The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 623

Playing the piano is a kind of muscle memory in the final analysis.

No matter how high the level is, as long as you give up the practice, then the level will drop.

However, this rule does not apply to Zhou Yang.

The skills issued by the system are permanently effective and are deeply imprinted in Zhou Yang's mind and muscles.

Whenever he starts to play, he will always be at the top of the world.

"Dangdangdang!"

A symphony of destiny sounded in the barbershop.

The classmates and hair stylist who were getting a haircut could not help but straightened their waists.

Fate is knocking on the door!

Yun Siyu's eyes burst into expression.

It turns out that Teacher Zhou Yang can also play the piano.

This famous song by Beethoven flows from Zhou Yang.

The fingers jumping on the black and white keys are like elves.

That piano is pretty good, with excellent intonation and good resonance.

Everyone feels that their heart is about to jump out of their chest.

Zhou Yang's playing speed is extremely fast, about twice as fast as his normal playing speed.

Soon, the symphony of destiny ended.

Then, "The Voice of Spring", the essence of four or three beats, came out.

The atmosphere within the artistic impression suddenly changed, and a feeling of soothing and pleasant flowing in everyone's heart.

Not only the barber, but some of the guests who were cutting their hair also smiled, moisturizing their hearts with the music of Spring Voice.

"It's the third one." After Zhou Yang finished playing the Voice of Spring, he said hello to the store manager, ""William Tell Overture"!"

After the majestic "William Tell Overture" was over, the barber shop burst into applause, and even the shop next door came to watch the excitement.

"This student of mine can be exempted, right?" Zhou Yang pointed to Yun Siyu.

"Yes!" The store manager nodded vigorously.

It must be possible for so many people to watch.

Although this teacher is very good at playing the piano, there are more than 20 of them. Unless he is a professional pianist, it is not easy for more than 60 songs to be played smoothly.

"Play another tune!" There was a roar at the door, and many even walked into the barber shop, staring at Zhou Yang with great interest, ready to enjoy the music.

"Good playing." Four or five teenagers squeezed into the hairdressing shop, followed by two young women, wearing the same style of down jackets, with the words "XX piano training" written on them.

They come from a piano class at a nearby art school.

Zhou Yang's piano sound was so beautiful, it attracted the teachers and children who were in class.

"Uncle, you can play another one!" a kid said.

"No problem!" Zhou Yang agreed with a smile, and began to play the fourth piece.

""Dream of Love" belongs to Liszt." a female student of Zhou Yang called.

She once learned piano, but dropped it after going to high school.

Then came Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Although it was a bit outdated at the beginning of noon, no one could deny Zhou Yang's performance.

It's so beautiful.

Zhou Yang closed his eyes the whole time.

Those scores are like being branded in the mind and muscles, and can be played without any warm-up.

After playing the three songs again, Wen Lanya successfully received the free treatment.

Wang Zihui's face turned blue.

This is Zhou Yang hitting him in the face.

One hit, the fight was fierce.

"Next, let me see who is free!" Zhou Yang looked around the students.

Lu Shanhe and Chen Hudong patted their **** with a grin. breast.

Us, teacher!

Our brothers are your iron fans, it would be too much to not give us!

Zhou Yang nodded. Just as he was about to make an announcement, the store manager suddenly said, "Sir...you stop!"

"Why? Don't you want to play?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.

"No..." The store manager waved his hand again and again, "Let's prepare a bit. I want to record a video for you and upload it to the Internet. It can be regarded as an advertisement for our store!"

"If you can play more than 20 songs in a row, sir, I can call the shots. Today all your students are free." The shop manager's eyes are bright.

She had talked to the boss just now, and the boss agreed completely, and she was on her way.

To be honest, the profit of a hairdresser is beyond ordinary people's imagination.

For a store with a slightly better location, one month’s profit is enough for the boss to open another branch.

The manager of Art Impression was so keen that he grasped the possibility brought by Zhou Yang.

"If I play 20 consecutive songs, will you give me free?" Zhou Yang smiled, "At my level, I am afraid that you have to give me money!"

Uh?

The manager was dumbfounded.

"Uncle, can you play the song "Fountain"?" A little piano student plucked up the courage and walked over and asked.

"Yes!" Zhou Yang said, "That is the exam repertoire for level six."

"I'm old and can't play well. Can you play it once and I will listen to it? Because you play other songs well, and "Fountain" must be very good."

Zhou Yang touched the child's head and said, "The song you are talking about, I know, mainly lies in the rhythm and jumping of the left hand. Come on, I'll play it again and you will listen."

The six-level compulsory song "Fountain" rang in the barber shop.

Not only the young students are staring at Zhou Yang, but the two beautiful teachers are also staring at Zhou Yang.

The difficulty of the song is one thing, but Zhou Yang's state surprised them.

"Too relaxed!" a female teacher pursed her mouth.

Zhou Yang was no one beside him, as if he was giving his own piano solo concert.

At the end of the tune, Zhou Yang asked with a smile: "How is it? Do you understand it?"

The young student nodded vigorously and exited with his mobile phone. Zhou Yang's performance had been recorded by him.

"Teacher, there are several places in the "Revolutionary Etude" of the tenth grade. Can you teach me?" A female student also squeezed past.

Two female teachers walked over together, and they wanted to study.

For a time, the barber shop was full.

Zhou Yang simply let himself go, one after another, from classical to popular, and he could fly.

Finally, with a rough calculation, Zhou Yang actually played more than forty songs almost continuously.

At the end of the checkout, the store manager frowned and said, "Sir, there are 24 people on your side. In addition to the waivers, there is one person!"

Zhou Yang pointed to Wang Zihui and said, "He is responsible for his own expenses!"

Wang Zihui was stunned.

"Ms. Zhou, didn't you just say a treat?" Wang Zihui said angrily.

Zhou Yang nodded and said, "It's a treat, but you have been arguing about me. I will ask you again. When you look back, you should say that I'm stupid, so I'd better think about it!"

After speaking, Zhou Yang took the lead out of the barber shop.

"Classmate, your fee is three hundred and five." The store manager reached out to Wang Zihui.

"Isn't it two hundred? Why did the price increase again?" Wang Zihui asked loudly.

The shop manager pointed to the barber who served him and said: "It is our director who cuts your hair, at this price."

Wang Zihui was so angry that he hit the counter with a fist.