The Idol Group and the Crown

Huo Jian feels that there are indeed many people hiding here.

In contrast, the label of the top candidate in the entrance examination... is basically not worth mentioning.

He stared at the grand piano for a while and told the truth: "I want to learn from you."

"But there is a premise." The teenager said: "I don't teach stupid."

Huo Jian laughed: "I'm not a fool."

"That's up to me." The teenager frowned. "If you show a little bit like a fool, I'm too lazy to teach anymore."

"Good teacher."

"It's Teacher Bo," the man corrected: "My name is Bo Ju."

He took out a navy blue hair band to tie up his long hair, and said in a straight line: "Try a lesson today."

Bo Jue came in with the registration form, flipped his registration form around, and drew a staff on a white background. He didn't worry about the teacher training him.

Huo Jian saw his random attitude towards the registration form, probably knowing that he was the ‘internal enrollment’ among those populations.

It is estimated that the company begged a Buddha.

This piano-playing Buddha draws a musical notation, and begins to talk about introductory musical theories from his own self. It's like reporting a recipe.

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Huo blade, as if he was serious and perfunctory: "Where did you not understand?"

"No." Huo Jiandao said: "All understood."

Bo Jue's expression was "as expected," and the ballpoint pen drew a staff on the back of the registration form. A few tadpoles were added: "You read it."

Huo Jian already has a corresponding image in his mind, and the reading next to the note is done: "do, sol, fa, si."

Bo Jue didn't believe it, the ballpoint pen turned the cap to point to the key: "You popped the d major."

Huo Jian mimicked his posture and pressed ten hands back on the white keys. One finger after another tapped in turn, like a puppet with a clockwork turned.

Bo Jue looked tangled: "The brain is very smart, but his hands are stupid."

"Then do you intend to teach?"

After thinking about it, Bo Ju turned around and went to the nearby piano room to read the "Little Thompson Book 1" full of cartoon dwarfs, and opened the book like a ramen on the piano stand. Seriously said: " You look at my hand, don’t look at the score, remember the movement of my wrist and fingers."

Then this genius player really started to play introductory textbooks for him. It seemed that he was performing rigorously.

The scores on the first few pages have only one or two notes per bar, and gradually increase in the back, and the music gradually has a melody, all of which are children's songs in the cartoon rocking car at the entrance of the supermarket.

When Bo Qiu taught the piano, he didn't care much about other people's reactions, playing one page after another, from "Grandpa's Bell" to the last page of "Princess Ballet", with several trainees passing by. Stopping curiously at the probe, the two of them didn't find it at all.

The teenager looked up at him: "Do you find it difficult?"

Huo Jian paused for a moment, and passed all the images in his head, confirming: "It doesn't seem to be an ensemble with both hands?"

"The first one is like this." Bo Ju handed him the book: "See you here tomorrow at 8 o'clock and practice on your own."

"it is good."

When the two were separated, Huo Jian remembered the registration form: "How do you plan to choose?"

Bo Jue is still looking at the staff on the back of the registration form: "Just do it."

Huo Jian and he are not in a group and are very cautious when making decisions.

Although the company called it'fair competition for all trainees' at the meeting, many people learned vocal and dancing for several years before they came in. The starting line was different from the beginning.

He put his sense of existence to a minimum, and at the same time began to build a data file in his mind. He recognized all the opponents in the same group according to their names, and began to rank as far as possible.

You must find your position and see the threats and gaps clearly.

The other three people in the dormitory saw the child in a quiet manner and didn't talk much to him. In the evening, they practiced hip-hop dancing in front of the mirror and chatted about the latest entertainment gossip while twisting their buttocks.

The first main lesson on the second day was dance, and there was no break between two hours.

Huo Jian felt the atmosphere was not right when he arrived in the classroom.

It was not just a circle of students around who was asking for signatures, even the two assistants he had seen before were also shy, holding a notebook and covering their mouths and laughing.

He bypassed them to find his place, and when he looked up, he clearly saw the face of the man in the middle.

Pei Ruye.

It was the man who picked him up in the parking lot that day.

As soon as the class bell rang, Pei Ru also clapped his hands, and the assistant teacher shouted, "After class, put away the irrelevant things and go back!"

The trainees stood apart and stared at the others in the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Their expressions were somewhat unnatural.

"Today's head coach Mr. Pei came over to teach," the assistant teacher said in a voice: "He has the right to veto directly, you better have the spirit of twelve points to listen!"

Pei Ru also nodded his head, did not intend to give a lecture at all, and looked at the teaching assistant: "Send them a skipping rope."

As soon as the words skipping rope came out, some people's faces were white. Obviously, they recalled the long and painful morning of the screening test.

The teaching assistants led the students to carry the boxes and re-issued the skipping rope to their hands.

"The dance subject for the final assessment is also from me." Pei Ru also said lightly: "Four thousand in an hour, you can dance any way."

He waved his hand, sat back on the sofa in the corner of the practice room and started playing with his mobile phone. His slender and straight legs overlapped at random, without saying a word.

Everyone looked at him with a face of ‘Are you teasing us playing’, and some people started to skip the rope.

