Tokyo people don't talk about Wude

Chapter 298 295. As long as it can bring smiles to people
The next morning, the classroom of Class 2, Grade 2
"Suzuki, what's wrong with your finger?" In the morning, General Karasawa came to talk to Suzuki Hisahito.

"Me." Suzuki Hisuhito stretched out his hand. Almost every finger was wrapped with bandages and band-aids: "I wore it for piano practice to prevent nails from being chipped and bleeding."

He said panicked.

In fact, he practiced so hard last night that his nails were broken and bleeding, and some of his fingers also suffered from bruises, pain, spasms and other symptoms, so he had to use these things to cover the wounds on his fingers.
If Teacher Kasukabe hadn't specially given him a finger massage to activate blood circulation and relax muscles, it would have been a question whether he could come to school today.

"Hey, you are working too hard for that super big girl!" General Tang Zegui was very happy after hearing this, and showed a smile like an old father:
"The assist I gave you is worth it, you have to take her down!"

"Haha, I'll try my best~" Suzuki Yuhito smiled guiltily.

Not to mention whether according to his progress, he can learn the piano again before the cultural festival.
Even if he really succeeded, Hanami Sawara wouldn't like herself just because of such a thing, right? She is the eldest daughter of a rich family, and she is not the hero of a light novel!

However, his desire to help these "free musicians" will not change, so he will still work hard to learn piano today.

The first period in the morning is math class. The math teacher draws pictures on the blackboard and explains:

"Today we are going to talk about the advanced application of the Pythagorean Theorem. The Pythagorean Theorem is also called Degoua's theorem."

Suzuki Hisuhito looked out the window inadvertently, thinking about the piano knowledge that Mr. Kasukabe taught him yesterday.

"Da, da, da" his fingers moved, tapping lightly on the table as if playing a piano.

The second class is Chinese class.

"Da, da, da" Suzuki Hisuhito was looking at the textbook in a daze while tapping his fingertips on the table.

The third class is biology class.

"Da da da"

Noon, rooftop.

"Hey, Suzuki-san is crazy!" Takasawa pointed at Huang Mao, who was tapping the railing with his fingers quickly, and exclaimed:

"I see he has been playing the piano all day. Are you crazy?"

"It's okay, I'm practicing my finger strength." Suzuki Hisahito used chopsticks to pick up vegetables with one hand, and continued to tap the railing with his fingertips with the other hand:
"You have to practice it before the cultural festival."

"Whatever, let him play by himself." Genji Takatsuki glanced at him and said coldly: "I've never seen him take it so seriously."

"Speaking of which, where did senior go?" Mizuhashi Hideki held the rice ball in her hands and took a bite: "I haven't seen him in the past two days."

"He. He has to do some work in the art department and the kendo department." General Tang Zegui explained: "If you do some work at noon, you can complete the task as soon as possible. That's what he said."

"Senior, you are really diligent~" Mizuhashi Hideki couldn't help but admire him: "I have to work harder."

While everyone was chatting, Suzuki Yuhito swallowed the last bite of his lunch, stood up and said, "I'll leave first if I have something else to do. I'm sorry to excuse you, everyone!"

"Hey, where are you going?" Tang Zegui looked at him in confusion.

"Let's go to the music classroom~" Suzuki Hisuhito smiled and said: "I haven't touched the piano all morning, and my hands feel itchy. Let's go practice before the lunch break is over."

"You really are crazy, kid." Tang Zeguijiang sighed.

"Do, So, La, Do"

In the empty music classroom, Suzuki Yuhito played the piano awkwardly.

"I feel that the previous feeling has returned a little bit. But my fingers are still hurting, and I don't know if I can hold on." Suzuki Hisuhito was relieved but also a little worried:

"But it's not enough to continue like this. It's not enough to learn the piano again before the cultural festival."

He took a deep breath, like an athlete forcing himself to push past his limits, and continued to let his fingers dance happily on the keys, regardless of the continued pain in his fingertips and phalanges.

After school.
"Then I will also go to the light music club to rehearse today!" Before leaving, Suzuki Yuhito said hello to Karasawa: "You guys have to work hard and don't work too hard~"

"You should take it easy, Suzuki!" General Karasawa was a little worried about his good brother's mental state, but he also had a lot of things to deal with now and had no time to worry about Suzuki's situation.

"Don't worry, I won't fall!"

Suzuki Hisahito left the school as quickly as possible and went straight to Mr. Kasukabe's teaching place.

"Then, let's continue today's teaching." Teacher Kasukabe crossed his arms and looked sternly:
"You have to practice at my place until nine o'clock today. If I want to give lessons to other students, you can practice on the piano in the next room. Don't be lazy, you hear me?!"

"Oh! If you don't succeed, you will succeed!" Suzuki Yuhito yelled and devoted himself to piano training again.

The days of practicing piano are fleeting for Suzuki Hisuhito.

