Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1081 341. The Four Steelers' Online Debut! The Protagonist Has No Schedule? [Part ]

Early Saturday morning, piano classroom No. 4 was still busy upstairs and downstairs.

Those who should go to class should go to class, those who should wait for their children should wait for their children, and those who should work should work.

However, anyone who comes to the second floor will stop and look at the stage.

Last night, Lao Tang, Mu Xin, Haitao and Zhang Miao were busy until 8:30 to set up the stage for today's concert.

Compared to the stage of the enrollment concert, today's stage looks more refined. The edges of the stage are decorated with small green plants, and it looks particularly fresh and elegant under the lights.

"Who turned on the light again?"

Li An wondered why he had just turned off the stage lights before teaching Xiao Liu.

"Me me me teacher!"

Wang Xiaohu ran over with a rag, "I just mopped the stage again, and now I'm going to wipe the piano."

"Model Piano Worker No. 4." Xiao Liu came out of classroom No. 4 with a bag of music, "Teacher, I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Lao Wang!"

Wang Xiaohu hurriedly asked Liu Fengrui: "You have to come in the evening."

Liu Fengrui shook his head regretfully: "I can't come. I can only watch the live broadcast."

"Okay," Wang Xiaohu sighed that there was no one to accompany him tonight, "bye."

Just now Wang Xiaohu asked Xiaobei and Marco who were about to finish their classes, but neither of them could come.

And Che Lin, why did you have to choose this weekend to go home at any other time?

After watching Xiao Liu leave, Wang Xiaohu turned around and said, "Teacher, you should let Che Lin come tonight."

Lee An: "She hasn't been home for two weeks."

Wang Xiaohu: "But tonight's live concert is also very important. This is the first time that Piano Classroom No. 4 is holding a formal student concert. How can it be possible without the participation of the veterans of Piano Classroom No. 4?"

Li An: "Isn't Muzi a veteran?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Muzi is too young. Me, Xiaobei, Ah Liu, Che Lin, Chi Yu, Huang Ruyi, and Senior Sister, we should be the veterans. If Chi Yu and Huang Ruyi don't want to learn, then there's nothing we can do. One of the remaining people should be selected to be on the show."

Li An nodded: "According to what you said, then you should go first. You are the general who opened the class, right? You are my first student."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaohu felt a little proud when the teacher said this, but he said, "Teacher, although I have made some progress recently, I can't compare with Che Lin."

Li An was puzzled: "Why do you compare with Che Lin?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Oh, teacher, that's not what I meant. I just think we should send the best player to show off the style of our piano classroom No. 4."

After a pause, he said, "Teacher, please don't glare at me. I'm not saying that the other selected students didn't play well. If there are parents who want to enroll their children in lessons, they can listen to the online concert of this nearby organization. Do you think Liu's playing is more convincing or Che Lin's is more convincing?"

Li An: “That makes sense.”

Wang Xiaohu chuckled: "Right, when uncles and aunts saw how well Che Lin played, they thought, wow, they must send their children here to learn piano. Doesn't that sound familiar?"

Li An hummed: "Advertisement."

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, I think Che Lin can be the spokesperson for Piano Classroom No. 4."

As he spoke, Brother Xiaohu showed a cunning smile on his face, "And you don't have to pay a penny for advertising. Think about it, isn't this a good deal?"

Li An: "Really? Are you done?"

Wang Xiaohu gave himself a thumbs up: "It's over."

Li An laughed and said, "Get lost."

Wang Xiaohu: "Huh?"

"What? Remember to turn off the lights when you're done."

After saying this, Ang Lee turned around and went downstairs. He doesn’t even have to pay a penny for the advertising?

Li Anxin laughed and thought that if Wang Xiaohu really became the conductor of an orchestra in the future, he would definitely be a "profiteer" and his calculations would be no worse than Lao Fang's.

But then again, coming back to this matter, it is indeed as Wang Xiaohu said, if there is only one child who can represent Piano Classroom No. 4, it can only be Xiaoche.

But Wang Xiaohu was wrong about one thing. What Che Lin was endorsing was not the teaching results of Sigang, but a spirit.

The spirit of piano classroom No. 4.

In the conference room on the first floor, the teachers who had finished their morning classes held a one-minute meeting.

After a not-at-all-intense discussion, Ang Lee decided with one vote that everyone would have Shaxian snacks for lunch today.

"Don't you have any opinions?"

Everyone: "No."

Lao Tang: “Not at all.”

Li An: “Who’s going to buy it?”

Haitao: "I'll go."

Lao Tang: "I'll go with you."

Li An gave a suggestion: "You two can ride Wang Xiaohu's electric bike."

Ten minutes later, Haitao and Lao Tang came back from buying food on Brother Xiaohu's electric bike.

