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Ding Yi's anger instantly rose. This sentence was simply a naked show-off. Read

It's just like drawing cards in other games. You spent thousands of dollars and finally drew a useful character. Other newbies used the ten-draw combo given by newbies and drew the character you dreamed of.

What is this? This is showing off! This is mockery!

Zhao Zitong had no idea that Ding Yi was getting angry. She looked at the comments on her phone and scratched her head, feeling a little frustrated.

It seems that the people on this video website are not very good. There are so many people, but no one can find the weakness of their teacher. A large group of people are just bragging here. It's really meaningless.

Zhao Zitong shook her head helplessly. When she was about to turn off her phone, Ding Yi replied.

"I don't know if you really don't understand or pretend not to understand, but I can tell you one thing, your teacher is very good, but your teacher is not invincible! I can be sure of that!"

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"Oh... Then who can find the mistakes of my teacher?"

Zhao Zitong replied without any hesitation.

Ding Yi stared at the reply for a long time, his mouth twitched, and he replied to Zhao Zitong, "Wait a minute," and then walked quickly towards the teacher's office.

He walked to the door of the office and knocked twice, then waited for the teacher inside to agree, stretched out his hand to push the door open, walked to a slightly bald middle-aged man, put the phone in front of him, and whispered.

"Teacher, are you free now? Can you help me analyze where this person's piano playing is weak? Or his mistakes?"

This middle-aged man is Ding Yi's teacher, the teacher who teaches him piano in school.

His teacher is not an ordinary teacher. According to the news in the school, his teacher had participated in the Chopin International Piano Competition before and passed the preliminaries. In the first round, he was only a few tenths of a point behind, and unfortunately failed in the second round.

Therefore, his teacher's understanding of Chopin is the strongest in the whole school, or in the whole city where he is currently.

The teacher seemed to have liked Ding Yi's impetuousness for a long time. Seeing him suddenly run to her and let her watch the video, she was not too surprised. She just nodded slightly, took out a pair of glasses from the table and put them on, and then asked.

"What is this song? Who is the performer?"

"I don't know the performer, this song is Chopin's first ballade."

"Chopin's first ballade?" The teacher was surprised, and the hand that was originally reaching for the table drawer stopped for a moment, but soon, he shook his head and said unintentionally: "Why are you listening to that thing? You don't listen to your Chopin etudes when you have time, but come to listen to the ballade, or the first ballade."

"Teacher, is this first ballade difficult?" Ding Yi asked.

The teacher shook his head, opened the drawer, flipped it, and turned out a slightly yellowed music score, put it in front of him, opened it casually, and a Ballades, op23 no1 mark appeared right above the score.

Obviously, the score in his hand is Chopin's first ballade.

There were many marks on the score, and the paper looked severely aged and loose, and it felt like it would crack if touched lightly.

The teacher used a little saliva on his finger to separate the paper, and after confirming that each page was not stuck together, he nodded to Ding.

"It's not difficult, but it's a little complicated. Okay, play it for me."

"Okay!"

Ding picked up the phone, quickly skipped the previous words, and went directly to He Shen's last sentence.

With a "listen", the piano sounded.

The teacher, who had a very calm expression, gradually frowned and locked his eyebrows more and more. Looking at the score in front of him, the pencil in his hand kept moving on it, but he didn't drop any strokes, just stayed in the air, up and down.

Chopin's first ballade is not long, about nine minutes, but He Shen's performance made some exaggerated performances in some places, slowing down some parts, and it was particularly outrageous.

Even so, He Shen's performance did not exceed 10 minutes.

Suffering, tragedy, pain, the root of everything is like the wind narrating, slowly speaking.

This is a gentle, bright, lyrical atmosphere, a true portrayal of no gunpowder, no war.

The main music of the development section has changed from calm and peaceful to tense and unstable, and has become a passionate and exciting sad song. The secondary theme perfectly shows the heroism, and the symphonic sound makes the hero image stand out at once.

The gradually soothing music of the ending section gradually puts everyone's heart at ease, but in the main theme that follows, the rainstorm rises again, and with a burst of extremely strong octave descent, the dying judgment is made, and the final tragedy is cast.

At the end of the last note, the teacher was silent, looking at the music score in his hand, not knowing what to say.

"Teacher?" Ding Yi asked in a low voice.

"Wait, let me be quiet..."

The teacher shook his head and waved to Ding Yi. He took Ding Yi's mobile phone directly, tuned the video to the beginning, and then played it again.

Once, twice, three times...

Ding Yi stood aside and didn't dare to move, looking at the phone in his teacher's hand with a bitter look. When it showed that the battery was less than 20%, the teacher sighed slowly and handed the phone back to Ding Yi.

"Teacher, how is it?"

"Yes, he is a master. If he were to participate in the Chopin International Piano Competition, he would definitely be able to enter the second round, and even the third round."

"Ah? It's only the third round, so he can't enter the finals? I thought he could enter the finals with this level..." Ding Yi shook his head. His teacher was about to say something, but Ding Yi quickly said, "Then teacher, why do you think he can enter the third round, but not say he can definitely enter the finals? What's wrong with his performance?"

"If I knew what his problem was, would I still be sitting here? Can't I just go to the Chopin Competition and win a championship?" The teacher almost laughed out of anger, but soon He shook his head, stroking his glasses and said slowly: "But, he does seem to have a problem... right?"

"What's the problem?"

"Maybe, maybe, possibly, he doesn't play Chopin well enough..."

"Not Chopin enough?" Ding Yi was stunned. He had never expected this evaluation. He couldn't help but grin and said: "Teacher, what kind of evaluation is this? What is Chopin enough?"

"How should I know? I just have a feeling. Don't worry about it. Go practice your Chopin etudes. Tomorrow I want to see your overall musicality."

Not knowing which nerve was touched, the teacher stood up and pushed Ding Yi out the door.

Ding Yi looked at the closed office door, took out his mobile phone helplessly, and sent a message to Zhao Zitong who had been waiting there for a long time, pretending to be extremely mysterious.

"Your teacher has a fatal flaw, that is... not Chopin enough!"

After sending it out, he closed the message on his mobile phone with a guilty conscience, hoping that this statement would not be exposed.

What does not Chopin enough mean? This is too idealistic!

Zhao Zitong, who was on the other end of the phone, didn't know about this. She saw this comment and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Humph, I told you that you are not invincible, I found your weakness!