don't call me singer

Chapter 593 I'm Born To Be Useful

Seeing that figure, everyone was stunned.

Not Gu Xiaobai.

Big hands, big feet, mediocre appearance.

"Classmate Xiao Ming?"

Isn't this what they laughed at in the car just now, looking for superiority Wang Mingsuo?
Isn't it, Wang Ming played it just now?

Is it really that unlucky classmate Xiao Ming?
This kind of contrast is too great, so big that it is unacceptable for a while.

Can't he even play the piano?

Didn't he have a strange disease and had to change his major to knock triangles?
But when everyone saw his thick and slightly deformed hands resting on the keys, which were almost twice the size of ordinary people, they suddenly realized again.

Yes……

These hands may not be able to play the piano, but for another instrument, it may be the biggest advantage.

Perhaps, when God closes a door for you, it will also open a window for you.

Wang Mingsuo didn't see the person behind him. He sat there for a while, then jumped up and hugged Zhao Xingsheng: "Teacher, teacher, I'm done playing! I'm done! I'm done! "

"Not bad, really good!" Zhao Xingsheng gave Wang Mingsuo a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Well...it's really good." On the other side of the phone, Gu Xiaobai also gave a very high evaluation, "This is the best I've heard these days, and I can go on stage after practicing!"

"That's right..." Zhao Xingsheng grinned, also with a smile on his face.

He was also very happy to be affirmed by Gu Xiaobai.

But the other people who were listening to his words were not happy at all.

What?This has already been hand-picked by Gu Xiaobai?
"Then I'll take this kid back to sleep for a while, and then let him practice more and try to play better." As he spoke, Zhao Xingsheng patted Wang Mingsuo's shoulder and said, "You know, Xiao Ming , practice more, after all, it's the Spring Festival Gala, you can't make mistakes..."

"Understood, thank you Teacher Zhao, thank you Teacher Xiaobai..." Wang Ming was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything, he just wanted to cry.

All hardships will eventually come to an end.

This may be the happiest and luckiest thing.

After experiencing a lot, you know that most of the suffering in this world will not be rewarded. Many people are struggling in the suffering, and then sink, and can no longer raise their heads.

Wang Mingsuo was very lucky, he struggled, and he struggled rightly.

More people seem to be trapped in the mud, struggling continuously, and then sinking faster.

"Senior Xiao Ming, do you know how to percussion? Why don't you learn it when you have time, and then try the Qin of Thousand Drums." Gu Xiaobai said.

The harp of a hundred bells is only half of the harp of bells and drums, and the other half is the harp of a thousand drums.

The combination of the two is the qin of the bell and drum, and the "bell and drummer".

Playing only the carillon, is nothing more than a "bell hand".

In terms of playing skills, the qin of a thousand drums is actually more difficult than the qin of a hundred bells.

Not to mention, playing both instruments at the same time.

"Okay, okay..." Wang Mingsuo didn't know what to say, so he kept nodding.

"Ah... I'm almost sleepy..." At this time, Zhao Xingsheng yawned, "I'm old, I can't compare with you young people... I've lost all night... Let's go, go back to sleep !"

"Teacher, go back first, I want to practice for a while..." Wang Ming didn't want to leave, he was excited all over.

After a long period of darkness in life, dawn suddenly appeared. He didn't want to let go, he wanted to hold on firmly.

"Let's go, you were out in the cold until midnight last night, and you didn't sleep all night, and you're going to fall ill if you go any further." Zhao Xingsheng pulled Wang Mingsuo, turned around and left.

At this time, they saw the group of people at the door.

"Teacher..." Seeing his teacher standing in the crowd, Wang Ming was a little embarrassed, as if he had been caught doing something bad.

After all, he went to ask the teacher yesterday, but was rejected by the teacher.

Then he came running by himself.

In fact, his teacher was even more embarrassed than him.

"Hehe...Xiao Ming, you play really well, really well!"

The teacher said, and started clapping.

The embarrassing atmosphere was escaping crazily, and Longwei, like a giant dragon, made everyone unable to even raise their heads.

The teacher applauded a few times, but when he found that no one else was applauding, he stopped slowly.

Before everyone could react from the shock, Xiao Ming, who had been treated as a joke and pitied in the car just now, suddenly appeared in front of them with this gesture.

Everyone looked at Wang Mingsuo's expression, not to mention how exciting it was.

Among the crowd, Wang Ming saw his roommate in his dormitory, and greeted him with a smile, in exchange for a grin that wasn't smiling.

Wang Mingsuo is still in a state of excitement, completely confused about the state, he looks at everyone with some doubts.

Everyone bowed their heads and did not look at him.

"Let's go, let's go back and rest, so we won't delay your piano practice." Zhao Xingsheng nodded to the dozen or so people, and dragged Wang Mingsuo away.

Wang Mingsuo turned his head around, waved his hands, and wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Zhao Xingsheng.

Everyone watched as the two got into the car, drove out the door, and looked at each other.

The atmosphere was still a little awkward.

After a while, someone finally broke the silence:

"Teacher, are we still practicing?"

"You don't need to practice..."

There is already Wang Mingsuo, why do we still suffer from this?
Everyone was a little discouraged.

"I want to practice!" Another student said suddenly.

"Yes, I want to try too!"

"I don't want to give up like this, at least practice for a few more days."

The attitudes of the students are divided into two extremes.

When they have not seen successful examples, they naturally feel that no one can do it.

But now, seeing that people who were inferior to them before can do it, they feel that they can do it too.

When Zhao Xingsheng led Wang Mingsuo out of the factory building, he heard another faint bell ringing from behind.

Wang Mingsuo listened to the bell at the back, and suddenly became nervous again: "Teacher... Do I really want to help play the carillon on the Spring Festival Gala? I don't know if I can do it..."

"What are you afraid of? Relax." Zhao Xingsheng said.

"Teacher, aren't you nervous?" Wang Mingsuo clenched his fists, and now he recalled from the previous excitement and thought of the great challenge he was facing.

"I was quite nervous at first, but... Xiaobai, he hasn't even written the lyrics yet... If he is nervous, he is nervous. He is not nervous. Why should I be nervous?"

"What? You haven't even written the lyrics yet? Isn't it going to be submitted for review a long time in advance?"

"He didn't like the version of the lyrics that was submitted for review, he thought it was too vulgar." Zhao Xingsheng shrugged helplessly.

vulgar?Isn't that normal?That's the Spring Festival Gala. Are there any good programs in the Spring Festival Gala?
Wang Mingsuo was speechless for a while, then asked Zhao Xingsheng: "Teacher, Teacher Xiaobai, what kind of person is he?"

(End of this chapter)