Obviously, what he hated most in the past was practicing piano. Every time he sat on the piano chair, he would feel tortured for seconds. But now he just hopes that time passes a little slower and that he can understand it faster.

Logically speaking, if you want to learn a musical instrument well, you need to lay a solid foundation first, and do it step by step, just like building a house requires laying the foundation first.

However, in order for Suzuki Hisahito to reach the stage performance level from scratch within two weeks, Mr. Kasukabe had to abandon this traditional teaching method and instead use those crooked and quick methods to teach.

"You have no time to lay the foundation, so I can only force you to start building castles in the air." Teacher Kasukabe gave the final warning:

"Next, I will teach you in a completely wrong way. If my peers see me teaching you like this, they will definitely scold me in the ditch. But even if it completely destroys your piano talent, I will do whatever it takes. Let me ask you one last time, do you have such awareness?"

"Teacher Kasukabe, I said this is the only time I pick up the piano again." Suzuki Hisahito smiled bitterly and looked at the ten fingers that were covered with bandages and band-aids but were still aching:

"My talent is pretty much gone anyway~ So whether it's building a castle in the air or a garbage dump, let it burn one last time. It's the last time anyway."

"Are those little girls, you brat, really worthy of making you work so hard?" Kasukabe frowned in confusion, and sighed helplessly: "Is it because in them, I saw what I most wanted to be?"

"Don't you know this very well, Kasukabe-sensei~" Suzuki Hisuhito raised the corner of his mouth:
"Don't worry, teacher, I have no complaints, please continue."

Teacher Kasukabe first asked Hisashi Suzuki to spend a few days reviewing a few pieces of music he had learned before, to rekindle his childhood piano memories.

Afterwards, he skipped the basic part of teaching and immediately began to teach Suzuki Hisuhito several difficult performance-level techniques.

Logically speaking, Suzuki Hisahito should not have learned this technique when he was a novice. Forced learning would only make him develop wrong playing habits, and even make his playing gestures become deformed and distorted.

Just like building a house with a crooked foundation, it was wrong from the beginning. Even if you build a house in the future, you will only make the same mistake again and again. However, both the master and the disciple knew this tacitly. Kasukabe Junpei violated his dignity as a teacher, and Suzuki Hisahito was also killing his remaining talents. They only wanted to achieve one goal-a goal that was close at hand but out of reach. working hard towards the goal.

Time passed day by day, and Suzuki Hisuhito would practice in Mr. Kasukabe's cram school after school every day until nine o'clock in the evening before going home. At school, he would secretly study the music theory study notes lent to him by Mr. Kasukabe during class time. The bandages and band-aids on my fingers were changed every day, and the dark circles under my eyes gradually appeared due to fatigue.

Fortunately, he is usually a bad student. Even if he peeks at miscellaneous books in class, there is no teacher to take care of him. Moreover, his parents had given up on him a long time ago. Even if they didn't come home until nine every night, they would just treat him as if he was out hanging out with his friends.

On the contrary, General Tang Zegui expressed concern about his physical and mental condition more than once, and even asked Kyushu Cheng to come together to persuade him.

However, after Kyushu Makoto took a look, he said, "Suzuki-san's eyes show that he is determined to do something." He did not mean to dissuade him, but encouraged him to continue working hard, which encouraged Suzuki Hisahito.

In addition, Sawara Hanami also came to see him once. Originally, she seemed to want to say something to Suzuki Yuhito, but after seeing the bandages and band-aids wrapped around his fingers, she just bowed apologetically, said "We will wait for Suzuki-san" and turned around to leave. .

“There are still seven days until the cultural festival.”

"Six days. Five days"

"Four days. Hurry up, hurry up! Damn it, why can't I play this part!"

Although Mr. Kasukabe was already teaching him the evil quick method, Suzuki Hisahito was still pressed for time and had to race against time and study desperately.

According to Mr. Kasukabe, it was because Suzuki Yujin had a good talent for piano, otherwise even using the unorthodox quick method would not have been enough.

"Don't worry, Suzuki." Teacher Kasukabe stood aside, folding his arms and said coldly:
"This interlude is the most difficult part of the three songs you are going to perform, so I put it at the end. Calm down, take a deep breath, think about the fingering techniques I taught you in your head, and then play it out slowly. "

"I'll try again!" Suzuki Hisuhito gritted his teeth and pinched his fingers that were almost losing consciousness due to over-exercise:

"Calm down, Suzuki Yuhito, if you want to calm down, play this part"

Suzuki Hisuhito closed his eyes, and the piano skills he had learned these days gradually came to mind one by one.

Damn it, my brain is so tired. My hands are so tired and I can hardly think anymore.
Suzuki Hisahito took a deep breath and tried to think and remember.

Just as his brain was trying to think beyond the limits, he felt as if his brain was on fire, like another handful of fuel was added to a bonfire that was about to go out.

