Cultivation system of the heartthrob male god [rebirth]

Zhuang Zhuoxi was fascinated by it, and his emotions could not help but fluctuate with the melody. After a few tunes, he discovered the common characteristics of these tunes.

These pieces are not the same as the ones he has heard before. They are not much different in the way of expression, and even the skills are not as good as the ones he has heard before. But the difference is that these pieces contain rich emotions. I poured my emotions into it.

This made Zhuang Zhuoxi feel strange, why is there such a big difference in playing the same piece by different people?And how do they manage to put emotion into the music they play?

Isn't this what they call a soul?Zhuang Zhuoxi was puzzled, pulled out the system and asked:

"Xiaoyu, what do you think of these pieces of music?"

The system said proudly: "The music is good, and the performance is also very good, but it is still not as good as the ones in my music library."

"Didn't you find that there is something more in the performance of these pieces of music?"

"I found out that the technique of playing is not good enough."

Zhuang Zhuoxi: "..."

System: "Host, do you think it's too good to be bound with me, I'll give you the best of everything!"

Zhuang Zhuoxi: "Yes, it's great to bond with you!" A piece of music will be played by many people, and the music recorded by the system is definitely played by the best people.

But this time Zhuang Zhuoxi discovered a problem. The system can only judge whether the music played is good or bad based on objective data, instead of adding the feeling of music to people to judge whether it is good or bad like a human being.

It seems that the system is also flawed, Zhuang Zhuoxi smiled inwardly, feeling that such a system is not so mysterious.

He didn't chat with the system anymore, but spent some points to record these songs into the system, and entered the learning space to study with Teacher Elizabeth.

After listening to these pieces, Teacher Elizabeth spoke highly of them and asked Zhuang Zhuoxi to study them carefully.

Zhuang Zhuoxi had a bit of a headache. He could find the problem, but he couldn't solve it. But with examples, he could study more. There is no rush to study at this time. He planned to listen to all the songs first.

He couldn't help but closed his eyes and listened carefully to these pieces. When he heard the last piece, he felt that this piece was different from the previous ones. It was obviously an ordinary piece, but because of the performer's unique way of playing, the piece suddenly seemed to be different. It becomes special, and the emotions it contains are more intense. Zhuang Zhuoxi can clearly feel the emotions vented by the performer.

After the music ended, Zhuang Zhuoxi picked up the CD and looked at it. The last piece was not marked with who played it. He felt a little regretful. Putting down the CD, he went to the piano. The piece just now gave him a different feeling. Also had some inspiration.

Putting his hands on the piano, he replayed the piece just now, and then tried to attach his spiritual power to the music. Yes, he guessed that the soul of the music that people said was due to spiritual power.

Although his spiritual power is not as powerful as in novels and TV, it is still possible to influence others a little through some media. For example, when he speaks, as long as he adds spiritual power, even if he speaks very quietly, others can still listen It is very clear that when scolding people, it can also be more effective than ordinary people.

He was able to be so successful in pretending, and a large part of the credit was due to his mental strength.

He tried to play a piece like this, recorded the piece into the system again, and asked Teacher Elizabeth to listen to it again. After listening to it, Teacher Elizabeth praised:

"Zhuang, you are really talented. It seems that you have mastered the secret."

Zhuang Zhuoxi finally breathed a sigh of relief, don't say that he has no soul anymore.

"only……"

Zhuang Zhuoxi raised his heart: "Teacher, what do you want to say?"

"Zhuang, why is there no emotion in your music? If you don't pour emotion into it, even if you master how to convey emotion, you can't be called soul."

Zhuang Zhuoxi: "..." The requirements are too strict.

"And Zhuang, I feel that your piano level has not improved. Do you not like piano anymore?"

Zhuang Zhuoxi's face was a little hot. Ever since two people said that he had no soul on the piano, he felt that he was not worthy of playing the piano. Although he was still practicing every day, he put a lot of effort into it.

After thinking about it, he told Elizabeth about his situation. After hearing this, Elizabeth was relieved:

"It turned out to be like this. When we say that your music has no soul, it doesn't mean that you are not good, but that you can be better and more perfect. This is probably a common problem of people like us."

Elizabeth said some other explanations, and Zhuang Zhuoxi understood after hearing it.Some people are very talented, they are born with strong spiritual power, and they are born to add their spiritual power to music, making their music more touching, so there is no need to be ashamed to be criticized and educated by such people, of course , the premise is that you have to realize whether you are a genius or an ordinary person.

Zhuang Zhuoxi's genes have been evolved, and his comprehensive level is relatively high, but in a certain aspect, he will not be better than a genius in that field, unless he puts in many times of effort. He understands this, and now he is finally not so inferior and ashamed.

"Zhuang, you are already great, and you will become even better soon."

Zhuang Zhuoxi nodded: "Thank you teacher."

After leaving the space, the system also said thoughtfully:

"Host, what Elizabeth said is right, you are already great, you have to have more confidence in yourself, don't be too inferior."

