The world's number one pianist

The door of the concert hall opened, and a group of teachers entered one after another. The atmosphere was suppressed instantly, and all the teachers looked unhappy.

When they just entered the concert hall, they heard such a noisy sound before they could react. It was really a headache.

He Shen frowned even more. He didn't have any good feelings for those who kept making noise in the concert hall.

How could people who didn't even have the most basic respect for music learn music well?

A big concert hall was as noisy as a vegetable market...

Fortunately, after seeing the teacher coming, this group of people immediately shut up.

The person who might be their main subject teacher in the future, no matter what, can't be offended.

All the teachers looked at each other and sighed together.

Forget it, let it be. I don't want to bother with these freshmen. When they grow up a little, it will be much better, right?

Zhou San pursed his lips, took all the teachers to the stage, and spoke to the students who were still making a little noise below.

"Quiet!"

As Zhou San's voice came out, everyone in the audience immediately shut their mouths and looked at Zhou San in the center of the stage carefully.

At this time, no matter how silly the students were, they didn't dare to make a loud noise at this time.

After all, the law does not punish everyone. If you complained alone, wouldn't you be caught as a typical example?

After seeing that everyone had quieted down, Zhou San nodded and continued.

"I know you all think you are the so-called favored children of heaven, you think you are very powerful, especially awesome, your grades are very good, and you were admitted to our school, right?"

The people below didn't dare to say anything. Even if they had this idea in their hearts, they just sat there timidly, waiting for the next words.

Sure enough, Zhou San immediately started to get angry.

"Do you really think you are all geniuses? Very powerful? I tell you, it's all bullshit!"

"Yes, I know that only the top 200 in the state have the opportunity to enter our school. If you want to pass the school entrance examination to enter our school, you have to beat thousands of people."

"Do you really think that you are amazing just because you beat thousands of people?"

"Dream on!"

"There are nearly a thousand students in music schools in the country every year, but how many people in the country, or even the world, can make money with music?"

"No more than one hand!"

Zhou San stretched out a hand and looked at the slightly restless students below with an indifferent expression.

"Do you think you are the chosen ones of the emperor, and you can definitely make money by yourself? You can become a great piano teacher after graduating from our Normal University?"

"Yes, I know what you are thinking, what, hey, I open a tutoring class, I open a small personal class, and make a few hundred per class, right?"

"Hehe...you are still dreaming!"

"Have you considered the time you spend on music? The money you spend? So, do you really think that the money you earn in the future can make back your investment?"

"I tell you, this is all dreaming!"

The audience suddenly fell silent, and they didn't know what to say for a while. Many of them thought so.

When they can't do it anymore, they will become piano teachers, earn a few hundred per hour, have full classes all day long, and earn a few w per month.

But now, the teacher actually told them clearly that their idea was wrong?

Zhou San looked at the expressions of the people in the audience, and he also guessed what those people were thinking. He sneered and didn't explain much.

How can it be so easy to make money as a piano teacher?

Zhou San took advantage of this anger and continued.

"Now, I will tell you directly that we cannot make money by studying music, nor can we become real pianists. So what is your choice? Do you stop studying? Or change careers? Find a good job?"

"If you think so, then I advise you to leave early. The door is right there. You can drop out directly and I will approve it immediately!"

No one left, and no one dared to leave.

Zhou San nodded with satisfaction.

"Good, at least I didn't see anyone who couldn't even stick to learning music, which shows that you at least have the idea of ​​learning music, which is very good!"

"But..."

"What were you doing just now? Making noise? Playing? Fighting? What on earth gave you the feeling that you could succeed without even respecting music?"

"What on earth gave you the feeling that you didn't have any respect for the examination room while waiting for the exam assignment?"

"If this place is replaced by an ordinary classroom, will you still be like this?"

"Do you have a little respect for music? Do you think you have really played music?"

...

Everyone in the audience bowed their heads and dared not speak. The counselor standing on the side was also a little helpless. He tried to sort out the order before, but it was obvious that it was of no use at all.

Now seeing this group of lawless little brats who had just been liberated being scolded, he inexplicably felt a sense of joy in his heart.

Unfortunately, the next second, this joy disappeared.

He saw Zhou San standing in the center of the stage, looking down at him with cold eyes.

The scene was extremely quiet for a while, and no one dared to speak.

Although they didn't understand why Zhou San said they had no reverence, they understood one thing, that is, Zhou San said they had never played music.

It's okay to say that they can't play the piano well, after all, there are so many teachers on the stage, and each of them is a top master.

But if they say that they have never played music, this is a bit insulting.

It's like asking a person from the mathematics department, do you really know numbers?

Asking a person from the computer department, do you really know computers?

Asking a person from the literature department, do you really know words?

Yes, there will be some people with particularly high qualifications who say that they don't know much about numbers, computers, and words.

But these young people don't have such humble ideas at all, they just want to follow the teacher to confront.

Who doesn't understand music? Isn't it an art composed of sound vibrations and sounds?

Is there any problem with this?

Who hasn't played a piece of music or something? Any person who takes the art exam can talk about music in detail.

How could they have never played music?

Zhou San looked at the unconvinced expressions of the group of people under the stage, and his mouth corners slightly turned down.

As expected, this group of people were unconvinced and felt that they were very powerful. Although learning music had no money prospects, they themselves had a future.

In this case...

Zhou San looked at He Shen who was standing aside in a daze, walked to his side, patted his shoulder, and whispered to him.

"He Shen, let out a trick and tell these people that they don't even understand music at all."

"Other teachers, get ready, one by one, show your strength, and suppress these little brats!"

"If you don't suppress these little brats, what's the point of continuing to teach?"

He Shen glanced at Zhou San and didn't say much, but walked directly to the piano and spoke to everyone under the stage.

"Next, I'll play, you listen!"

"Chopin, Nocturne in E major, Op9, No2!"