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　　 Han Xingjing was pushed by Tu Ruan, "The dance teacher has the best temper. Don't worry if you practice slowly. The vocal teacher is a bit fierce, but that's a habit. Don't be afraid.

"As for musical instruments, the teacher is really bad-tempered, and you didn’t say what you can do. You might try it at that time. If the teacher thinks you are suitable for learning musical instruments, let’s not learn them. Musical instruments are not a day. I can learn it in two days."

　　 Tu Ruan was afraid that if Han Xingzhen was scolded and cried by the teacher, his mentality would be affected. After all, all the teachers were vegan, and the teachers were all professional. In the past two days, some people were scolded and cried by the teacher.

　　 Han Xingxuan nodded, and before he could speak, he was pushed into the locker room by Tu Ruan.

　　It doesn't count if I pushed forward, but I kept urging Han Xingxun at the door to hurry up.

　　 "I'm at the company in the afternoon. It's best to communicate directly with the teacher if you have any questions. Of course, you can call me, and I will go back to see you."

　　 Tu Ruan said as he took Han Xingzhen to the door of a vocal music classroom, knocked on the door, heard the response from the inside, and pushed Han Xingzhen in again.

　　 Han Xingzhen was pushed a bit by Tu Ruan, but she couldn't see that the girl whose appearance and name were very soft and cute had a lot of strength in her hands, and she was quite anxious.

　　 The vocal music classroom is not big. The teacher was standing in front of the keyboard and flipping the score. He saw Han Xingxun smiled, "Just came from school? Drink some water to moisturize your throat and adjust your breathing."

　　 A gentle-looking middle-aged man points to a paper cup on the table that has been filled with water.

　　 Han Xingzhen bowed to the teacher, walked to the table, took a paper cup, still warm water, it seemed that there was no shadow of Tu Ruan's fierce words.

　　 "After you have adjusted it, just sing a few sentences to me and see your basics."

　　 After taking a few deep breaths, Han Xingzhen sang the climax of a classic old song with only four lines.

　　 "The breath is pretty good, but the intonation is not good. I have a big white voice and don't know how to use air." The vocal teacher commented on the booklet in the folder.

　　 closed the folder and commented, "You have to practice."

　　 "Do you have any thoughts on performing on the first stage evaluation in half a month?"

　　 Han Xingxuan shook his head.

　　 "Let’s go, practice first, think about your first comment program before next class. If there is a singing part, learn the lyrics before class and familiarize yourself with the rhythm."

　　Because Han Xingzhen didn't think about her initial review, the teacher had no way to start. He could only practice from the most basic breathing and vocalization methods, and at the same time helped Han Xingzhen find her vocal range.

　　 I really started teaching, and Han Xingzhen really realized why Tu Ruan said that the teacher is more fierce.

　　 When I first started talking about breathing, Han Xingzhen could still keep up with the teacher. After all, since childhood, she has been able to keep up with her every day to strengthen her body, exercise her body, and breathe. As soon as the teacher said, she could still understand it.

　　 It’s just that the class time is too long. Gradually, Han Xingxian became a little distracted, and the things he taught became more and more complicated. Han Xingxian gradually couldn't keep up with the teacher's rhythm and couldn't meet the teacher's requirements.

　　 "What about the ears, you only open your mouth when singing, don't you wear your ears? The range is over, so come down, put it away."

　　 "Stay steady, what is floating, the sound is floating, the continuous tone should be rounded, what does it mean to be rounded, the transition should be smooth, softer, the reception is wrong, and try again."

　　 "I don't have my brain anymore? This is a pause, a pause!"

　　 "Pause, what is a pause, short, let the audience hear your pause, flexible, since it is short, it must be flexible."

　　 "Go back to practice, practice quickly, your basics, no, not at all, I will send you the playlist when I turn back, and listen and sing more after the pronunciation is finished."

　　 Han Xingzhen, who is a top-level spirit, was so aggressively trained by his teacher that he couldn’t hold back.

　　 The two-and-a-half hours of zero-based training was over soon. When Han Xingxuan walked out of the vocal music classroom, he felt that his mouth was dry, so stop **** and singing.

　　 Tu Ruan was waiting for her in the corridor of the classroom. Han Xingzhen first went to the pantry duangduangduang to fill his stomach with water, then went to the bathroom, feeling that his brain was back again, and then went to the musical instrument classroom again.

　　 This classroom is relatively large, at least three times the size of a vocal music classroom. One window and the other three walls are filled with various musical instruments.

　　 From traditional instruments to Western instruments, from orchestral to percussion, Han Xingzhen has everything that Han Xingzhen can think of, and there are even some that she can't name.

　　 For no reason, Han Xingzhen remembered the living room of the Han family that she had never set foot in, but passed by repeatedly. There were also many musical instruments in it. The most central one was a grand piano.

　　 Subconsciously, Han Xingzhen looked at the piano facing the door of the musical instrument classroom.

　　 "Han Xingzhen, he has no specialties. He didn't know how to make an instrument before?"

　　Han Xingzhen was still staring at the piano, and an emotion of awe, fear, and desire to possess instantly came to his mind.

Awe, Han Xingzhen can understand, and awe is normal for the elegant musical instruments that he has never been able to touch. If you want to have it, it’s better to understand. It’s normal to want to own things that you don’t have; but what is fear, Han Xingzhen is best. Unexplainable.

　　 is probably the memory left by the original body?

　　 "Han Xingzhen?" The teacher shouted again, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com recalled Han Xingzhen's consciousness.

　　Han Xingzhen quickly apologized, "Sorry teacher, there are so many musical instruments here, I was a little shocked."

　　 Probably the teacher was not surprised, waved her hand to indicate that she was okay, and asked again, "Don't know any musical instruments?"

　　 Han Xingzhen said embarrassedly: "I learned Erhu from my family's elders when I was young, but I haven't learned it for many years, and I don't remember anything."

　　 This is not a deceit. When I was a child, I followed the old Taoist to show off the erhu. However, the old Taoist did not ask her for anything.

　　 When the old Taoist was alive, she practiced and learned once a week. Later, the old Taoist and Taoist temple were gone, and the erhu was gone, and she never touched the erhu again.

　　 "Why keep staring at the piano? Want to try?" the teacher asked.

　　 Devilishly, Han Xingxuan nodded.

　　 "Then sit and try."

　　 Just like children picking musical instruments when they are young, the teacher is very tolerant to let people try them. How can I know what I am interested in if I don’t try.

　　 Foundation is one thing, talent and interest are the same.

　　 With both hands on the black and white piano keys, without Han Xing's brains, he played fluently and naturally, the song "On the Lake" was melodious and brisk.

　　 Not to mention the teacher who doesn't hold any hope, even Han Xingzhen was shocked. This is probably the muscle memory the original owner gave her.

　　 "Really never studied?" the teacher asked again.

　　Han Xingzhen is a bit too much to say that he hasn't studied before.

　　 Teacher nodded, "You can do it with a boy, this is a fourth-level song, it's very good."

　　 "What else?"