"Okay, that's all for today's lesson." Yin Dixiao turned off the courseware on the whiteboard with a little ease, "Everyone disperse." The students breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the man's command, and they simply stood up and stretched their sore waists. Obviously, I was tossed by these boring music theory knowledge.

"It's finally time for class." Even Ren Shupeng, who has always been known as a scholar, has a little unbearable look, but He Beifan doesn't feel anything, he has been worried about learning the piano recently, so he will seem a little sad. The boy got up from his seat, packed his schoolbag and prepared to leave, but when he walked to the podium, he was stopped by Yin Dixiao.

"Beifan, you stay for a while." The man said with a somewhat casual look, "Don't hurry home first, come to the office with me." Yin Dixiao's face didn't have any expression, and He Beifan naturally didn't understand what he was thinking, but he looked surprised, "Huh? He looked puzzled, but remembered his recent performance, and then fell silent again.

"What's wrong? I called you, are you surprised? Yin Dixiao's tone was very cold, Beifan had been disappointing men as if he had changed recently, so he didn't plan to give him any good faces.

"No, no." He Beifan sensed Yin Dixiao's anger, and he didn't want to provoke him again. Just stood silently aside, watching Yin Dixiao deal with his documents, the students in the class gradually left, the small music room became extremely empty at this time, and in a blink of an eye, only He Beifan and Yin Dixiao were left, but the man kept his head down and was busy with his own affairs, and did not take He Beifan in his eyes.

Beifan didn't dare to relax in front of him, although the boy's shoulders were a little sore from the weight of the schoolbag, he still stood upright, and his eyes kept looking at Yin Dixiao's face, not understanding what he was going to say to himself. A few minutes later, Yin Dixiao suddenly spoke, "Since there are only two of us in the music room now, there is no need to go to the office again." His words sounded cold and warm at this point.

"Do you know why I left you here today?" Yin Dixiao's eyes looked directly at Beifan, which made him shudder. Such a quiet atmosphere made Beifan can't help but have some panic, "I don't understand, please say it directly." The boy had an indescribable apprehension, but he did not lose his proper politeness. In front of Yin Dixiao, he looked extremely respectful, but the man didn't take his respect for himself seriously.

"You don't know?" Yin Dixiao rolled his eyes at Jiehe Beifan, "Okay, then I'll tell you." He stepped down from the podium with his leather shoes on his feet and sat down in front of the chairs and stools in the music room. But Beifan was still standing to the side with a restrained face, he pursed his lips, realizing that Yin Dixiao was really angry with himself.

"He Beifan, what's wrong with you lately? Don't you feel like you've become less like yourself? "Yin Dixiao's words are hard to hear, but fortunately, He Beifan's ability to bear is not comparable to his peers." You look at what kind of state you are in class today, absent-minded, and you want to die. Yin Dixiao became more and more angry when he said this, "Come, tell me, what are you thinking about in class?" His hoarse roar came from the small space.

Beifan's heart was very chaotic, but there was some pain, and he could only bear it alone, and it was inconvenient to say anything to Yin Dixiao. Therefore, for a long time, he didn't say a word, but tilted his cheeks slightly to the side, and his slightly sad eyes looked out the window, "It's nothing." He said flatly, with a calm look.

"Nothing?" It's okay if He Beifan doesn't speak, but as soon as he speaks, Yin Dixiao can't suppress his anger, "This is your attitude towards me?" Ask you what you're thinking in class, and it's nothing. Yin Dixiao then smiled bitterly again, "He Beifan, you are really looking for skills now." The man sat on the chair and looked like an uncle, but he didn't notice the tightness and awe on the boy's cheeks.

"I'm sorry, maybe I had a bad attitude just now." He Beifan's head was lowered, but he didn't actually feel that he had done anything wrong. After all, Yin Dixiao can only be regarded as an outsider to him. He felt that his words were a little unbridled, and he added, "I have been a little absent-minded in class recently, but I won't be next time, and I ask for your pardon." When it came to this, He Beifan thought that Yin Dixiao could let himself go, but he didn't.

"How do you make me believe your words?" The corners of his eyes rolled, obviously he had lost the most basic trust in He Beifan. It's not that he hasn't given the boy a chance, but He Beifan has touched his bottom line again and again, so Yin Dixiao doesn't plan to put up with him anymore, "How many times have I told you, have you listened?" Yin Dixiao asked sharply, "Tell me about you, you were in a daze in class yesterday, you are still like this today, and you have no intention of repenting at all." The more he spoke, the more angry he felt, "He Beifan, how did you become like this now, you have no face and no skin." The man paused, and he gasped for breath, trying to control his emotions.