Huo Jianxin wanted to co-operate with the company for a few months to pay for the rope skipping. After watching the time, he began to control his breathing and physical exertion slowly.

He can't even jump for an hour now, far from the qualifying line.

Huo Jian didn't take the initiative to take care of Pei Ruye. Pei Ru also played mobile phones in the corner, waiting for the resurrection countdown before glancing at him, and then continued to concentrate on playing the game.

These two hours have been extremely long, and most people can't hold on.

They didn't dare to touch the fish in front of Teacher Pei and chat, they jumped a little bit, or pretended to stretch and relax and drag the time.

Huo Jiantiao's forehead and back were all sweaty, and the calf was almost unconscious by thirty minutes.

An assistant teacher seemed to have intentionally proven something. He watched for a while, and took a skipping rope and stood in front.

She jumped together, the body was light as if there was no weight at all, and she could be controlled at will, and the rope was fast without any delay.

The eyes of all the boys chased past, and subconsciously exclaimed a few times.

Huo Jian is still sorting out the physical strength for the other people in the training room, positioning himself in the twelfth place.

After thirty minutes, the teacher stopped as soon as he closed his hand, and showed them the counter on the rope.

Two thousand five hundred in half an hour.

"Oh my God……"

"Teacher, are you a Godman?! How long have you practiced?"

"What do you want to do to practice this thing?" One boy was already bored: "Isn't this dancing class."

The assistant took a towel and wiped the sweat, and gave the boy a squinted look.

"If you don't have the physical strength and vital capacity at this point, don't think that you can continue to sing and jump for two hours at the concert."

After the two classes were over, Pei Ru also took his cell phone and left, and the assistants greeted each other and drove away. Other students followed, and only a few stayed here to continue skipping.

Huo Jian completed the two-hour jump, and his heart sank a bit.

He is now only two thousand in two hours of best effort, not enough.

Vocal music lessons are theoretical lessons, and stage performances will not be available until next week.

Huo Jian locked the vocal lesson notes and went to the training room. After completing 4,000 skipping ropes, he cleaned them and went to the piano room.

He has limited time and needs to repeat all the notes.

Quarter notes, eighth notes, and sixteenth notes are not difficult to play separately.

The problem is that he has unforgettable memories, but only in the brain, not in the body.

The coordination of ten fingers and the coordination of limbs and joints all require repeated training acquired.

With his eyes closed, he repeatedly recalled what Bo Qiu taught yesterday, and then began to practice the piano against the picture.

The piano room is small and not breathable, today you can hear the messy piano sounds of the trainees before and after, all of which are the latest fashionable popular music accompaniment.

Others were releasing their throats to sing, the rhythm rising and falling with the sound of the piano, and he could hear his ease and joy across a few walls.

Huo Jian was surrounded by a group of predecessors, and continued to learn this children's introductory tutorial according to what Bo Jue said yesterday. He patiently and conscientiously finished playing more than a dozen children's songs, and was a little happy in his heart.

The piano is so good.

Bo Jue knocked on the door at the back: "Come out and change another one."

Huo Jian turned his head to look at him, but didn't realize when he came: "Aren't you checking?"

"Listen to the sound of keystrokes." Bo Ju thought deeply: "The hands are still stupid, you need more practice."

He came in and summoned Huo Blade to play the last song again, feeling a little puzzled.

"Wrist and shoulder control is correct, most people will be here in the first few times."

Huo Jian didn't explain, and thanked with a smile.

Bo Ju turned around and went to the piano room for a walk, and handed another book with cartoon patterns to his hands.

Huo Jian originally thought that he would learn "Little Thompson 2" next. After taking a look at the book, he found it was "Cerney 599".

"Remembering the gestures of the wrist and the key drop, the book is for you." Bo Ju said the official business: "I go back to class, where can you practice this book, I will come back to check at the same time tomorrow."

Turn around and walk away after speaking, as if the subtext is that you ask one more sentence and you are a fool.

Huo Jian saw his long hair spread like a waterfall, his white neck was like a swan, and suddenly thought of something else.

Everyone else has short hair, but he is the only one with long waist, which is probably the most outstanding one when dancing.

Huo Jian had never studied piano before, and finally got the chance to be taught by his teacher. He saw the book and saw the first half of the night.

"Cerney 599" is a good book. The title page says that the author is a student of Beethoven and a teacher of Liszt. He has seen these two names in music books.

Not only are the gestures and techniques marked in the book, but also the finger movements of some notes are clear.

It's also strange to say, some notes can be pointed with the index finger, but they must mobilize the most clumsy and stiff ring finger.

Huo blade bounced until three or four in the morning, and finally fell asleep holding the book in the corner.

When his teammates waked him up, he was a little anxious. When he knocked on the door, he was happy to jump up and jump: "Go away, today I will temporarily change the class, we go out to perform!"

"Today?" Huo Jian didn't wake up in the dark, and saw the time at half past six in the morning: "Let's go to the show?"

"No, Teacher Zhou took us to the kiwi music festival on the outskirts. Get up!"