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"In the last semester, your former teacher Liu took you to familiarize yourself with the music works of the classical period, right? The first half of the semester I led continued the classical period, and I needed to complete four duet or quartet works. I checked every month. Once." The teacher of the chamber music ensemble class looked at the list in his hand, because it was a course for three classes: "I have randomly assigned the group members of the duo and quartet, and everyone should get familiar with it as soon as possible, and then give me a work this month. It will be used as your normal score and calculated into 50.00% of the final score! I hope everyone pays attention to it.”

"This time you start practicing the quartet first, and choose Bach's "Violin Concerto in A Minor"."

There were about [-] students sitting in the huge music room. In front of the circular stepped seats was a small stage, and their young teacher was standing on the stage.

"In the future, you will be here when you return to class, and I will earnestly give you an equal score. Now let's watch a performance by a foreign chamber music orchestra, which is this piece by Bach." The teacher's eyes fell on the last row of the steps. On the young man, he pointed out: "I hope that some experienced students will complete this assignment with humility, and the groups will help more."

Zhao Hele stopped holding the pen and looked up at the new teacher on the stage. What does this mean?

The new teacher of their chamber music ensemble class is a music professor who has just entered the school. He is very young, but he feels very difficult to mess with.

“A certain classmate in the class participated in a violin duet in Luxembourg at the beginning of this year, with the internationally renowned violin master Fidelis. Such a precious experience must be very impressive. But don’t be inflated, because it is still At school." The teacher paused, his gaze focused: "An excellent violinist must not only have rich stage experience, but also a theoretical foundation."

Zhao Hele lowered his head and closed the music score, couldn't help but smile in his heart, is this talking about him?

The moment he looked up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Teacher, what are you referring to?"

The teacher smiled and said, "The Department of Music Performance is going to open an international master class. Your class teacher called you to enter, but I think you are not qualified enough. Maybe you are very famous in Europe, but with me, you have to pass my test first." .So in these few assignments, I hope that the students in your group can choose more difficult pieces, otherwise the teacher still can’t accept that a freshman enters the international master class just because he has a few stage experiences.”

The faces of the other three students who were with Zhao Hele suddenly darkened. Isn't this unfair to them!

Among them was the unlucky Zhou Wei.

"It's not a teacher, how can you do this? We can't make our difficulty more difficult just because of Zhao Hele, it's not fair!" Zhou Wei said dissatisfied.

"Of course you can also choose the homework I arranged for you this time, but..." the teacher smiled and said, "The score is not that high. You know, you are also very lucky to be in the same group as Zhao Hele."

Assi.

Zhao Hele complained silently, the teacher who changed this semester is simply poisonous.

"Okay, let's watch this video, and please take notes."

Zhao Hele looked down at the composition list in his hand, his name, Zhou Wei, and two girls from the viola class and the cello class.He couldn't help crumpling the ball of paper with his hands, and looked up at the young professor sitting above him, where did he provoke this person?

What kind of pressure is this putting on yourself?

There are other international master classes, he doesn't know at all.

After class, he left the three members of the group behind.

He didn't look at Zhou Wei with a dark face, and he was lucky to get a share with this guy, but the two girls had to comfort him.

The viola and the cello are both gentle-looking girls, and they are both showing embarrassment at the moment. It is obvious that they feel a lot of pressure when they are told by the teacher.

"I'm sorry, I made it difficult for you." Zhao Hele comforted the two girls in front of him: "But I promise, we can finish it, okay?"

When the two girls saw the young man who was gentle and comforting to them, they seemed to relax a little, and they both nodded.

But Zhou Wei is not so easily fooled.

"Zhao Hele, it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes to be able to get involved with you. It was originally a quartet work, and we are not familiar with it. Now we can't use Bach." Zhou Wei sat on the stairs and frowned: "This Teacher, it's not that easy to solve."

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him smiled easily: "What are you afraid of, I won't let you suffer, as long as you cooperate with me."

The two girls nodded one after another. They were inexperienced and could only play the piano, but they had never played with anyone before.

Zhou Wei snorted coldly: "It's best!"

……

Lin Wenxuan sat cross-legged on the piano bench, leaned back and rested her hands on the piano cover, but frowned in disgust as she watched Fa Xiao playing the sad song in front of her.

"Zhao Hele, it's so sad, let's change to another song, it's hard to hear."

Zhao Hele ignored what people were saying and continued to complete the piece with his eyes closed.

I saw that the person's brows were slightly frowned, showing depression, coupled with the blue eyes, this emotion seemed to be integrated into the music, which made people worry.In the next second, the passionate transition of the passage adds to the melancholic mood, as if grasping people's hearts, as if they are crying and praying for something.

However, there seems to be something missing.

The music stopped abruptly.

Lin Wenxuan looked dissatisfied when she saw the person put down the bow with a frown: "Why did you stop?"

"I can't find the feeling." Zhao Hele sighed and leaned against the wall behind him, drooping his brows in thought: "There seems to be something missing."

Thinking about other things interfered with his emotions a bit.

