cute special student

Because of the conflict between the two classes, the first practice ended in failure. Teacher Yang let them go to reflect.Everyone walked out of the music room sullenly. The two classes looked at each other, and they still didn't feel subdued.

After school, Nan Zhao wanted to eat pancakes made by Uncle Gu, so he asked the driver to drive the car to the old street, but after shopping around, he didn't find the small cart, so Nan Zhao had to go to the nearby square.

There are a few elementary school students playing musical instruments in the square, and they are probably rehearsing some kind of program.

Nan Zhao thought it was quite interesting, so he went over to watch for a while.Several children were holding western orchestral instruments. The children who played the saxophone seemed to be struggling, and their faces were flushed. It seemed that they were still in the beginner stage.

The old people walking next to them thought they were noisy and hid away. Only Nan Zhao listened to the song carefully and applauded actively after the end.

A few elementary school students looked at him curiously, and after seeing the backpack behind him, they asked, "Brother, do you study music?"

Nan Zhao nodded and said, "Yes, I am a music student in the nearby No. [-] Middle School."

The kid playing the saxophone said, "Wow, that's cool!"

Nan Zhao asked again: "Are you playing here by yourself? Where's your teacher?"

The elementary school student said: "Now that school is over, the teacher has gone home. In the past, the classmates thought we played badly, so we came out to practice by ourselves."

"It's not ugly." Nan Zhao said seriously: "It's just that I'm not proficient, just practice a few more times."

The primary school students laughed immediately after being praised, and someone asked, "Brother, what do you study? Why don't you play with us?"

Nan Zhao said a bit embarrassed: "I play the erhu, which is different from your orchestral instruments."

One of the children said coquettishly: "Erhu is also very cool, let's try it."

"Do you know the song just now? Why don't you bring us to it again, brother."

"Yes." It was a song that was often played in elementary school, and Nan Zhao had also learned it before.

The combination of erhu and orchestral instruments does have an indescribable sense of discord, but after trying it, it is unexpected.

Nan Zhao can adjust the speed and follow the rhythm of the primary school students. Although the primary school students are not yet proficient, they will try their best to keep up with Nan Zhao's tune. After a few tunes, they are unexpectedly harmonious.

After the song ended, the primary school students put down their instruments and clapped their hands excitedly: "Brother, you are so good!"

Nan Zhao encouraged with a smile: "You are also great, keep going."

After coming out of the square, Nan Zhao's mood improved a lot. After this incident, he felt that what Teacher Yang said was very reasonable.

In class the next day, Nan Zhao was still thinking about it, looking at the scenery outside the window with a thoughtful expression.

The Chinese teacher's voice was relatively deep, and when reading the text, there was a magical hypnotic effect. Shi Qiu pinched his thigh to prevent himself from falling asleep.

He saw Nan Zhao's ecstasy in a blink of an eye, and asked, "Nan Zhao, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking..." Nan Zhao hesitated for a moment before saying, "There's no need for our two classes to do this. Teacher Yang is right. Folk music and Western music can be combined with each other."

Shi Qiu said distressedly: "There is no way. Before you transferred to another school, the two classes did not like each other. The conflicts were not accumulated in a day, nor can they be eliminated in a day."

"That's right." Nan Zhao withdrew his gaze and sighed softly.

That night for self-study, the two classes met again in the music room. This time the sexiness was a little less, but they still practiced on their own, and there was no intention of playing in an ensemble?

Nan Zhao asked the monitor with some concern: "Squad leader, why don't you go and communicate with the monitor of the next class, let's not worry about the past for now, let's rehearse this performance first."

The class monitor sighed and said: "Do you think I'm such an unreasonable person? I already went to the monitor of the next class yesterday, and he said that he couldn't persuade his classmates, just like our class doesn't necessarily listen to me." of."

"Also, even if it is harmonious on the surface, it can still be felt when playing."

Nan Zhao also had no choice but to feel a little worried.

In the music theory class in the afternoon, the folk music class of the second year of high school and the western music class were about to rehearse for the second time. Before entering the music room, Mr. Yang specially emphasized to the two classes that they must work together and understand each other in order to perform well. s work.

Everyone verbally agreed, but when playing, the contradiction can still be felt from the music.Even a gentle person like Teacher Yang couldn't help losing his temper.

"Since you are all unwilling, then don't practice. I don't care what happened to your two classes before, but at this moment, you should be close friends. When the mood comes, the ensemble will naturally be harmonious."

"You only have one chance, if you don't grasp it, leave it to someone else. You junior high school students are all looking forward to having a formal performance!"

"I'll give you a few more days to get used to it. If the next rehearsal is still like this, I'll suggest to the school to change to the freshman music class."

Teacher Yang left without saying anything, leaving behind everyone who looked at each other in blank dismay.

As a music student, he should cherish every performance. At such times, Nan Zhao will always be the first to stand up: "I have a suggestion."

Everyone looked over in unison, waiting for his next words.Nan Zhao went on to say: "Tomorrow night, our two classes will go to the open space in the western suburbs for a competition. Any dissatisfaction will be expressed through music, but from then on, everyone must work hard to complete a performance."

The folk music class usually listened to Nan Zhao, but they had no objections. The monitor of the Western music class hesitated, and agreed for their class.

The news quickly spread throughout the school. Everyone knew that the two music classes had a duel from the freshman to the sophomore year. They all planned to watch the duel out of the excitement.

