Ahn Kwon Tao's performance was so amazing that when he stood up from the piano, the classmates below almost forgot to applaud!

Peng Tielin was also a little distracted, he still had in his mind the hands that had just been flying on the piano keys, if he didn't know for sure that the boy in front of him who was full of beauty with a Chinese surname was still a student, I am afraid he would think that the one playing in front of him was a pianist.

That's right, based on Peng Tielin's knowledge, An Quantao's performance can indeed be said to be against the sky, and it is so strong that it is a mess. So much so that when Peng Tielin came back to his senses, he couldn't help but murmur to himself in his heart: "This kid is really a student of Puban?" It can't be that some of the high schools attached to the conservatory came over and made a mess of it. ”

Peng Tielin thinks to himself that even if he has just graduated from school, he is afraid that his level is not as good as this student with a beautiful face, let alone now. In this ordinary high school, I tutor a group of amateur students every day, and I don't have much time to study, and my piano level is not as good as when I just graduated.

"Hey, there is such a superb student in the group, and I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I am happy that this means that there will be a seedling who will be admitted to a key college under my subordinates, and the sad thing is that he is here, and even he is embarrassed to speak the piano. Peng Tielin believes that as soon as his level comes out, even the students will see that it is worse than An Quantao. This makes him mess up in the future.

Although he thought so in his heart, Peng Tielin still showed an excited look on his face. He is a teacher, there is no reason to be jealous of his students, although this guy was not taught by him, after all, he is also his student, and he still has face when he says it.

"An, I didn't expect you to play the piano so well! Hehe, I want to give more guidance to other students in the future, you are welcome to join the piano group, by the way, you are so good, you can transfer to the art class, do you want me to talk to your homeroom teacher? Peng Tielin said happily.

"No, Mr. Peng, I think it's good to be in Puban. Learning cultural knowledge is also an important part of improving piano skills. An Quantao said with a slight smile. For Peng Tielin's praise just now, he accepted it happily, without a little embarrassment. Moreover, looking at his light and breezy appearance, he must have experienced a lot of big scenes.

"Hehe, yes, your teacher is really amazing, can you invite him to give a lecture to you if you have the chance?" Peng Tielin said happily.

"Teacher Peng, my teacher is in Yanjing, and he is very busy every day, I'm afraid I won't be able to spare time." Ahn Quan explained with a smile, but there was a hint of pride in his tone.

"Sure enough, only the teachers of Yanjing can have such a high level, I don't know if it is the alto or the Chinese Academy, to be able to teach such an outstanding student, the level of the teacher must not be low." Listening to An Quantao say that his teacher was from Yanjing, Peng Tielin was even more sure of his guess.

"Hehe, it's okay, it's okay. Kwon Tao, participate in more piano group activities in the future. Peng Tielin said enthusiastically, and then motioned for him to return to his seat.

Ahn nodded and turned to walk back, his face a little disappointed.

"Hey, Kwon Tao, good playing." Seeing An Quantao coming over, Liu Yufan smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"Thank you!" An Quantao nodded at him, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and prepared to go out through the back door after saying hello. Originally, he joined this group just for a piano room key, but now that the purpose has been achieved, there is no point in staying here any longer.

"This classmate, come up." Peng Tielin nodded with a pencil, and Liu Yufan said.

Hearing Peng Tielin point to himself, Liu Yufan stood up from the chair with a relaxed expression, and the moment he got up, he winked at An Quan.

Chu Yunfei was still immersed in the blow just now, but when he saw that it was Liu Yufan's turn, his mood immediately improved a lot, and his eyes radiated with anticipation.

"Hehe, the kid who hasn't taken the sixth level exam is going to show his eyes on stage, what will he play? Could it be a rowing boat, or a little star? Chu Yunfei watched Liu Yufan walk towards the piano, and guessed maliciously in his heart.

"Sit down, and tell me your name and repertoire." After the excitement just now, Peng Tielin was obviously a little out of shape at the moment. Maybe An Quantao's performance was too eye-catching before, and after seeing such outstanding seedlings, Peng Tielin was somewhat uninterested in the next selection. People are sometimes like this, they are used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and then they will feel no appetite when they go back to eat coarse tea and light rice. Obviously, An Quantao's K330 just now is an auditory feast for Peng Tielin, of course, he doesn't hope that there will be such a strange thing for the next students. It's harder than winning a five-million-dollar jackpot right away.