While eating, everyone started discussing the evening's concert and whether or not a host was needed. The final conclusion of the discussion was - no.

Lao Tang: "When the performance starts, just put up subtitles in the live broadcast room, including the performer and the song. That's it."

Haitao: "What if someone asks about the course?"

Lao Tang: "Private message the assistant for offline store consultation, please stay tuned for online consultation."

Mu Xin: "After the parents finish their performance, should we add an encore before the end?"

Lao Tang looked at Haitao, Haitao looked at Li An, and Li An looked at Mu Xin.

Mu Xin: “I think it’s worth considering.”

Lee Ang: "It depends on the atmosphere."

Hai Tao: "If the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is good, add one more."

"Who's going to go up?" Lao Tang said and looked at Haitao again.

Haitao looked at Li An and said, "Find a child who stands out."

Li An looked at Mu Xin and said, "We should find an outstanding child."

Mu Xin: "Boss, don't look at me. I just look like a child."

Ha ha ha ha--

After the meal, the three male teachers took the leftover garbage out, and after throwing away the garbage, each of them lit a cigarette on the spot.

Li An took out his phone.

"Hey."

The car on the phone was making some grumbling sounds as if it was also eating, "Teacher."

Li An: "How was your practice this morning?"

Xiaoche: "Not bad. I practiced the sonata and nocturne. I plan to continue in the afternoon."

Li An: "Okay, let's continue in the afternoon."

After a meal, "What about the evening? How to arrange it?"

Talking about this little car, he was quite excited: "Auntie Sang and I are going out for a walk tonight!"

Li An thought that she couldn't call a car just yet, as the relationship between mother and daughter was at a critical "transition period".

Forget it, forget it. "Okay, let's have fun tonight."

When Xiaoche heard the teacher's tone, he asked, "Teacher, do you have something to talk to me about?"

Li An: "Nothing, just asking how your training went this morning and what you ate."

Xiaoche chuckled: "Sweet and sour pork, made of nails."

Li An smiled and said, "Eat, eat. Practice well in the afternoon and have fun in the evening."

After hanging up the phone with Xiaoche, Li An dusted off his cigarette ash and said, "She has something to do tonight, why don't you come over, Lao Tang?" Lao Tang: "Then you might as well go directly, either find a child or you come, it's no big deal for us to go, don't even think about it, most of the time they come for you at night."

Haitao: "Brother, just go ahead."

Lee Ang: "What are you playing?"

Lao Tang: "We can let the audience in the live broadcast room click, which can be regarded as the head of our No. 4 piano classroom personally showing his love to the fans, and also let the parents present here listen to it."

Li An: "Okay, then I have to go back and get my dress."

Lao Tang: "No, just wear this one."

Li An looked down and saw a plaid shirt and jeans. "Seriously, are you sure you're not a programmer?"

Lao Tang: "A programmer who can play a torrent of music in two and a half minutes is definitely more shocking than a man in a tuxedo playing a torrent of music in two minutes."

Haitao: “Contrast.”

Lao Tang: "Haitao's answer is correct."
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At 1:30 p.m., Hu Kai brought his son to piano classroom No. 4.

The father and son each wore a black suit, which looked like parent-child outfits.

Hu Kai had never dressed so formally even when he was having dinner with a senior leader, so he felt a little embarrassed when he saw Li Ang.

"Is this how you travel, Mr. Li?"

"Okay, you're the most handsome tonight."

"Hahaha."

Hu Kai didn't know what to wear either. After receiving a call from Ang Lee on Monday, he started thinking about what to wear. His wife picked the clothes for him.

"Are you nervous, Dabao? There will be a lot of people watching you play the piano tonight." Li An looked at his little apprentice.

Dabao shyly held his father's hand tightly.

Hu Kai: "Son, you must not be nervous. If you are nervous, I will be nervous too."

Hu Kai was not just kidding, he was serious. In order to ensure a great performance at tonight's concert, he turned down all the drinking parties last night.

Li An smiled and said, "Then you two can come together."

Hu Kai and his son followed Li An to the second-floor stage, "Let's have class here today and get used to the evening environment in advance."

Ang Lee played it for the father and son and said there was no problem. As long as they could play the song smoothly when the time came, it would be fine.

Then came Hu Kai's small lesson, "Sister Yun, take Dabao to the rest area to play for a while."

After Dabao was settled, Hu Kai's attention was all focused on the piano.

The piece that Ang Lee arranged for Hu Kai to play for the encore was a minuet. In fact, Hu Kai could play more difficult pieces, but Ang Lee felt that this one was safer, and Hu Kai also wanted to play this one.

Hu Kai played it from memory first. There was no problem with his technique or the arrangement of the score, except for his manners.

