Rebirth: I Want To Be a Student God

  Chapter 312 Then I will show my ugliness

   The number of people who take classical music classes is the least among all subjects, and the conditions of the families who come here are not bad. After all, the cost of playing classical musical instruments is not ordinary, and girls account for the majority.

   Of course, as usual, some of them came for Feng Yan.

  The instructor plucked the strings and played a piece of music left over from the ancient earth period. Everyone else felt very charming when listening to it. Xia Ruo didn't show any emotions, it was very dull.

   Not to mention Feng Yan, who was lounging on the table and didn't listen much at all.

   After the instructor finished playing, he swept the people in the classroom.

   found that all the people present except Feng Yan and Xia Ruo showed serious appreciation.

  He first ordered a few people to talk about their feelings, and they basically said the same thing.

  The instructor looked at Xia Ruo and said, "Xia Ruo, do you feel anything?"

  Although Feng Yan didn't listen carefully, he didn't dare to call on the overlord to speak up, otherwise, the atmosphere of the class would be ruined nine times out of ten.

  Xia Ruo stood up, thought about it, and said truthfully and euphemistically: "The tune played by the tutor has form and spirit, taste but no rhyme, and there is still room for improvement!"

   Her best ancient musical instrument is also the guqin, and her qin skills are relatively high, so it is easy to find the shortcomings and shortcomings of the other party.

   This piece is one of the top ten famous Guqin songs in the earth period, but the teacher did not play that kind of taste, and even a few notes were wrong.

   For Huaxia's classical music, Xia Ruo really can't say anything that goes against her heart.

  No one would have thought that Xia Ruo would comment on the tutor like this, how courageous!

   Instructor was also stunned, and then Xia Ruo didn't expect that Xia Ruo would feel that what he was talking about was intangible.

   He laughed and asked, "Listening to what Xia said, you should be very familiar with the guqin?"

  Xia Ruo nodded: "It's quite familiar!"

   "How about asking Xia to play a song for us now?" The tutor thinks that he is good at playing. Since Xia Ruo thinks it is not good, he will come up and prove it.

  Xia Ruo also wants them to re-understand the correct way to open Huaxia's classical music.

   "Okay, then I'll show my ugliness!"

  Xia Ruo sat down generously, and then tried a few sounds first.

   Watching her pluck the strings indiscriminately, many people wanted to laugh, but given the existence of Feng Bawang, they could only hold back.

   They think Xia Ruo is too pretentious? Who can't pluck the strings!

   If you can't talk about it for a while, it will be a real shame, and maybe you will be disgusted by the teacher.

   Is she trying to attract Young Master Feng's attention? But if you can't play it, wouldn't it reduce your favorability!

   Xia Ruo seemed a little too impatient.

   Some people are curious, and a few people are already waiting to see Xia Ruo make a fool of himself.

   Xia Ruo tried the sound, and then reached out to adjust the strings. The timbre of this piano was very ordinary, and she was not satisfied. Now she can only settle it.

   Instructor stood below with his hands in his arms, looking at the sound of Xia Ruo tuning the strings, his brows were slightly wrinkled.

   Feng Yan changed his listlessness and looked at Xia Ruo with a burning gaze.

   She has heard her play the flute and Gu Xiao, but she has never heard her play the guqin.

   Xia Ruo's slender and fair hands landed on the guqin again, just when everyone thought she was going to pluck the strings at will, a few notes jumped out.

   Soon, the melody reverberated in the classroom. At the beginning, the melody disappeared and appeared now and then, like the top of the mountain, with clouds and mist, erratic.

   Then it is like a murmur, a cold current in the quiet; clear and cold, a trickle of loose roots.

  In the end, it really looks like a very surging view, with the image of a dragon roaring. Resting and listening, it was as if I was sitting in a dangerous boat crossing the Wu Gorge, dazzled and thrilled.

   All the people present, whether they were tutors or students, were all immersed in the music, and they seemed to be in a picture scroll of mountains and rivers.

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