Most of the students who participated in the selection below are also like this, they haven't heard An Quantao's performance okay, but after listening, they found that the one they played before was not called the piano, and even a few who had not yet played on stage were ready to give up directly. And the thought that they were going to hear another clumsy performance made them want to leave the stage at once, lest their ears not be able to bear such a big gap.

Liu Yufan naturally sat down in front of the piano and adjusted the position of the piano bench slightly, as if he was not affected by An Quantao just now. Stretched out his arm to feel the distance between him and the keys, and after he felt that it was appropriate, he said in a relaxed tone: "Liu Yufan, "Defending the Yellow River"

"Defend the Yellow River!" Listening to these fluttering four words, An Quantao, who had already walked to the door of the classroom, stopped, and looked at the guy who was already sitting in front of the piano, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Adapted by yourself?" He speculated to himself.

Exhaling a breath gently, Liu Yufan calmed down, adjusted his state, and the next moment, he, who seemed to be sitting in front of the piano casually, immediately burst out with a different momentum.

Leaning forward, his arms slowly lifted from the shoulder joints, and about 30 centimeters away from the keys, he fell towards the keys with an incomparably dignified momentum.

"Knock~~~" The hands are deeply immersed in the keys, and the Yamaha piano makes a loud and rich sound, both hands are octaves, and under the drive of the shoulder joints, it slowly proceeds towards the treble with a calm, solid and unstoppable momentum!

The fourth movement of the authentic Yin Chengzong's version of the "Yellow River" Piano Concerto - Defend the Yellow River!

Although there is no symphony accompaniment, just by virtue of the octave ascending of these hands, it shows a majestic atmosphere like thousands of troops standing like mountains!

An Quantao looked at the hands on the piano fixedly, as if he had been immobilized, and the whole person couldn't move a step anymore!

And the students, who were still contemptuous just now, also put away their expressions at this moment. This heavy and powerful melody, like an invisible hand, grabbed their nerves. That solemn melody was like substance, and every sound it made was like a hammer, hitting their hearts hard!

Look at the figure in front of the piano, the powerful arms, the body leaning forward like a fighter, the resolute expression, like a brave fighter against the background of the music, and the piano is the weapon in his hand, the melody that is as calm and slowly advancing as a mountain, like an iron stream, to crush everything in front of him into powder!

"This~~ This is the most orthodox concerto version of the defense of the Yellow River!" An Quantao shouted in his heart, the figure in front of him seemed to be one with his teacher's vigorous figure! It's just that he still can't believe it, he can't believe that he would see someone playing this song in such a small place.

The more he couldn't believe it, the more he looked forward to Liu Yufan's next performance, because this prelude was just the beginning, and the place to really eat kung fu was still to come.

"Soon, soon to know." Ahn Quan Tao stared at the hands on the piano keys, and his breathing became a little short.

After "smashing" a bright sixth-grade chord in the high register, the hands crossed a graceful arc on the keys, and then like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, they quickly "grabbed" the keys in the low register, and the next moment, the hands were like two elves who woke up in an instant, and two shadows were indistinct on the keys!

At the same time, a stream of sound that was far faster than just now, like a torrent of steel, mixed with lightning and thunder, rushed towards the high register with an indomitable momentum!

If the first melody is like a mountain, then the second melody that follows is like an overwhelming torrent, and the end is extremely fast!

"What a great wrist basic skill! Such a fast octave with both hands, and every note is so uniform and accurate, oh my god, how did he do it! An Quantao stared at those hands, a fiery look flashed in his eyes, nervous and excited, and even made him forget to breathe!

The performance of others is similar to him, including Peng Tielin, even if he has not heard this song, he was completely attracted by the impact of these two waves of sound flow!

A burst of brilliance sounded like a storm, and the small splashing notes were like countless white mist bursting on the rocks, and it seemed to be a catharsis for the first two streams of sound!

The hands swept across the keys like a gust of wind, and the ten fingers rose and fell at a very high speed, and just appreciating the small movements of those fingers made people feel like they were short of breath!

Perfect technology!

"The wind is roaring, the horses are barking, and the Yellow River is roaring!" After a magnificent prelude, after a moment of silence, a pair of hands finally played the main theme of "Defending the Yellow River" in the middle range! The main melody like molten steel, and the sixteenth note octave descending chord like a river running through it, with a strong sense of rhythm, makes people feel as if the blood in their bodies is boiling!

(To be continued)