conditions of the families who come here are not bad. After all, the cost of playing classical musical instruments is not ordinary, and girls account for the majority.

Of course, as usual, some of them were aimed at Feng Yan.

The instructor plucked the strings and played a piece of music left over from the ancient earth period. Everyone else felt very charming when listening to it. Xia Ruo didn't show any emotions, it was very flat.

Not to mention Feng Yan, who lazily sat on the table and didn't listen much at all.

After the instructor finished playing, he swept the people in the classroom.

It was found that except for Feng Yan and Xia Ruo, everyone present showed expressions of serious appreciation.

He asked a few people to talk about their feelings first, and what they said was basically the same, and they all thought it had an ancient charm and sounded good.

Then the instructor looked at Xia Ruo and said, "Xia Ruo, how do you feel?"

Although Feng Yan looked at it and didn't listen carefully, he didn't dare to speak up to the overlord, otherwise it would most likely destroy the classroom atmosphere.

Xia Ruo stood up, thought for a while, and said truthfully and euphemistically: "The music played by the instructor has form but no spirit, has flavor but no rhyme, and there is still room for improvement!"

The ancient musical instrument she is best at is also the guqin, and her piano skills are relatively high, so it is easy to find the disadvantages and shortcomings of the other party.

This piece is one of the top ten Guqin pieces of the earth period, "Mountains and Flowing Water", but the instructor didn't play that kind of taste, and even a few notes were wrong.

For Huaxia's classical music, Xia Ruo really couldn't say anything to praise against her will.

No one expected that Xia Ruo would comment on the mentor like this, it's very courageous!

The instructor was also taken aback, and then Xia Ruo didn't expect Xia Ruo to feel that what he was talking about was tangible.

He smiled and asked: "Hearing what Student Xia said, you should be very familiar with guqin?"

Xia Ruo nodded: "Very familiar!"

"Then how about asking classmate Xia to come up and play a song for us?" The instructor thought he played very well, and if Xia felt bad, he would come up to prove it.

Xia Ruo also wanted them to re-understand the correct way to open Huaxia's classical music pieces.

"Okay, then I'll make a fool of myself!"

Xia Ruo sat down gracefully, and then tried a few sounds first.

Seeing her randomly plucking the strings, many people wanted to laugh, but given the existence of Feng Bawang, they could only hold back.

They think Xia Ruo is putting on too much, don't they? Who can't pluck the strings!

If you can't talk about it in a while, it will be really embarrassing, and you might be disgusted by the instructor.

Could it be that she wanted to attract Young Master Feng's attention? But if you can't play it, wouldn't it lower your favorability instead?

Xia Ruo seemed a little too impatient.

Some people were curious, but a few people were already waiting to see Xia Ruo make a fool of himself.

Xia Ruo tried the sound, and stretched out her hand to tune the strings. The tone of this piano is very ordinary, she is not satisfied, and now she can only make do with it.

The instructor stood below with arms folded, watching Xia Ruo tune the strings, frowning slightly.

Feng Yan changed his previous listlessness, and looked at Xia Ruo with burning eyes.

She has heard her play the flute and Gu Xiao, but she has not heard her play the Guqin yet.

Xia Ruo's slender and white hands landed on the guqin again, and just when everyone thought she was going to pluck the strings at will, a few notes jumped out.

Soon, the piano music was reverberating in the classroom. At the beginning, the melody appeared and disappeared, and the top of the mountain could still be seen, surrounded by clouds and mist, erratic and uncertain.

Then it was like murmurs and clatters, the cold current in the secluded space; the clearness and coldness, the trickle of pine roots.

In the end, it really seems to be a very surging view, with the image of a dragon roaring. Rest your mind and listen quietly, just like passing through Wu Gorge in a dangerous boat, dazzled and thrilled, almost suspecting that you are already rushing to the mountains, when thousands of ravines are fighting for the flow.

All the people present, whether they were tutors or students, were all immersed in the piano music, as if they were in a picture scroll of mountains and rivers.

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