Come and feel it! The thinking is clear! Suzuki Hisuhito was delighted, and his fingers began to play on the keys involuntarily.

All the hard work of these days burst out in an instant, and the fingers followed the muscle memory and began to hit the black and white keys rhythmically, and the music flowed out of the piano as smoothly as silk.

"!!" Even Mr. Kasukabe couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

He was not surprised because Suzuki Hisahito could play music smoothly, but because he saw Suzuki Hisahito smiling.

This was the first time Kasukabe Junpei saw Suzuki smile while playing the piano.

What the hell, it turns out that you, a brat who hates piano, can also be happy by playing the piano. Was it my fault all along? Kasukabe Junpei shook his head vigorously.

After the song was played, Suzuki Hisuhito stood up from the piano chair and excitedly grabbed Teacher Kasukabe's shoulders, with a smile that couldn't be hidden on his face: "Teacher, did you see it, Teacher? I succeeded! I put the last paragraph It popped up too!”

"You brat, don't hug me, let's see how proud you are!" Teacher Kasukabe couldn't help but laugh, and raised the corners of her mouth in relief:
"You have already learned all three songs that will be performed at the cultural festival. Now you just need to get used to it with those girls. After all, you are in a band."

"Three days. I didn't expect that I could practice it three days before the cultural festival." Suzuki Hisuhito looked at his mangled fingers and said excitedly: "Thank you so much, Mr. Kasukabe!"

"Since you want to thank me, then pay the tuition." Teacher Kasukabe took out a notebook from his pocket and wrote on it:

"Five thousand an hour. You have studied with me for eleven days. The daily classes are six hours, not counting the cost of the study notes and textbooks I lent you. The total is this amount."

Teacher Kasukabe tore off a piece of paper from his notebook and handed it over. Suzuki Yuhito turned pale with fright after seeing the astronomical figures on it: "Ah, this... how much does this cost?"

Although he was mentally prepared, he was still frightened by such a high teaching fee.

Such a large amount of money is definitely not enough to repay the usual pocket money. Do you really still have to work?
"Don't be so scared, I'm just showing you the price." Teacher Kasukabe did not push the bill into Suzuki's hand, but took out a lighter and lit the paper from a corner, shook it, threw it to the ground and stamped it out. .

"Teacher Kasukabe, what are you doing?" Suzuki Hisuhito was confused.

"I won't charge you any money this time. I am doing charity." Teacher Kasukabe twisted the burnt bill with the sole of her foot: "I also have dignity. I will teach you piano with such a misleading teaching method." If you want to collect money, you will be scolded by your colleagues and thrown into the ditch~"

"Kasukabe-sensei" Suzuki Hisuhito's heart was filled with mixed emotions, and he could only feel his eyes burning.

"Suzuki Yuhito, you can finish class today." Teacher Kasukabe stepped forward and patted the boy on the shoulder, preaching:

"You should perform well during the cultural festival and don't be embarrassed."

"Yes!!! Thank you Kasukabe-sensei!!!" Suzuki Yuhito shouted so loudly that Kasukabe-sensei had to cover his ears.

After seeing off Suzuki Yuhito, Kasukabe Junpei leaned against the door frame and couldn't help but laugh at himself.

During his more than ten years as a piano teacher, Suzuki Hisahito was not a special student, nor did he leave a deep impression on him.

Kasukabe Junpei only remembers that the child, who was reasonably talented but not top-notch, always played the piano with a grimace, like a puppet being controlled by his family to play music.

He has seen too many children like this. Many children who learn piano from him don't actually love piano very much. They are just forced by their families to study, take exams, and compete. That's it.

However, after being engaged in piano education for so many years, he also felt somewhat guilty towards these children.

Is it really the right thing to do? As a piano teacher, instead of teaching children to love the piano, you mechanically teach them how to take exams and compete, even if they hate the piano because of it.
Anyway, as long as the parents are happy and they can make money, it doesn't matter, right? Even if this is wrong, it has always been like this, and I am just following the rules.

Perhaps because of this entanglement, Kasukabe Junpei once again accepted Suzuki Yuhito as his disciple.

But today, he saw Suzuki, a bastard who hated piano, actually smiling while playing the piano.

It wasn't because he had passed any advanced piano certificate or won the first prize in any competition, it was just because he had learned an ordinary pop song. Just because of such a trivial thing, he smiled.

But Kasukabe Junpei clearly felt that Suzuki's smile at this time was brighter than when many students passed the [Performance Level] Advanced Certificate.

So, this is enough. Kasukabe Junpei has already received the tuition he deserves from him and does not need more.

"Even if you treat your last talents as combustible garbage and burn them all, go ahead and make trouble!" Kasukabe Junpei stared at Suzuki's figure disappearing around the corner, and turned back to the house:

"Anyway, as long as it can bring a smile to people's faces, isn't it music~"

(End of this chapter)