Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 804 63. Hidden dangers in trams! Rehearsal proceeds in an orderly manner
On Wednesday morning, Li An sent his car to the school gate, and then went to the cultural center to meet Jiang Zhigang.

Regarding the competition regulations he had drafted, there were several details that he needed to personally discuss with Jiang Zhigang.

The competition time is expected to be in late November, the specific time will depend on how the time is arranged.

In addition to the competition regulations, Li An's main remaining task is to contact the judges. Boss X has already agreed, and Chen Wenchang's teacher Wei also believes it, so there is no problem.

With the two in charge, the team came out, and Li An already had a candidate in mind for the remaining candidates.

This time he planned to move the judging panel of their Chengdu Cup Group A directly over.

First of all, the professionalism of these teachers is on display here, and secondly, they have to spend money to find acquaintances.

Gao Lin from Rongda University is a nice guy. He sends messages and greetings to Li An during the holidays. The key is the finals, where he gave the car full marks.

Nie Jinhua, Lao Nie of Shige, an old acquaintance of Teacher Wei, also gave the car full marks. Furthermore, Ang Lee can't be at odds with the entire Shige just because of one Liu Daguang, right?

Shen Liang from Chengdu Normal University, Li An personally admires this young piano teacher.

Li An didn't say why he was looking for these people, and Jiang Zhigang didn't ask any more questions. He was assured of the people Li An was looking for.

But this Shen Liang, "I didn't ask Lao Yu to come, but asked Shen Liang to come, is that okay?"

Li An: "It doesn't matter. The two groups were originally at odds with each other in the department. Wasn't Cao Liqun squeezed out by Song Honghai this time? Look at how low-key Lao Yu is now."

Jiang Zhigang nodded, "Do you have any acquaintances at the Arts Association? Just find another one."

"Over there at the Art Association," Li An pondered for a moment. Old Xia Tou was quite interesting, "I'll find an old man to come over. Xia Shao, please know first."

He is an old artist. How could Jiang Zhigang not know this? But he has never seen him before. "Then let's live together here. If you are outside the province, let's fill in another one."

To fill in another one, Li An had to think about it again, "I will contact these first, finalize the list and send it to you. If you are outside the province, I will consider it again."

"Okay," Jiang Zhigang walked Li An to the door and realized that Li An came on an electric bike. "It's a new car."

Li An Yile: "Student, Teacher Jiang, you are busy, we can contact you at any time."
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It was less than nine o'clock when he came out of the cultural center. Li An then went to the Art Examination Department to keep an eye on the Huiyi candidates, and he also came to play the piano. At eleven o'clock sharp, he rode home.

He usually rides short distances, and he doesn't pay much attention to controlling the battery. Today, he rode a long distance, and he almost pushed back halfway.

From this point of view, it has to be a gas truck, and a small thing can make a big difference.

Li An, who arrived home very quickly, only reached the gate of the community less than fifty meters faster than the car.

From a distance, I saw the strange-shaped teacher sitting on the electric scooter, "pedaling" towards the entrance of the community as if he were paddling with his feet.

"teacher!"

The car raced over to help.

"Don't."

Li An panted and let the car get up, "Let's not go back, we can just finish eating at the door."

The teacher and student stopped the car in front of the fast food restaurant and went in to have a light meal.

Li An's legs were still shaking after he came out of the restaurant. That's right, he relied on the weak remaining power of the battery and switched legs to get himself and the car back neatly.

As soon as I entered the car at home, I asked the teacher to quickly go to the sofa, "Teacher, I will beat your legs."

"I'm fine, I just haven't exercised a bit recently." Li An thought for a moment and thought that he hadn't played ball for a long time. Suddenly, he exerted himself for a long time, and his body reacted immediately. In the blink of an eye, he saw Bao Wan lying on the window sill looking at him with drooped eyes. .

His eyes were like looking at a weakling.

"What are you looking at?" Li An pointed at 80,000 and shouted, "Look at how fat you have become."

Bawan yawned, turned his head and continued to look out the window.

The car beside him kept giggling, "Teacher, do you like running?"

As soon as Li An heard about running, he immediately asked the car to go into the house to practice the piano.
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During the afternoon club class, Li An arrived early and checked each classroom every week. He expanded his chest and kicked his legs in the corridor, making it look like the real thing.

When it comes to sports, it has to be Wang Xiaohu.

I played basketball for a period in physical education class, but when I came to attend the literacy class, I couldn’t see it at all.

At 4:30 exactly, all literacy classes begin.

The children in Piano Class A were sitting in front of the piano, excitedly waiting for the class to begin, when they were suddenly asked to stand up.

With a "swish" sound, all the children stood up and looked at the podium with curious eyes, as if they wanted to detect something from the teacher's smiling face.

