Chapter 52

The group walked into the classroom. The music classroom was very large, with more than ten rows of tables and chairs. In front of it were two pianos and some electronic appliances.

"I'll test you first."

Huang Ye sat in front of a piano: "you pay attention“

He reached out and played a slow, elegant tune. After about a minute, he stopped.

"Is that a good tune?"

He asked Meng Huo, who nodded: "OK."

He doesn't know how to evaluate a piece of piano music, but it sounds good.

Huang Ye stood up and said, "well, sit down and play the tune again."

"Mr. Huang Ye, are you going too far?" Wang Hai stepped forward, his face a little bit bad, asked: "a person who has not received music education, how can you let him remember such a long tune?"

He is a little angry. Huang Ye is obviously changing his way to refuse Meng Huo.

"I said not to teach people who have no musical foundation." With pride on his face, he doesn't buy the dean's account: "he's sixteen years old. If he doesn't have talent, why should I teach him alone? I only give talented children the back door. If they want to learn from me, they have to prove their ability. "

"But." After a cold hum, he explained: "I don't expect him to do it 100% well. As long as he plays it almost, I can promise."

"How can you play almost the same thing?"

Wang Hai was even more angry. After listening to that piece of music for one minute, he could only remember the general melody. Meng Huo didn't even know the corresponding tone of the piano keyboard, so it was impossible to play it again.

Alice was also in a dilemma: "Mr. Huang Ye, can you play it twice? It's very embarrassing."

She knows Meng Huo's memory is very good, but just now Huang Ye didn't explain in advance, who will go to see his gestures? If you can play it twice more, maybe Meng Huo can repeat it.

“……”

Huang Ye thinks that he didn't make it clear just now: "well, I'll play it again. This time, your eyes and ears should be clear."

He just sat down to play, but Meng Huo suddenly made a sound.

"No, I can play it again."

All three were stunned, wondering if they had heard the wrong thing.

"What did you say?" Wang Hai opened his eyes: "Meng Huo, don't try to be brave. How can you do this?"

"I didn't show off. I can play it again." Meng Huo looks at Huang Ye, who sneers to himself. He is really a child who doesn't know the heaven and earth. But he was so happy that he stood up and said, "then you can play it."

"Meng Huo..."

Alice was a little worried.

"Nothing."

Meng Huo comforted and sat down with his hands on the piano keyboard.

"Well?"

Huang Ye is slightly surprised. He finds that Meng Huo's position is very correct. It's exactly where he started just now. It turns out that the boy has carefully looked at his gestures.

But Meng Huo put his hand there, but he didn't do it. He closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if remembering the order of Huang Ye's hand.

Wang Hai and Alice mention their hearts, while Huang Ye shakes his head in his heart. The melody he plays is not fast, but the amount of one minute is enough to make new people feel dizzy. Even those children who have a foundation have to teach several times to learn. The more Meng Huo wants to recall, the more complex he feels.

However, after half a minute, Meng Huo opened his eyes and his face became confident.

In fact, he didn't particularly remember Huang Ye's hand movements at first, but he can remember what came into his eyes. Now he has extracted the movements of Huang Ye's hands from his brain and figured out the order of the buttons.

However, to be clear, whether it can be played out is the big problem.

People who have never played the piano will be clumsy even if they aim at the music score, and it is difficult to use their hands well. Meng Huo can only cheat and use the air in his mind.

He slowly loses the air mass to his hand, and soon feels that the control of his fingers is more flexible than usual. In this mode, he can do things that he can't do normally. Of course, the air mass will continue to disappear. Meng Huo must seize the time.

"Dang ~"

The first note of the piano was played by him, and then the second and third notes became smooth from the stiffness at the beginning. Meng Huo could not adjust the volume. The noisy voice was unpleasant, but the melody was the same as that of Huang Ye.

After about two minutes, Meng Huo finished the last note, and the classroom was silent."Did it work?"

Is Meng Huo a musical genius?

"Hoo..."

Alice was relieved. Although she was surprised, she had been with Meng Huo for such a long time and was psychologically prepared for this situation.

Only Huang Ye, his inner voice is impossible! Of course, this is impossible. A person who says that he has never studied music plays a piece of piano music that he has only heard once. This talent is rare in the world. Huang Ye believes that the top musicians in China can't do this when they study piano.

"How did you do it?"

Huang Ye strode over and grabbed Meng Huo by the shoulder: "have you ever heard this piece of music before? Or where did you play the piano? "

With these words, Huang Ye himself is stunned. He suddenly remembers that this piece of music is made by his heart and will not be known in advance.

So - is the child in front of you... A musical genius never seen before?

Meng Huo had some pain in his shoulder. He frowned slightly: "don't press me. I always say I haven't played piano. If you don't believe me, I'll learn from others."

He just wants to deal with it casually, so that there will be an excuse to come up with the songs of his last life in the future, which teachers are the same. And Huang Ye is very impolite. Meng Huo wants to move his hand away.

But before he started, Huang Ye took the initiative to move his hands: "hold, sorry, I didn't hurt you!"

The middle-aged musician's eyes suddenly became hot, his face was ruddy, and his attitude was reversed.

"Your name is Meng... Meng Huo, isn't it?" He carefully said: "no problem, I teach you piano, no, it should be said, please let me teach you piano!"

"You are absolutely a musical genius. How can ordinary teachers teach you? Let me do it!"

Huang Ye turned around excitedly and took Alice's hand: "Miss Xu, I've decided to teach this child. Tuition is free."

He then looked at Wang Hai and said, "director Wang, you just said that this child is the third grade, right? Oh, don't let him study. It's a waste of musical talent for him to be with ordinary children. If you leave him with me, I can teach a top pianist in two years. "

“……”

Wang Hai's brain can't keep up with the changes of the situation. What's the matter? Meng Huo suddenly becomes a sweet cake?

But Huang Ye's expression is too excited, which makes Meng Huo frown and have to interrupt: "sorry, Mr. Huang, I can't learn too long."

He said calmly, "also, I'm only free on Wednesdays."

His main business is comics, music is only secondary, and Meng Huo found that piano learning is not difficult for him, maybe not long to play