Put the piano back into the case and took out the mobile phone to listen to Tchaikovsky's "Andante Like a Cantabile" recorded by their combination again. Looking at the score's own parts, he obviously remembered it all, and the rhythm and pitch are accurate There is no problem anymore, but when the four of them are together, they still can't express the feelings of the song. Now even I feel that it's not enough.

"Although I don't understand and I can't give any advice, but I want to say, you should rest." Lin Wenxuan frowned and pointed at the bottom of her eyelids: "Don't work so hard, can you bear it after practicing all day long? Zhuo Yi went to M City to see his buildings, and you started to be so presumptuous, in fact, he is not useless, at least he can control you."

The hand that turned the sheet music paused, and my heart skipped a beat: "What did you say..."

Then he felt a certain hand pressing on his head and pressing down.

"Zhao Hele, are you..."

"no!"

"Zhao Hele..."

"what!"

"We haven't just met. I can tell what you're thinking by looking at your expression." Lin Wenxuan put down his hands and looked at the person: "You seldom get distracted when you practice the piano. You can tell what's bothering you. Is it because Zhuo Yi? Maybe I know you better than you think. If you really don’t like Zhuo Yi, you would definitely avoid him and even say goodbye the first time you knew he liked you. But you didn’t, Instead, you agreed to him chasing you. What kind of logic are you doing to provoke others? If you don’t like it, you don’t like it. If you like it, you like it. Zhao Hele, I’ve been holding back for a long time, you know, if you don’t say anything, I’m going to beat someone up. "

Zhao Hele looked at the sheet music pretending to be nonchalant, and his heart, which was already crumbling, almost 'dust settled'!

The hand that turns the page reveals the mood of the person at the moment.

Snapped--

Lin Wenxuan covered the hand that turned the page with a palm, and said, "I don't support it."

Zhao Hele looked at the hand covering the back of his hand, and slowly raised his eyes.

"But as long as you like it, I have no right to stop it. Don't be hypocritical because of me or something, embarrassing me is already enough." Lin Wenxuan rubbed his hair and said with a relaxed smile: "My best friend Ah, hello, I'm fine."

The astonishment in Zhao Hele's eyes was evident. He looked at Lin Wenxuan. He hadn't dared Zhuo Yi to get too close these few days, because since he heard what someone said to Cheng Lin that day, he was afraid that this guy would do something because of something. Fry at one point.And the thoughts that have been suppressed and crumbling all the time seem to be instantly clear at this moment, like an explosion on the spot, shaking his head soberly.

Because he is bothering whether he likes Zhuo Yi o(╥﹏╥)o

After returning from Luxembourg, he began to doubt himself. The smooth process of being bent was not as difficult as it was said on the Internet. He felt that the process of being bent by the male god was a matter of course, easy to grasp, and easy.

On the one hand, he was annoyed about the fact that he was really beaten, and on the other hand, because of Lin Wenxuan's attitude, he was afraid that this guy would really settle accounts with Zhuo Yi if he was unhappy. After all... he had already found Cheng Lin.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "My best friend, the boat of our friendship hasn't capsized yet, right?"

"Packing too many things won't sink for decades."

"Then if I tell you a secret, I can't tell anyone else."

"You have been broken, you have fallen in love with Zhuo Yi, and want to be with someone, which of these three?"

He looked up embarrassedly and smiled: "It's all."

Lin Wenxuan's lips trembled slightly, and the anger and grievance that had been brewing in his eyes for a long time finally turned into a... He clenched his fists tightly and did not make a move, his chest heaved slightly, and his annoyed hands grabbed the person's shoulders and shook them:

"Zhao Hele, you... hey."

Zhao Hele touched his nose in embarrassment: "In fact, I struggled for a long time and didn't want to admit that I was bent, but when you said that just now, I felt relieved, because I was afraid that you would be unhappy."

"I'm not happy!" Lin Wenxuan gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"But you said I'm good and you're fine." Zhao Hele looked at the person with a sincere face: "Isn't it?"

Lin Wenxuan raised his hand and flicked the person's forehead forcefully: "Baa, you're dead head! Chick."

"What about Cheng Lin?" Zhao Hele thought of the extremely weird atmosphere in the dormitory these two days, especially after Zhuo Yi went to M City: "Is it equal?"

"Same yarn!" Lin Wenxuan said angrily as if thinking of something: "That guy is not the same type as you and Zhuo Yi. I am considering him as appropriate. The flirting with the little boy last time is not over yet. He must be an invisible one." An old hand in the jungle, he found a little boy to attack after holding back by our side for a long time, and now we found out and didn't explain it clearly, so it's not easy to solve it."

Zhao Hele was speechless, he didn't know why this guy was still angry, but there was one thing that had to be kept secret: "Don't tell Zhuo Yi, I've been ripped off."

"Talking..." Lin Wenxuan looked at the person impatiently: "Why did I tell him that I broke you so easily and wanted to snatch my best friend from me so easily? It's not that easy!"

It's not that easy...

Zhao Hele bit the cap of the pen with a tangled expression, so he can't act as if he is easily bent and chased. Compared with the methods of male gods, he will strengthen them.