This star’s style is wrong

After the team members got the demo of the song, they started practicing hard.

Fang Xing took the time to go back to school.

During this time, I would think of the crying violin girl from time to time.

This feeling is just like what is sung in that song: Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I can never forget your face again.

People are so strange. When their hearts are hit at a certain moment, they always want to take another look.

When I arrived at school, "The Wind Rises" was playing on the school radio.

This song really has a campus flavor and is especially suitable for music schools.

Especially the sentence: "I once transformed my youth into her, and I once had midsummer popping out of my fingertips."

In order to prevent being recognized, Fang Xing put on a mask before entering the school gate.

Walking into the teaching building, standing in front of the electronic screen on the first floor, I looked up at the scrolling class schedule on the electronic screen.

On this electronic screen, the curriculum of each classroom is scrolled.

Fang Xing looked at the electronic screen and found the course schedule for the second year of the Orchestra Department.

Today there is an instrumental ensemble class in the Orchestra Department, in classroom 303 on the third floor.

It was only on the third floor. Fang Xing didn't take the elevator and went straight up the stairs.

Classroom 303 is a large classroom.

Because the instrumental ensemble class is taught by several majors in the orchestral department, it does need to be in a large classroom.

When Fang Xing walked into classroom 303, it was not class time yet.

There were only seven or eight people in the classroom, scattered in twos and threes.

Some brought musical instruments, some did not.

The few students who did not bring instruments were immersed in self-study. They probably did not come to class, but just found a random classroom to study.

Fang Xing walked into the classroom and sat down in the corner of the last row.

No one paid attention to the whole process, as if someone came into the classroom and it had nothing to do with them.

As class time approached, students from the orchestral department entered the classroom one after another and found seats to sit down.

Fang Xing was not from the orchestra department, but no one would come to ask questions when he was sitting in the classroom.

Tunghai Conservatory of Music is the same as other universities. Non-students of the school can also come in and observe.

When there were still five minutes left before class started, two girls walked into the classroom carrying musical instrument cases while talking.

One of them was the girl whose violin was broken that day. I heard her name was said by classmates in the group, which was Lu Xiang'er.

The other girl I haven't seen before carries a larger instrument, probably a cello.

Fang Xing sat in the last row, tilting his head and staring at Lu Xiang'er in the first row. He felt that her profile had an inexplicable sense of intimacy, a bit like Ling'er's sister in the Sword and Sword game.

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The second-year students of the Orchestra Department arrived one after another, almost 80 of them.

Moreover, these 80 people are divided into more than a dozen majors.

Some majors even have only one person.

After the students arrived, Fang Xing did a rough count and found that the instruments were complete, including violin, viola, cello, double bass, harp, clarinet, oboe, flute, saxophone, etc., everything was there.

The largest number of violin majors are twenty students.

The smallest one is a large one, just a single seedling.

The more than 80 people in the Orchestral Department can almost form a symphony orchestra.

After the preparation bell rang for class, the teacher of the ensemble class walked into the classroom, turned on the computer, and played a video first.

It's a video from "Young China".

The ensemble class teacher announced: "This song may be played at various parties this year, so everyone should listen carefully and get familiar with the melody first when you go back."

"what!"

There was a cry in the classroom.

A student complained: "Why is it his song again? Last time we were asked to play "Nocturne", and this time we are doing it again."

The teacher had a gloating smile on his face, stretched out two fingers and said: "This time it is the intention of the hospital leaders. This year's party will definitely have this song. Those who can't play it will not have the chance to go on stage. Not many, in important situations Performing at the party is just two credits.”

"Two credits are not much!"

All the students wailed again.

A student pointed at the person on the projection screen and said, "I remember he is a student in our school, right? We have been tortured by him for a month. When will it end?"

The teacher shook his head and smiled: "So, why is it not your songs that torture others, but other people's songs that torture you?"

"Next time we meet this guy named Fang Xing, we'll put a sack on him and beat him up." A male classmate joked happily.

Fang Xing sat in the corner of the last row and touched his neck with his hand, feeling a chill on his back.

The teacher changed to a serious tone and said: "Okay, class is officially here. Today's ensemble class is about the first movement of Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1."

After the teacher finished speaking, he looked at the piano and asked, "Where's the piano player? Didn't you ask the monitor to communicate in advance and borrow a piano player?"

Dongyin's piano performance major is a separate department, not the orchestral department.

However, the two departments often take classes together.

For example, in today's instrumental ensemble class, the ensemble is Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1, so we need to find students majoring in piano performance to play the piano.

The class monitor raised his hand and said: "The piano major has an event today, so I can't come. I asked two senior students, but they were both free."

"Fine."

The teacher personally sat down in front of the piano and said: "Open the music score and start. If there is no music score, look at the projection screen."

This group of students began to play in unison, some fast, some slow, and some not in the right time.

Since there was no conductor, some students were in a daze when it was time for them to play in ensemble.

The teacher frowned and said, "Why is this so much messier than last time?"

This group of students were only sophomores, so they were pretty good at etudes for individual instruments. They rarely practiced piano concertos, so when there was no conductor, they didn’t even know whether they should enter.

The teacher stood up, picked up the baton, looked around and asked: "Who can play the piano? Let me play for a while. I'll see if I can find someone to help."

These sophomores have not yet mastered their musical instruments, let alone the piano.

Even if I know a little bit, I don’t want to embarrass myself by going up and delay practicing my instrument.

The teacher asked twice, but no one came up, so he had to walk back to the podium and pull out his cell phone to see if he could find an upperclassman to help.

When Fang Xing saw that no one was coming up, he hesitated for a while, then raised his hand and said, "How about I give it a try?"

The students in the classroom looked back and saw a boy sitting in the corner of the last row. He was wearing a mask and could not see his face clearly.

If they are classmates, they can be recognized even if they are wearing masks.

"Which class is this boy in?"

"I don't know. I didn't bring any musical instruments. We didn't tie them, right?"

When the teacher saw someone answering, he looked up and asked, "Which class are you in?"

"I'm a vocal major and can play piano." Fang Xing answered.

Skipping classes is very common in universities, and teachers will not exclude students who skip classes.

"Then come and try. Have you ever played Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1?" The teacher waved Fang Xing up.

"I've played it a few times." Fang Xing replied casually.

In fact, Fang Xing is quite familiar with Liszt's Piano Concerto No. 1.

Lang Lang and the WYN Philharmonic Orchestra have collaborated on this piano concerto, and the effect was very good. Fang Xing even listened to it live.

When Fang Xing sat down in front of the piano, the teacher came over, pointed to the sheet of music taped with transparent tape on the piano, and said, "Try playing this section first."

Fang Xing followed her request, placed his fingers on the black and white keys, and played the melodious piano sound.

Dang Dang Dang...

Those present are all students of Dongyin. They may not have practiced their instruments to the level of being able to play in a classroom, but they still have the ability to appreciate them.

The so-called expert will know whether there is something or not as soon as he takes action.

When Fang Xing reached the third bar, the orchestra students present all started talking among themselves.

"It plays a bit well."

"Is this just a little bit good? This is quite good. There are few in the piano department who are at this level."

"I really play the piano well. I have played the piano since I was a child. It took me more than ten or twenty years to reach this level."

"Didn't he just say he was from the vocal music department? How come the vocal music major is so good at playing piano?"