"Knock on what door! Come in directly!" The rich male voice was sonorous and powerful.
Meng Fei raised his eyebrows.
[Rule 3: Students are free in the comprehensive building. This is the place where students’ instincts are released. Teachers who grade etiquette graduation exams will not appear here. 】
It seems that not only students release their instincts, but teachers also release their instincts.
Also, the etiquette graduation exam grading teacher?
What the hell is this?
Could it be said that the content of the graduation examination is the ratings of each teacher?
Meng Fei pushed open the door and entered the music classroom with two little tail cards.
It's really interesting. There is no bell during class, only after class.
In order to ensure time, you must keep looking at your phone.
I saw various musical instruments placed in the huge music auditorium. Some students from Class 1, Grade 3 had already picked up the instruments and started playing and singing.
Standing on the stage was a tall man wearing a tuxedo and holding a violin in his hand. Because he was too tall, the violin looked like a toy rather than an instrument.
Meng Fei: He is not suitable to be a music teacher. He is suitable to play Wu Song Fighting Tiger.
[Playing Wu Song? 】
Meng Fei told cold jokes seriously.
No, he plays Tiger, because he looks like he can dazzle anyone in one go.
The man standing on the stage glanced at Meng Fei and the others, and said angrily: "Go and pick your own musical instrument!"
Meng Fei: "Good teacher."
The music teacher didn't care at all. He carried out the word "rude" to the end. He took the violin and started playing.
Exciting music played in the music classroom.
The other students were obviously a little nervous, especially a few students with name tags on their bodies, who were quietly moving away from the music teacher.
Shen Su sat in front of the piano, her fingers flying like wildly dancing butterfly phantoms, stirring on the keys, playing desperate and intense music.
This is a piano piece that Meng Fei is not familiar with.
Not far away from Shen Su, a girl with a doll's head did not play any musical instrument. The doll's head stood less than two meters behind Shen Su, with her hands behind her back and looking at Shen Su intently.
Meng Fei couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times, because there was also a black feather decoration hanging on the ear of the doll's head.
Black feathers? What does it mean?
Meng Fei stood in front of a wide variety of musical instrument stands and picked up the suona.
The sound of the suona brings a thousand taels of gold! Either ascend to heaven or worship in the church.
It’s not interesting, I just like Suona.
When he first started learning suona, he never had a good night's sleep in Qingshan Mental Hospital unless he could sleep like he was dead.
Meng Fei took the suona and tried the sound. It was pretty good.
He had learned from hundreds of birds to the phoenix before, but he only learned half a dozen things.
Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona is the king, which is no joke.
The moment the high-pitched and loud sound of the suona sounded, the dozens of musical instruments in the music classroom were eclipsed. Only the sound of the suona was like a sharp sword and a flash of thunder!
Penetrating the entire world, the entire time and space.
Even the viewers watching the live broadcast were stunned for a moment!
"Damn it, it has to be my cute god!"
"Is there anything wrong with choosing Suona? It's just arrogance!"
"Is this the sound of a suona? This is the sound of a war song!"
"This tune, if I heard it right, is like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix."
"Wow, wow, you are indeed my cute god!"
The sound of suona leaps out from the shouts and whispers of many musical instruments!
A suona can compete with the entire class of musical instruments!
In the music classroom, other people's performances gradually stopped. They looked at Meng Fei with different expressions.
But before the sound of the piano stopped, Shen Su's whole body was almost pressed against the piano. Her ten fingers were tapping the keys, and she could only see this piano!
The sound of the piano is like fire, like a war song, like dead wood burning in despair, and like the last neigh of a drowning person!
The music teacher's violin did not stop either. The music sounded bold and passionate, and the strings almost sparked.
At one time, three instruments and three voices were mixed together.
This is not a simple performance, this is a musical feast that can sweep everyone's soul!
The suona sounded with ease, and so did Meng Fei. He played a song without blushing or out of breath, and when he put down the instrument, he didn't even blush at all.
Shen Su's performance is not over yet, but it has also entered the final stage. The emotion she conveys is no longer despair, but the kind of calm that gives up struggle and resistance.
The music teacher dropped the violin, jumped down from the stage, and walked quickly in front of Meng Fei. He was at least 1.9 meters tall and had a strong back and a strong waist.
Meng Fei: Tiger, it’s a tiger!
The music teacher's eyes were full of interest. He turned around and looked at Meng Fei, stretched out his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, patted Meng Fei's shoulder suddenly, and said:
"You're a good little guy! Is this instrument from your country?"
If Meng Fei wasn't an ordinary person, the music teacher's two slaps would probably break his bones.
Meng Fei stopped, nodded and said, "Yes, this is the suona. My performance is not up to the mark, and the emotion is not deep enough."
"Not profound enough?" The music teacher raised his eyebrows.
Meng Fei played with the suona and said, "It's just a show off."
The music teacher was silent for a moment and said: "Now that you have the skills, just fill it with emotion."
"Although you think what you did is not good enough, in my opinion, it is already considered excellent."
"So, do you want to consider teaching me? I haven't had time to study this new instrument yet."
Meng Fei was happy and said with a smile: "Which one of us is the teacher?"
This is a completely ironic rhetorical question.
The music teacher didn't care at all. He stretched out his hand and touched the suona in Meng Fei's hand, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
"In front of me, those who possess art are teachers."
For music teachers, whoever owns art is his teacher.
This awareness is still very strong.
Meng Fei tilted his head and asked straight to the point: "Then in my graduation exam, will you give me an excellent rating?"
This is completely a test, a test of the content of the graduation exam.
The music teacher raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "Then let's see what you can teach me."
Meng Fei smiled and asked: "So, teacher, how is your lung capacity?"
The music teacher was tricked by Meng Fei into sucking a pipe.
Meng Fei asked him to stand ten meters high and use a thin pipe as thick as a straw to suck the water in the basin. If he sucked it up, he would be admitted.
It's impossible for normal people to do it, but if the other party is weird, it's very possible.
Lanny asked in disbelief: "Does that instrument just need to be played to this level to be able to be played?!"
Meng Fei said calmly: "Almost, almost."
Suona has very high requirements on lung capacity.
But this is a bit exaggerated.
Anyway, one meter and ten meters are about the same.