"Kids, I'm going to have a play lesson today."

As soon as I heard about the game, the whole class was excited!

It started boiling here, then the next door started boiling, and finally the whole corridor seemed to be boiling.

Wang Xiaohu knew it. He took advantage of the chaos and whispered something to Qiao Zhizhi, then turned around and yelled.

The classroom became quiet again, and Li An gathered all the children in the open space behind the piano room.

The body percussion course, referred to as the piano rhythm special training game, has officially begun.

At the same time, this game was played in all instrumental music classrooms such as flute, clarinet, saxophone, and trumpet, and several people had discussed it before class.

The first step of the game is grouping (level).

Li An asked the children to stand up straight: "First, let's make a group."

The children stood upright one by one. Every time Li An passed in front of a child, he told the child a number.

After one lap, he returned to the starting position: "The students in the first team took a step forward, the students in the second team stayed put, and the students in the third team took a step back."

In an instant, three teams came out.

Each classroom selected teams one, two, and three according to this method.

When it came to the joint arrangement, all the students from the first team were responsible for the most complex rhythmic beats, followed by the students from the second team, and the students from the third team were responsible for the unit beats.

After the team ended, Ang Lee asked the children to watch the big screen.

"Remember the vocal parts we learned in the last lesson?"

"Remember!"

"Very good. Students in the first team, please look at the first line of music. Students in the second team, please look at the second line of music. Students in the third team, please look at the third line of music."

Combining the content learned in the previous class, the children understood it clearly, but something they had never seen appeared in the score in front of everyone, and the notes no longer looked like tadpoles.

The tadpole's head turned into an X.

"X stands for high five, and the duration is equal to its original rhythm. Do you understand this?"

"understand!"

"Okay, now my classmates Wang Xiaohu, Qiao Zhizhi and I will give you a demonstration. Please listen carefully. Before the game starts, we will conduct free practice training in a while."

The children focused their attention on the three of them.

Li An looked at the two of them: "Qiao Zhizhi, you hit one, Wang Xiaohu, you hit two, I'll hit three."

The two nodded.

Ang Lee gave four beats to prepare for the tempo, and then the three of them beat the first rhythm.

Three neat waves of applause sounded at the same time, of the same length, and seemed very disciplined.

In the second section, when the children listening saw the score change, the clapping in their ears also changed.

First, in the same row, when the first round of applause rings once, the second round of applause will ring twice. This change gives the entire rhythm a forward trend.

A little more lively, a little more jumpy.

And at this moment, the first round of applause seemed to be in dialogue with the second round of applause. You slapped two notes, and I slapped three notes.

The fun of rhythmic beating suddenly appeared, and Li An listened attentively to the children while clapping his hands. He found that several cute little guys had already moved their hands on the sides of their legs to follow the applause in the classroom.

That's good.

But soon the score on the big screen came to an end. Qiao Zhizhi and Wang Xiaohu didn’t know what the score behind was, so they could only stop.

Silence returned to the classroom, and Li An turned to the children who were eager to try, "Do you want to try it yourself?"

Children: "Think!"

Ang Lee cut the big screen to the next page, and three longer scores appeared clearly.

Each score is marked with a serial number.

"Practice freely according to your own number. Don't whisper to each other. I will see which team completed the best after a while. There will be rewards after class."

With one order, the classroom turned into a sea of ​​applause.

Free practice is a must, as it can arouse children's interest and allow them to build a sense of self-exploration.

Of course, not every child is so obedient.

Li An stopped in front of a fat man who didn't practice well, lowered his head and whispered: "If you don't practice well, I will let you stand next to Wang Xiaohu."

The little fat man was so frightened that he quickly looked at the big screen and clapped his hands.

After finishing the little fat Li An, he continued to move forward. After listening to it for a while, he probably knew it in his mind. Before the fifth variation, the children in piano class A basically had no problem grouping according to this.

After going out and waving his hand, Li An asked Xu Li, who was patrolling the corridor, to come over and help him observe discipline.

Then he moved from literacy class to literacy class, and Haitao's class was better than he expected.

After all, they are all children with piano background.

"How are you doing, bro?" While the children were filming the rhythm, Zheng Haitao came over and smiled evilly.

Li An gave a thumbs up gesture and then went to Liang Yudan's flute classroom.

Not bad, just a group of girls, the applause was a bit small.

Unlike the two classes of Liu Zhaocheng and Xu Hongxin, which were all boys, clapping and thundering.

Comparing several wind instruments, only Wang Wenyang's clarinet classroom has not kept up.

But Li An can understand. Everyone knows that the new clarinet students are all in the second and third grades. In addition, there are two old students who are naughty. Wang Wenyang sometimes spends five minutes in a class to emphasize discipline.

