pianist from the sea

Chapter 27 What the hell?The boss is actually my classmate?

Just as Jiang Ruijia thought, Haicheng Conservatory of Music, one of the most powerful conservatories in Huaguo, most of the students in the piano department are discussing about the Chopin International Piano Competition.

The first class this morning is jazz music performance.

The performance of jazz is different from classical music, and the overall style is more improvisational, so this class is a practical class, with a group of seven or eight people.

Wrapped in her huge sportswear, Jiang Ruijia opened the door and found that five or six students in the room had already arrived in the classroom ahead of time. Without any hesitation, she sat directly in the back corner of the classroom, carefully watching the speeches of the people around her.

No way, social fear is used to it.

"Did you listen to the Xiao Sai qualifiers?"

"I have listened, but I haven't listened to much, why? Are there better ones?"

"Dongpu and South Korea are still strong. I have heard a lot of players from Dongpu and South Korea. Their strength is really invincible."

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? We are not weak, are we?"

"Our people are not weak? I can only say that the first two rounds are not weak. How many people can make it to the third round and the final round? Can't you count?"

Not many, according to my estimation, maybe two or three?

Jiang Ruijia tilted her head to agree with the Tao in her heart, and then heaved a long sigh.

Sure enough, no matter how you count, only two or three people can enter the third round. It feels like the fourth round may be wiped out again this year.

Obviously there are contestants from Huaguo, Li Diyun is going to be the judge, and there are obviously members of the judges group, how could it be like this?

Others are also discussing.

"I feel that Kong Qi is good. The music he plays is just like his name. It is as soft as the air, invisible but tangible, and it is everywhere."

"Well, Kong Qi is not as good as Xu Zi, Xu Zi is much better than Kong Qi."

"Well, are there any other contestants? From Huaguo? Can people have a little impression?"

"Wang Chao?"

"Well, the one from Germany? I seem to have a little impression. I met him when I went to communicate with him before. He seems to belong to Hans Eisler in Berlin?"

"I'm from UdK now, from Berlin University of the Arts."

"Oh yes, I forgot, who else is more noteworthy?"

"Other things that are worth noting, I feel that they are almost gone. I will count Zhang Cheng when I have played enough, but I don't know where he was before, but I just seem to have a little impression."

"Wow, you all listen to a lot. I don't listen to domestic players very much. I only listen to foreign players."

"It's normal not to listen to the domestic ones. There are not many domestic players who are particularly good this year."

"really……"

Everyone discussed casually, and there was no intention of insulting China in it.

After all, everyone knows that among the three countries in East Asia, the country with the worst classical music is the country of Hua, and the strength of Japan and South Korea is several times stronger than that of Hua.

Not to mention those traditional European countries that play classical music themselves.

If it weren't for Li Diyun, Wang Jia, Lang Liangyue and others to prop up this market, there might not be anyone in Huaguo who can talk about it.

Jiang Ruijia sat behind and listened, hesitating to speak.

On the one hand, she did agree with what those people said, that is, Huaguo's players this year are not strong, or very weak.

It belongs to the bottom of the three East Asian countries.

But on the other hand, she wants to tell them that Hua Guo is not completely without opportunities. For example, someone who has a particularly strong foundation and is very capable of playing tender phrases, but he does not have the taste of Chopin.

Fu tune.

But even if you say it, those people might not take it seriously, right?
After all, if Chopin's feeling really wants to pop up, it may take a lot of hard work, and it can't be done in a few months.

Of course, this feeling refers to the feeling in the bones, not the pretending feeling that is imitated.

Can Fu Diao really bring out Chopin's feelings in the past six months?
Jiang Ruijia felt difficult.

Looking at the classmate in front of her who gradually changed the topic from Xiao Sai's strength to Xiao Sai's appearance, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Ugh……"

"Huh? Jiang Ruijia? What's the matter with you?" The student leaning in front heard the sigh and turned to ask curiously.

Jiang Ruijia immediately waved her hands frantically: "Huh? No no no no no no...it's okay."

"Ok?"

The man watched Jiang Ruijia's aura gradually becoming ethereal, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, but he could only shift his gaze away and continue discussing Xiao Sai's matter with others.

Jiang Ruijia fell into deeper frustration.

Obviously, obviously, I want to discuss with them about Xiao Sai. After finally having a common topic, why do I tremble as soon as I speak.

I used to be able to play abstract memes with a leather case on the Internet, but in reality, how to speak is a problem?
How about...buy a latex leather case to wear when going out later?

Well?
Jiang Ruijia inexplicably thought of some strange pictures, her face turned red instantly, and she wrapped herself in black sportswear again.

Sure enough, latex suits are no good, absolutely not, right?Will he be hung up as a pervert?

Eh?hang up?like……

Just when Jiang Ruijia's thoughts drifted to a strange place, the door of the room was opened, and the jazz teacher walked in, nodding slightly to everyone in the room.

"morning."

"Morning teacher!"

"No, Jiang Ruijia, post today's sheet music, and don't sit in the back, come to the front."

"well……"

Jiang Ruijia slowly raised her head, took a deep breath, stood up stiffly, walked to the teacher, took the music score and distributed it to everyone, and then sat down again in the place with the fewest people.

She looked at the music score in her hand, it was a relatively simple melody.

Of course, what is taught in a jazz classroom is never melody, but chords.

The melody is just a by-product of the chords. When you learn jazz, the most important thing in the music you want to play is the chords.

The teacher sat on the piano at the front of the classroom, holding the music score in his hand and speaking casually.

"Well, what we are learning today is the simplest swing. In a relatively easy-to-understand way, it is to change all doublets into triplets, and then lengthen the previous duration, such as double eights. When we turn it into a swing rhythm, it can become a triplet of first four and second eight, like this."

The teacher put his hand on the piano and played it freely, and a piece of extremely free jazz appeared.

I don't know if it's because of his personal interest. At first, he played according to the order of the notes on the score, but inexplicably changed to a very free performance, and he started to show it directly.

However, just as he was playing happily, there was a sudden knock on the door of the house.

"Hello, is this...the classroom for pop/jazz piano playing?"

Snapped!
A loud bang.

Jiang Ruijia slammed the table, her pupils widened involuntarily, and she looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)