world number one pianist

Chapter 110 Next, I'll Play, You Listen!

The door of the concert hall opened, and a group of teachers filed in. The atmosphere was instantly suppressed, and none of the teachers had particularly good-looking faces.

When they first entered the concert hall, before they could react, they heard such a loud voice, which was an incomparable headache.

He Shen frowned even more. He didn't have the slightest affection for these people who kept making noise in the concert hall.

How can someone who doesn't even have the minimum respect for music learn music well?

A nice big concert hall, as noisy as a vegetable market...

Fortunately, this group of people immediately shut up when they saw the teacher coming.

In the future, people who may be their main subject teachers, no matter what they say, they cannot be offended.

All the teachers looked at each other and sighed together.

Forget it, let's just leave it at that, don't bother with these freshmen, it will be much better when they grow up a bit, right?

Zhou San pursed his lips, led all the teachers onto the stage, and spoke to the students who still had a little voice below.

"Quiet!"

As Wednesday's voice came out, everyone in the audience immediately closed their mouths and looked cautiously at Wednesday in the center of the stage.

At this time, no matter how naive a student is, he dare not make any noise at this time.

After all, the law does not blame the public, so if you make complaints about yourself alone, wouldn't you be caught as a model?
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Zhou San nodded and continued.

"I know that you all think that you are the so-called proud sons of heaven, you think you are very powerful, you are very good, your grades are very good, and you were admitted to our school, right?"

The people below didn't dare to say anything, even if they had this thought in their hearts, they just sat there obediently, waiting for the next words.

Sure enough, things went wrong immediately after Wednesday.

"Do you really think that you are all geniuses? Great? Let me tell you, they are all bullshit!"

"Yes, I know that only the top [-] people in the state have the opportunity to enter our school. If you want to pass the school examination and enter our school, you have to beat thousands of people."

"Do you really think that if you have defeated thousands of people, you are amazing?"

"dream!"

"There are nearly [-] music college students in the country every year, but how many people in the country, and even in the world, can make money with music?"

"No more than one hand!"

Zhou San stretched out a hand and looked at the agitated students below with an indifferent expression.

"Do you think that you are the sons of heaven's favored sons, and you can earn money by yourself? You can become a very powerful piano teacher after you graduate from our Normal University?"

"Yes, I know what you are thinking, what, hey, I run remedial classes, I give private lessons, and I can earn a few hundred dollars per class, right?"

"Hehe...you are still dreaming!"

"Have you considered the time you spent on music? Did you spend the money? Just to put it this way, do you really think that the money you make in the future will be able to pay back?"

"I tell you, this is all a dream!"

Everyone in the audience fell silent suddenly, and didn't know what to say for a while. Many of them thought so.

When I can't do it anymore, I will become a piano teacher, earn a few hundred dollars an hour, take classes all day long, and earn a few w per month.

But now, the teacher actually told them clearly that their thinking was wrong?
Zhou San looked at the expressions of everyone in the audience, and he also guessed what those people were thinking, so he sneered and didn't explain much.

How can it be so easy to make money as a piano teacher?
Taking advantage of this anger on Wednesday, he continued.

"Now, let me tell you directly that if we study music, we can't make money to a large extent, and we can't become real pianists. So what is your choice? Do you not study? Or change careers? Find a good job? "

"If you think so, then I advise you to leave early, the door is there, you can drop out of school directly, and I will approve it immediately!"

No one left, and no one dared to leave.

Then Wednesday nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right, at least I haven't seen one person who can't even stick to learning music. This shows that you all have the idea of ​​learning music at least, which is very good!"

"But……"

"What were you doing just now? Are you making noise? Playing? Fighting? What is it that gave you a feeling that you can succeed without even being in awe of music?"

"What gave you the idea that you didn't have any respect for the test room while you were waiting for the test assignment?"

"If you change this place into an ordinary classroom, will you still be like this?"

"Do you guys have any reverence for music? You guys, think you've really played music?"

……

Everyone in the audience bowed their heads and did not dare to speak. The counselor standing on the side was also a little helpless. He tried to organize the order before, but obviously, it was of no use.

Now seeing this group of lawless little brats who had just been liberated being disciplined, he was inexplicably happy.

It's a pity that the joy disappeared in the next second.

He saw Wednesday standing in the center of the stage, looking down at him with cold eyes.

The scene was extremely quiet for a while, and no one dared to speak.

Although they didn't understand why Wednesday said that they had no sense of awe, they understood one thing, that is, Wednesday said that they had never played music.

It's okay to say that they can't play the piano well. After all, there are so many teachers on the stage, and all of them are top-notch masters.

But it would be a little insulting to say they haven't even played music.

It's like asking someone in the mathematics department, do you really know numbers?
Ask a computer department, do you really know computers?
Ask a literature department, do you really know how to read?

Yes, there will be some people with particularly high qualifications who say that they don't know much about numbers, computers, or words.

But these young people don't have such humble thoughts at all, they just want to follow the teacher.

Who wouldn't understand music?Isn't it an art composed of sound through sound vibration?
Is there anything wrong with this?

Whoever hasn't played music works or what, anyone who takes an art test can tell the whole story about music.

How could you never play music?
Zhou San looked at the unconvinced expressions of the group of people off the stage, and the corners of his mouth curled down slightly.

Sure enough, as he expected, this group of people was really unconvinced and felt that they were very good. Although there was no money for learning music, they themselves had a future.

That being the case...

Zhou San looked at He Shen who was standing in a daze, walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and whispered to him.

"He Shen, go show your hand and tell this group of people that they don't even understand music at all."

"Other teachers, get ready too, go up one by one, show your strength, and suppress these little furry kids!"

"If you don't suppress these brats, what's the point of continuing teaching?"

He Shen glanced at Wednesday, didn't say much, but walked directly to the piano, and spoke to everyone in the audience.

"Next, I'll play, you guys listen!"

"Chopin, Nocturne in E major, Op9, No2!"

(End of this chapter)