Seeing that the two naughty guys were not being honest in front of him, Li An slapped his hands to tell everyone to stop.

"Come on, you two, come out with me."

For a moment, the clarinet classroom was extremely quiet. One of them walked out of the row honestly, and the other lowered his head and remained motionless.

Wang Wenyang: "Lin Ziyang! Can't you hear Teacher Li?"

The boy who bowed his head still didn't look up.

Upon seeing this, Li An took out his mobile phone and said, "What grade and class is he in? Call his class teacher and ask his parents to call and explain the situation. He won't need to come anymore."

Before Li An finished speaking, Lin Ziyang raised his head in fright, his eyes full of pleading.

At this time, all the children's eyes came to Li An. Even Wang Wenyang didn't know whether Li An was real or fake, and his expression was extremely serious.

After a moment, Li An put down the phone and said, "Don't answer. I didn't ask you."

Then he looked at Lin Ziyang, "What grade and class are you in?"

Lin Ziyang shook his head!
"Don't say yes, I'll give you one last chance."

Lin Ziyang is about to cry.

Li An directly picked up the phone again, tapped the screen twice and put the phone up to his ear.

"Grade 5, Class 7!" Lin Ziyang shouted.

Li An put down the phone and said, "I'll give you one last chance. Sing well and practice well. Answer the teacher's questions. Don't do anything if you're not asked to do it. Don't let me hear Teacher Wang say that you don't abide by classroom disciplines again. If you do anything like this again, This time, call your parents directly.”

After speaking, Li An whispered a few words into Wang Wenyang's ear, and before turning to leave, he took another look at the child who was coming out of the queue.

"Grade 5, Class 2!" The child immediately stood at attention.

After Li An left, Wang Wenyang regrouped and transferred several children from the first and second departments to the third department.

Finally, he walked to Lin Ziyang, the only remaining movie, and comforted him, "It'll be fine if you just be obedient. Teacher Li is not like me. I'm trying to scare you. He said to call your parents and he will really call you." Parents call."

Lin Ziyang's calm mood stirred up trouble again, "Teacher Wang, don't let Teacher Li call, otherwise I will die when I go home on the weekend!"

Wang Wenyang: "It depends on your performance."

Then the clarinet classroom progressed by leaps and bounds.

Li An finally came to Zhang Miao's classroom. There were not many people in Zhang Miao's classroom, there were both boys and girls, and body percussion was still in the category of percussion.

The children in the percussion class showed an absolute advantage in this aspect.

"Zhang Miao, except for the short-haired girl, all the others should go to one. Clarinet and saxophone are almost the same. You two can complement each other."

"Okay Brother An, do you think you need to make any more changes later?"

"At the moment, it seems that there is no need to change it for the time being. Let's see, when it doesn't work, we won't need the ones after the seventh variation. Just repeat four, five, and six."

"clear."
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Back in his classroom, Li An took the children to practice, because there is no wrong sound when clapping, at most the rhythm is not in sync, but as long as most people can hit the rhythm correctly, it will be effective.

This is why Ang Lee chose body percussion as the core performance form of the show, which can be quickly formed.

Even in just half of the class period, the children have already taken pictures in a good way.

In the last ten minutes, Li An gathered all the children in the literacy class into his piano classroom.

The children were a little excited when they got together for the first time and clapped their hands for a class. Children who could still abide by discipline in their own classrooms released their natural instincts as soon as they came to this collective environment.

The teachers' voices were quickly drowned out by the children's laughter. After Zheng Haitao shouted for silence, several boys in the upper right corner were talking to themselves.

Li An saw it, but he couldn't waste any more time. Today, he had to play through the part before variation five to listen to the collective effect.

"Come here, students, let's be quiet for a moment. Everyone knows about our exhibition week activities. We will go on stage to perform a show at that time, right? Any students who know it can raise their hands for me to see?"

All the children in the audience raised their hands.

"But what kind of show is this, and what exactly does it look like on stage, do you know?"

The children shook their heads.

"Okay, now raise your hands and look at the big screen, just like we practiced in the classroom just now. Follow the music for a while and let's feel the stage together."

After coaxing and coaxing, the children finally got into the mood. Li An signaled the teachers to take their places, and then he sat down in front of the piano.

"1, 2, 3, get up!"

At the same time as the music of Little Star started playing, some children followed, some did not, and some were in between. The applause in the classroom suddenly became a mess.

"Quiet!"

The classroom fell silent again.

In front of the piano: "Understood?"

Audience: "I understand!"

The applause comes again, with the applause.

Soon the entire North School campus was controlled by a special musical rhythm. Teachers and students passing by the complex couldn't help but stop and look at a classroom window on the third floor.