"Brother Hu, you need to open up a little bit and try to find a sense of performance. This time you feel like you are in class."

It is easier for adults to communicate. As soon as Li An said that, Hu Kai understood and said, "I'll try."

Hu Kai adjusted his sitting posture, straightened his chest slightly, and placed his arms on the piano again, becoming visibly softer.

"Very good, that's the feeling. Look a little further and see the painting on the wall. Look into the eyes of the boatman in the painting. You are playing for him and talking to him."

Following Li Ang's instructions, Hu Kai, sitting in front of the piano, found an indescribable feeling, as if he had really become a pianist, and his body seemed to have become lighter.

"Very good. After you get on stage and adjust your sitting position, don't rush to raise your hands to play. Just put your hands down and go through the process just now. Once you find your feeling at the moment, then lower your arms."

"Before you put your fingers down, look back at your hands. It feels like you're pushing the door open with your hands. OK, C major scale."

Hu Kai withdrew his gaze.

Lee An: “Breathe.”

Taking a breath, placing his fingers down, Hu Kai played the first note.

"stop."

Li An immediately called a halt, which also brought out Hu Kai's entire state, "Sorry, Mr. Li, I'm still a little nervous."

"Relax, relax," Li An gave direct affirmation, "Very good, Brother Hu, you felt so good just now."

Hu Kai laughed: "I did find some feeling, how should I put it——"

After thinking about it, Hu Kai didn't know how to express it, "It's like I'm sitting on the stage, and the audience is sitting below."

Ang Lee: "Your state just now was perfect, but the problem lies in your keystrokes. I'm talking about the feeling of pushing the door open with both hands. Now try to find the feeling of pushing the door open on the keyboard."

Hu Kai stood up, and put his palms on the piano board imagining the action of pushing the door. He exerted a little force and immediately understood where his problem was: "I understand, Teacher Li. This force needs to be sent out."

Li An: "That's right, you just tapped it lightly, so the sound that came out was completely fake."

Hu Kai: "I understand, I'll try again."

This time, Hu Kai played a solid note in the first performance. After playing the scale once, he received praise from Ang Lee: "Beautiful."

Hu Kai was not proud, but asked humbly: "Teacher Li, do you think the feeling I described is correct? I felt that after I finished the preparation, my whole body was floating, as if floating on water. When I pressed the keys, the water surface disappeared, and my fingers directly brought my whole body down in an instant."

After listening to Hu Kai's description, Li An had to give him a thumbs up and shook his head regretfully: "Brother Hu, you are really delayed."

It is no exaggeration to say that Hu Kai's perception of music exceeds that of 98% of people.

At this moment, a row of small blue words that Li An had long been accustomed to floated before his eyes.

But this time he was slightly stunned. [Hu Kai's teacher-student index increased to 45]

Ang Lee always thought that this thing was only limited to people under the age of 24.
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In a blink of an eye, it was already 6:50 in the afternoon, and there were less than 40 minutes left before the concert began.

The first and second floors were also more lively, with performers, their families, and audiences who arrived early.

For example, Wang Panpan and Lin Pengfei and his group.

"What a rare guest, Brother Fei! Welcome, welcome!"

"Biebie Ange, keep a low profile. I'm here on a mission, to gather some intelligence, hahahahaha——"

"Pan Pan, why are you fat? Is it because the art examination department hasn't started yet and you have nothing to do?"

"I'm not fat!"

"Shiqi, please go to the meeting room for a while and look for it on the left. I will leave you alone."

"Yes, brother, you are busy, we will find a place ourselves."

Ang Lee is indeed very busy. Just now, Old Li called and said that he had vomited a bunch of hair balls out of 80,000 yuan and asked what to do.

He could hardly process all the messages on his phone, and he had to run up and down the stairs.

Li An was busy, and Lao Tang, who was debugging the equipment upstairs, was even busier. Lao Tang was not busy with the equipment, but with the group of people in the chat room.

Fifteen minutes into the broadcast, sixty-three people were already online, which really surprised Lao Tang because there was still some time before the concert started.

But who are these?
How come everyone who speaks seems to be one of us!

The nicknames are varied and the questions are strange.

suddenly.

【 Tchaikovsky: Hurry up! 】

Followed by.

【Eat my fart: Haha, I finally waited for you. 】

【 Tchaikovsky: Damn it! 】

Finally, two familiar IDs appeared.

Mu Xin: "Who is Wu Fusheng and?"

Lao Tang thought about how to introduce it for a moment, and then said: "A god."

at this time.

[Homework, I want to break up with you: Teacher Tang, here is the program list! ]

[Sunny Pillar: +1]

Mu Xin: "Who are these two?"