The world's number one pianist

The next day. Reading

He Shen relied on his biological clock and woke up from bed at about six o'clock.

The weak sunlight flowed in from the iron cracks in the basement, bringing a little light to the small basement, but the light was too weak, not even enough for reading.

He Shen rubbed his eyes, reached out to grope for the light beside him, turned it on, and sat on the piano naturally, yawning while practicing basic skills.

Scales, arpeggios, octaves, finger independence exercises, cadences...

From the most basic finger exercises to the later exercises with a hint of harmony, He Shen ran through them all unconsciously.

And when he finished all the basic exercises, He Shen slowly woke up from this unconscious state, stood up and stretched.

This skill was a skill he had learned inexplicably a long time ago. It was mainly because practicing basic skills for an hour every morning was too boring, and he didn't need to use his brain much, so he habitually practiced with his mind empty.

Then, as he practiced, he could doze off while practicing basic skills.

When He Shen finished practicing all the basic skills, his fingers were already warm enough to start some musical exercises.

He Shen found the four ballades of Chopin from the messy music scores on the side, practiced them all, and nodded with satisfaction.

After he came back from Zhao Zitong's house yesterday, he had been practicing these four ballades of Chopin. It was very obvious that after a whole day of subtle adjustments, his four ballades were obviously at a higher level.

It was twice as good as what he played for Zhao Zitong yesterday!

"How about re-recording it for Zhao Zitong today and letting her practice with my new version?"

He Shen thought while brushing his teeth, but soon, he threw this idea aside. This version is the version he understands, and there are many, many unique understandings of him, which is not the case with the previous version.

The previous version mostly contained some generally accepted thinking, so it was more textbook-like overall, without much characteristics, but there would be no mistakes.

Compared with my own personal version, the public version is more suitable for Zhao Zitong to practice.

After He Shen spit out the foam in his mouth, he took a glass of water and gulped it a few times, held it in his throat for a while, and then spit it out. He wiped his face with a towel beside him, and then went out directly in short-sleeved shorts.

Yesterday, that was a job-seeking job, so naturally I had to dress more formally. Today is a normal work, so naturally there is no need to dress so formally.

He Shen walked to the small shop at the door of his home. Before he entered the door, the owner who was packing the goods in the small shop had already seen him, his eyes lit up, and he smiled happily.

"Hey, Xiao He is here. Is it the same today? 10 old flavors?"

"Yes, 10 again, but I want to change the flavor today. Do you have a new style, green pepper mustard flavor lollipop, the new one, I want to try it."

"Tsk tsk, found a new job again?" The boss smiled, fiddled with it for a few times, and found a lollipop that was almost the same color as He Qingpingguo, and handed the last five to He Shen.

"There are only these five left. I didn't buy many, and not many people bought them. If you want, these five are all for you. After all, you have been buying lollipops from me for so long, and you are a regular customer."

"Thank you." He Shen smiled gently, but did not accept the boss's kindness. After paying for the five new flavor lollipops, he bought 5 old flavor lollipops, stuffed them in his pocket, and walked towards Zhao Zitong's community.

Not long after, he arrived at the door of Zhao Zitong's house and looked at the time. It was eight fifty-five.

He Shen tidied himself up a bit, stood at the door and waited for a while, about one minute after nine o'clock, and knocked on the door three times.

Dong Dong Dong...

"I'm coming! Wait a minute~"

A crisp voice came from the room, accompanied by a series of footsteps, the door was opened a little, and Zhao Zitong, wearing pajamas, poked her head out of the door.

"Who is it? It's my express delivery..."

The corners of her mouth, which were originally slightly raised, slowly drooped and pouted when she saw He Shen.

She stood up, opened the door, and spoke to He Shen indifferently.

"Oh, it's you, come in, the shoe covers are on the side, change them yourself."

After that, she returned to her room with her slippers drooping, and closed the door with a click.

He Shen didn't care. After changing the shoe covers, he waited for a while at the door of her room, and then knocked on the door.

Dongdongdong...

"Come in."

Zhao Zitong's voice came from the room. He Shen pushed open the door. Zhao Zitong had changed out of her pajamas and put on a very simple pure white dress. She leaned on the back of the chair and didn't show any emotion when He Shen came into her room.

"You can sit anywhere you want. You will leave after you finish your work today."

"Where is your mother?" He Shen pretended not to hear the last half of the sentence and asked.

Zhao Zitong rocked the chair back and forth and said, "She went out to work. She asked you to wait for her. When she comes back tonight, she has something to talk to you about."

"Okay." He Shen nodded, and without looking for a place to sit down, he took out a new green pepper mustard lollipop from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and said directly: "Then let's start the class today."

"Wait, wait, who told you that you are my piano teacher? What right do you have to teach me?"

Zhao Zitong suddenly stretched out her hand to stop He Shen's words, and then raised her head slightly, her snow-white curves sparkling in the sun.

"Your Chopin's First Ballade is not good, with a lot of mistakes. I don't agree with you being my piano teacher! Absolutely not!"

"Well, okay."

"Humph, I knew you were still ruthless, you..." Zhao Zitong was stunned halfway through, blinked, looked at He Shen uncertainly, and asked tentatively: "What did you just say? Okay? What's okay? You won't be my piano teacher?"

"Of course!" He Shen nodded without any hesitation: "I won't be your piano teacher."

"Huh? Um, um..." Zhao Zitong felt that she had no place to vent her anger. She originally thought that this teacher who came out of nowhere would shamelessly ask to be her piano teacher for money, but he directly said that he would not be her piano teacher. For a moment, she couldn't help but feel angry and snorted.

"Hmph! Why don't you want to be my piano teacher? Don't you have any aspirations at all?"

"No aspirations, I'm just your piano accompaniment, I don't want to be your piano teacher."

"You!!"

Zhao Zitong looked at He Shen who was playing badly, and couldn't find any reason to rebuke him for a while. She couldn't help but snorted again and turned her head to the side.

What's the use of such a person playing the piano well? With such a bad personality, he is destined to never find a partner in the future!

Hmph!