"Teacher Yin, I admit that I did something wrong." He Beifan is also a face-saving person, and Yin Dixiao's radical words have obviously stimulated his self-esteem, "I will definitely change." When the boy said this, he carefully observed Yin Dixiao's eyes, but without the slightest understanding, he understood that the man's anger had not been reduced. So he said quite knowingly, "Excuse me, what can I do so that you are willing to forgive me?" Beifan seemed to be humble enough, and he was begging for forgiveness from his master. In other words, as long as Yin Dixiao can dissipate his anger and give him a good face, then he He Beifan is willing to do anything.

"Are you so justified when you make a mistake?" Yin Dixiao naturally didn't take Beifan's humble attitude in his eyes, "He Beifan, you change it." You think I'm a good talker, right, that's why I do it again and again. He sighed, the expression on his face becoming more serious, "I don't have anything more to say, since you have made a mistake, you should be punished." ”

He Beifan didn't expect Yin Dixiao to make such a mistake by himself, this is too much of a fuss, but this is not the case for Yin Dixiao, Beifan is his most valued student, he naturally hates iron and steel. But Yin Dixiao couldn't think of any good moves, he stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something. As for He Beifan, his heart went up and down, and the cold sweat in his palms came out unconsciously. Yin Dixiao has never spoken to himself like this, let alone punished him. The more the boy thought about it, the more panicked he felt, what Yin Dixiao would let himself do was still unknown.

After a long time, the man spoke, "Go, bring me the sheet music from the piano stand." Yin Dixiao said and gave He Beifan a look, where did the young man dare to slack off. He hurriedly walked to the piano and carefully took down the booklet, although he practiced hard night and night, but now Beifan has no bottom at all.

He couldn't help but tremble when he held the piano score in his hand, Beifan's heart was panicked, but he politely handed the piano score to Yin Dixiao with both hands, and there was an unprecedented panic in his eyes. Yin Dixiao didn't know He Beifan's thoughts, he took the score and flipped a few pages very casually, but he felt that these tracks were too simple for He Beifan, so he looked back a little dissatisfied. At this time, Beifan settled down, and looking at Yin Dixiao's posture, he also wanted to embarrass himself, no matter what, people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat, so I simply calmed down.

And the man in front of him also stopped, his fingertips resting on the page of the sheet music, "That's it." Yin Dixiao said, and handed the yellowed booklet to Bei Fan. He Beifan picked it up in a little panic, ""The Tempest Minor, this ......" the boy said, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, this is a repertoire that he has never mastered. What's more, the long piano score looked a little tricky, so he stood where he was, refusing to move.

"What's wrong? You can't play if you haven't learned, right? Yin Dixiao naturally expected He Beifan to be caught off guard, but he wouldn't leave him a way back, "What about your self-learning ability?" Where is the ability to play on the spot? Under the persecution of the man, Beifan seems to have come to the edge of the cliff. He didn't want to explain anything, but silently came to the piano with the score in his hand.

The boy put the somewhat old booklet back on the piano stand, and his movements were extremely gentle. At this point, Bei Fan didn't plan to panic anymore, he sat down on the piano bench, slowly sorted out his thoughts, and tried to put his mind more peacefully.

"Alright, let's get started." Yin Dixiao urged impatiently, it seemed that all the preparations He Beifan had done were in vain, but he walked to the windowsill of the music room and picked up the whip that he almost didn't use, he didn't know what he thought, this might be a kind of deterrent.

Even without any preparation, Bei Fan still tried to make himself relaxed, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then put his slender and powerful hands on the familiar black and white keys, he didn't dare to delay any longer, just glanced at the sheet music and began to play. Although this track is more like a kind of difficulty, Beifan is also concentrating on the battle, and his mind has become extremely meticulous.

The piano sounded in the empty music room, and the boy on the piano bench sat upright, his hands beginning to leap gracefully. Yin Dixiao didn't know that it was time to stand next to him, and his eyes stared at He Beifan's hand motionlessly. Although he was very careful, the difficulty of the piano music was really unbearable for him, so mistakes were inevitable.

"What's the sound? I can see what the sound is. Yin Dixiao's ears were extremely sensitive, and he didn't seem to tolerate the slightest mistake, "Was that sound played like this just now?" As soon as the man's words fell, He Beifan's fingers were whipped fiercely. As the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, this sudden pain made the boy a little confused, and his fingers that fell on the black keys trembled subconsciously.

But this little grievance didn't seem to be anything to He Beifan, he played the wrong note again, and then continued to go down. However, before he could play a few sentences, he made a mistake again, but Beifan didn't realize it. Yin Dixiao will not let go of any slight mistake, and the man's attitude has become more and more severe.

"See for yourself what kind of rhythm this is, how many beats is this play? What are you doing? Can you be a little more careful? Immediately, the back of He Beifan's hand was coldly slapped again. The whip seemed to be much heavier than before, and the piano suddenly stopped. There was an obvious red mark on the back of his hand, but Bei Fan didn't say anything, and the next second he returned to his normal state.