So in the evening of the next day, most of the students of the No. [-] Middle School did not go home, but gathered in the open space in the western suburbs. When Nan Zhao walked out of the teaching building, he ran into Gu Yan and happened to tell him about it.

Gu Yan took out a candy from his pocket and gave it to him, and replied softly: "Well, come on."

Nan Zhao tilted his head with candy in his mouth, "Are you going to see us?"

"I don't look at you." Gu Yan met his gaze: "I only look at you."

Nan Zhao showed a sweet smile. At this time, there was a call from behind. It was Nan Mu who knew about the matter and came to look for him.

"Then I'll go there first." Nan Zhao waved at Gu Yan and ran away.

After seeing Gu Yan's figure, Nan Mu said with displeasure, "Why did you get together with him again?"

Nan Zhao pretended to be innocent and said, "We're just talking."

"Come on, let's go after dinner."

At six o'clock, Nan Mu took Nan Zhao to have dinner, and sent him there at 05:30.

Nan Mu handed the erhu to Nan Zhao, and said, "I'll watch from the side. If there is a fight later, just call out and I'll go over to help right away."

Nan Zhao put the erhu on his back and said angrily: "What, we are not fighting."

Shi Qiu also came over. After seeing Nan Zhao, he wanted to come over to say hello, but when he saw Nan Mu behind him, he held back his steps.

Nan Mu raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Little trumpet, fight for your strength later and blow your trumpet louder."

Shi Qiu didn't dare to refute, so he walked quickly to his classmate, and Nan Zhao followed suit.

At around [-]:[-], the folk music class brought all the instruments and formed the formation, but the western music class next door was nowhere to be seen. The class leader looked at his watch and said, "Why haven't you come yet?"

But the time passed by bit by bit, and after six o'clock, no one from the Western music class showed up, which made the onlookers wait anxiously.

Tang Qian put down his pipa, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you afraid? Don't dare to come."

"It seems to be coming!" Someone shouted at this time.

Everyone followed the prestige and found a group of people walking towards this side with musical instruments on their backs. They thought they were from the western music class, but when they got closer, everyone found that those people were all unfamiliar faces.

Nan Zhao took a closer look and found that there was a familiar figure among the group of people, and it turned out to be Zhang Tao who had already transferred to another school.

Shi Qiu also found out, and questioned loudly: "Zhang Tao? What are you doing here!"

Zhang Tao glared at Nan Zhao fiercely, and then responded: "The people in the class next to you don't want to come, so I came here specially to hang you."

In fact, it was Zhang Tao who heard the news and knew that the western music class he had been in before was not going to come to accept the appointment, so he took advantage of the situation and planned to bring people to destroy the prestige of this folk music class.

Tang Qian immediately choked back, "Don't speak too arrogantly, it doesn't matter who hangs and beats, you are defeated!"

"Then come on!" Zhang Tao snorted, turned around and explained, the people next to him put out their musical instruments one after another, all Western instruments, this is obviously a symphony orchestra. "

Naturally, the folk music class was unwilling to admit defeat. Although the opponent had changed, a battle was inevitable after all.

Although it was different from what was expected, the sexiness was stronger, and the onlookers all opened their eyes, looking like they were watching the excitement.

The one chosen for the duel was a very classic song, with a very fast rhythm, without a solid foundation, it would definitely be disrupted later.

As soon as the erhu sounded, Jin Wanliang, on the side of the folk music class, Nan Zhao played the prelude first, the bow shook rapidly, leaving only an afterimage on the strings, this staggering speed caused a burst of exclamation.

"I'll go! This hand speed is amazing!"

"As expected of a talented player, work hard!"

"It's so handsome, as soon as he picks up the erhu, he shines brightly."

Meng Hao touched Gu Yan, and teased, "Your kid is pretty good, I guess you will have to double your rivals in love in the future."

The corners of Gu Yan's mouth curled up, his eyes were filled with tiny rays of light, even though the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, he could still see the brightest star.

After the first short paragraph passed, Nan Zhao stopped, and it was Zhang Tao's turn to set up his bow, and quickly picked up the rhythm, with the same hand speed.

Soon, other people joined in the performance, and the music of the two parties intertwined, as if forming two different forces, pulling in mid-air.

The big drum here is majestic, the military drum there is full of energy, the pipa here is like rain, the small harp there is clear and melodious, the hole flute here is continuous and revolving, and the flute there is melodious and floating, making the same tune Played into two very different feelings.

The mood of the onlookers was affected, and they fluctuated with the music, all of them were immersed in this grand occasion.

When the music reached the first climax, the two invisible forces quietly changed. Because Zhang Tao had a large number of people, he still had a little advantage in the ensemble.

Both sides felt this subtle change. Nan Zhao's men didn't stop, but sweat broke out on his forehead. The other party played a few violins to counter the sound of his erhu.

Zhang Tao raised his eyebrows slightly.There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, it was not in vain that he had worked so hard to invite so many people, and finally he could get rid of the shame.

Among the crowd of onlookers, some thoughtful people sensed it, and discussed in a low voice: "Did they have the upper hand? I feel that people from the folk music class are struggling a bit."

"Of course, there are only about [-] people in our folk music class, and the number on the other side is double that."

Gu Yan stared closely at the field, and could clearly see the beads of sweat on the child's forehead.

At this moment, someone yelled, "Another team is coming!"