She was sitting in the corner and didn't raise her hand to ask a question just now. When she heard Mr. Tang's words, she stood up with a shy look and lowered her head slightly, as if she felt a little inferior.

In fact, she is the top student in the music department after Mo Liusu.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep up with Mo Liusu.

Dongyang University's School of Arts has a total of three departments. Unlike other arts universities, piano is an independent department and it is just a major here.

In recent years, because of Mo Liusu, Dongyang University forcibly pushed piano geniuses from several other major art universities to the ground and rubbed them to death, which offended some people.

Even the Shanghai Conservatory of Music specially recruited several top piano talents from Europe to prepare to compete with Mo Liusu.

This large classroom was originally for the music department. The piano is standard, and other instruments are also available in the next room. It is easy to form a symphony orchestra.

Wei Qinghuan bowed to Su Mu timidly:

"professor."

Su Mu smiled and said:

"Play one of your favorite songs."

Wei Qinghuan bowed to Su Mu again, then walked to the side of the piano and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, her aura seemed to change.

The classroom was quiet.

The cheerful piano sounds.

Wei Qinghuan's hands danced rapidly on the keys, appearing very involved.

There was some relief and recognition on the faces of Mr. Tang and others, but there was just a hint of regret in their eyes, but they couldn't hide it at all.

Su Mu couldn't help but smile softly.

This girl named Wei Qinghuan is actually not as talented as Xiao Liusu.

However, she does have a bit of inferiority complex.

This resulted in her piano skills, which can only be described in four words.

Average.

Can't say bad.

However, there is always a little regret.

It's that scripted feeling.

To put it more bluntly, it lacks emotion.

It's like a copy machine.

A true artist must have a soul.

The song ends.

Wei Qinghuan stood up quietly, turned around and found Su Mu standing next to her, her face turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head and bowed again, preparing to retreat.

Su Mu stopped her, then sat in front of the piano, raised his head and smiled gently at Wei Qinghuan, and patted the seat next to him:

"Sit next to me."

Wei Qinghuan was immediately at a loss. He blushed and wanted to run away, but he did not dare to move.

After hesitating for a long time, she sat down next to Su Mu like a frightened bird.

Su Mu smiled softly:

"Can I see your hands?"

Wei Qinghuan was as frightened as a deer and subconsciously wanted to run away.

But he still mustered up the courage and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Her fair and slender fingers are indeed suitable for playing the piano.

Su Mu actually grabbed her hand:

"I'll only teach you once."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, and his whole person seemed to have changed.

An inexplicable aura enveloped him.

One hand is like an elf, jumping on the keys with incomparable grace.

Everyone gasped at the same time.

Blind bomb?

one-hand?

Practice makes perfect with a piece of music, and you will naturally be able to play it blindly.

But what the hell...one hand?

How fast is this?

It's a piano piece that Wei Qinghuan just played.

We are all professionals, so we are completely confused.

Including Mr. Tang.

Different from before.

It's even different from any other time I've heard this song.

The cheerful notes instantly entered the ears of everyone present, and then exploded with a bang.

Straight to the soul.
Chapter completed!