The system is very experienced. The hosts he finds are all people who were not good at the beginning. Most of them have low self-esteem. Even if they become good people after hard work, they will be weaker than those who are born good, especially Zhuang Zhuoxi. People who were bullied when they were young will have more low self-esteem.

But over the past few years, Zhuang Zhuoxi's mentality has become much stronger. If it takes longer, his mentality will become extremely strong, and nothing can defeat him.

After chatting with the system, Zhuang Zhuoxi finished today's homework. It was already late, and he had to go to bed now. He picked up his phone and looked at it, and found that he had received several messages, all of which were from Ning Hao Yes, and Ning Hao called him, but he didn't answer.

Zhuang Zhuoxi was very curious, so he opened the message and read it.

Number one: "I'm home."

Number two: "Did you finish your homework?"

Rule [-]: "Are you catching up with your homework?"

Article [-]: "If you can't finish your homework, I... can help you."

Ning Hao is really persistent and wants to help him with his homework!Zhuang Zhuoxi smiled slightly, and then he found that each message was sent half an hour apart, did he send it on the spur of the moment?

It's really hard for him to bother so much!

"Ding ding..." Another message was sent, Zhuang Zhuoxi checked the time, it happened to be half an hour.

When I opened the message, I saw the message read: Go to bed early, I will help you write the unfinished homework, you send the topic, I will write it and send it to you tomorrow.

This is serious!It seems that Ning Hao felt that playing with him today would delay his time and prevent him from completing his homework, so he must help him with this homework.

Zhuang Zhuoxi was about to reply him when he received another message, this time from Yu Xuan, which said: Zhuoxi, if you haven't slept yet, you should go to sleep, don't stay up late.

Yu Xuan knew how fast he was doing his homework, so he was not worried that he would stay up late to do his homework, but only worried that he would stay up late to study.

These people are very concerned about him, but they treat him like a child. Is he the kind of person who needs help with homework?Is it the kind of person who doesn't go to bed on time?

He is absolutely not now!

He picked up his phone and replied to Yu Xuan: Rest early.

He replied to Ning Hao: No, it's already finished.

After receiving the message, Yu Xuan looked at the phone and smiled slightly. He imagined how Zhuang Zhuoxi would respond to the message, and his heart suddenly became a little soft.

Ning Hao on the other end frowned when he received the message. It took him so long to reply to the message, he must be catching up with his homework, and then he saw that he had only done half of the homework, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

The next morning, when Zhuang Zhuoxi came to school, Yu Xuan had already made it on his seat. Zhuang Zhuoxi looked at his feet and asked:

"Does it still hurt?"

"One more thing, it hurts when you walk." Yu Xuan smiled: "Don't worry, it's not a big problem. You also suffered some injuries while playing basketball, and you must not have taken it to heart."

This is true, although Zhuang Zhuoxi didn't sprain his ankle, his knee was smashed and his knee was swollen at that time, but he didn't feel much pain, it was just that it was inconvenient to move.

Zhuang Zhuoxi responded to him with a nod of his head, and took out the league questions from previous years to do research. Before writing, Yu Xuan stood up to fetch water, Zhuang Zhuoxi raised his head and said:

"Give me the cup."

Yu Xuan gave him the cup in a daze: "What's wrong?"

Zhuang Zhuoxi got up, Lin Qi hadn't come yet at this time, he hadn't gone to school with Zhuang Zhuoxi for several days because of sleeping late, this made it easier for Zhuang Zhuoxi to move.

"Hot water or cold water." Zhuang Zhuoxi didn't show any expression, and his tone was calm, but Yu Xuan understood what he meant.

"Well, hot water, thank you."

Zhuang Zhuoxi nodded, and walked slowly to the water dispenser. The students next to him saw it, and said with a smile:

"Zhuangshen, let me pick it up for you."

"No need." He glanced at the classmate: "Thank you."

That classmate blushed, "Don't...you're welcome."

Yu Xuan propped his head up, looked at Zhuang Zhuoxi, watched him kiss his lips and deal with his classmates, watched his tall and straight figure shuttle in the classroom, and watched his handsome and fair face glowing brightly under the light. Everywhere is so beautiful.

He looks better when he smiles. He touched the photos in his notebook, and suddenly thought of something. Zhuang Zhuoxi smiled twice, it seemed that it was because of some interesting accidents, so did Zhuang Zhuoxi think this way? What's more interesting?If this kind of thing happened again, would he still smile?

Does he want to experiment?

Yu Xuan fell into deep thought. Zhuang Zhuoxi, who didn't know that he was being targeted, handed Yu Xuan the water he had received, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

In No. [-] Middle School, Ning Hao walked into the classroom as usual. His arrival made the students in the classroom quiet down. As soon as he sat down, someone talked about him:

"Ning Hao seems to be out of spirits, he must have stayed up late studying."

"No wonder his grades are so good? It turns out that he studied secretly."

Ning Hao who just stayed up late to do homework: "..."