As Jiang Ruijia thought, as one of the most powerful conservatories in China, Haicheng Conservatory of Music, most of the piano students are discussing about the Chopin International Piano Competition.

The first lesson this morning was a jazz music performance.

Jazz music is different from classical music, and the overall style is more improvisational, so this class is a hands-on class, with a group of seven or eight people.

Jiang Ruijia wrapped herself in her huge sportswear, pushed open the door and found that there were already five or six students in the room who had arrived at the classroom in advance, she did not hesitate, she sat directly in the back corner of the classroom, carefully watching the speeches of the people around her.

I can't help it, I'm used to social fear.

"Did you listen to the Shaw Qualifiers?"

"I listened, but I didn't listen much, what? Is there a more powerful one? ”

"Dongying and South Korea are still strong, I have heard a lot of Dongying and South Korean players, and their strength is really invincible."

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about? Our people are not weak, are they? ”

"Our people are not weak? I can only say that the first two rounds are not weak, and in the third round and the final round, how many can enter? You don't know how to count yourself? ”

Not a few, according to my estimate, maybe two or three?

Jiang Ruijia tilted her head in her heart, and then sighed.

Sure enough, only two or three people were able to make it to the third round anyway, and it feels like the fourth round may be wiped out again this year.

Obviously, there are players from Huaguo, Li Diyun went to serve as a judge, and there were obviously his own people in the judging group, how could he be like this?

Others are also discussing.

"I feel that Kong Qi is good, and the music he plays is as soft as the air, invisible yet tangible, and ubiquitous."

"Hmm, the hole gas is not as good as Xu Zi, Xu Zi is much stronger than the hole gas."

"Hmm, what other contestants? Huaguo's? Can it make a little impression? ”

"Wang Chao?"

"Hmm, the German one? I seem to have the impression that I met him when I went to communicate before, and he seems to be from Hans Eisler in Berlin? ”

"It's UdK's now, Berlin University of Arts."

"Oh yes, I forgot, who else is there? More noteworthy? ”

"Others are more noteworthy, I feel almost gone, and I will count Zhang Cheng after I have played enough, but I don't know exactly where he was before, but I seem to have a little impression."

"Wow, you all listen to a lot, I don't listen to domestic players, I listen to foreign players."

"It's actually normal to not listen to the domestic ones, and there are few domestic players who are particularly good this year."

"It does ......"

Everyone discussed casually, and there was no insult in it.

After all, everyone knows that among the three East Asian countries, the country with the worst classical music is Huaguo, and the strength of Dongying and South Korea is several times stronger than Huaguo.

Not to mention the traditional European countries that play classical music themselves.

If it weren't for Li Diyun, Wang Jia, Lang Liangyue and others to support this market, Huaguo might not have anyone who can talk about it.

Jiang Ruijia sat in the back and listened to the words again.

On the one hand, she does agree with what those people say, that is, the strength of Huaguo's players this year is not strong, or very weak.

It belongs to the bottom of the three East Asian countries.

But on the other hand, she wanted to tell them that Hua Guo was not completely without opportunities, for example, a person with a particularly strong foundation and super strength in playing tender phrases, but he was not a person with Chopin's taste.

Fu tune.

But even if they say it, those people probably won't think so, right?

After all, Chopin's feeling, if you really want to pop up, may require a lot of effort, and it is by no means something that can be done in a few months.

Of course, this feeling refers to the feeling in the bones, not the pretentious feeling that is imitated.

Fu Tune: Will he really be able to get Chopin's feelings out in the past six months?

Jiang Ruijia felt difficult.

She looked at the classmates in front of her who gradually shifted the topic from Xiao Sai's strength to Xiao Sai's appearance, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas......"

"Huh? Jiang Ruijia? Is there anything wrong with you? The classmate leaning in front heard a sigh and turned his head to ask curiously.

Jiang Ruijia immediately waved her hand frantically: "Huh? No, no, no...... It's okay. ”

"Huh?"

The man watched Jiang Ruijia's whole person's aura gradually become ethereal, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, but he could only shift his gaze and continue to discuss Xiao Sai's matter with others.

Jiang Ruijia fell into a deeper frustration.

Obviously, I want to discuss the content of Xiao Sai with them, and I finally have a common topic, why do I tremble as soon as I open my mouth.

I used to be able to play abstract stalks with leather cases on the Internet, but in reality, how to speak has become a problem?

Or...... After that, buy a latex holster and wear it out and go out?

Not?

Jiang Ruijia inexplicably thought of some strange pictures, her face instantly turned red, and she wrapped herself in a black tracksuit again.

Sure enough, latex clothing doesn't work, it definitely doesn't work, right? It's going to be hung up as a pervert, right?

Huh? Hang up? It seems like......

Just as Jiang Ruijia's thoughts drifted to a strange place, the door of the room was opened, and the jazz teacher pushed the door open and walked in, nodding slightly to everyone in the room.

"Early."

"Teacher, morning!"

"No, Jiang Ruijia, send today's score, and then don't sit in the back, come to the front."

"Good, good ......"

Jiang Ruijia slowly raised her head, took a deep breath, got up stiffly, walked to the teacher's side, took the score and distributed it to everyone, and then sat down again in the least crowded place.

She looked at the sheet music in her hand, it was a relatively simple melody.

Of course, jazz lessons are never taught in the classroom, but chords.

Melody is just a by-product of chords, and when you're learning jazz, the most important thing in the music you want to play is the chords.

The teacher sat on the piano at the front of the classroom, holding the sheet music in his hand and speaking casually.

"Well, what we learn today is the simplest swing, to use a more understandable way, that is, to turn all the diplets into triplets, and then lengthen the duration of the front, for example, double eight, when we turn it into the rhythm of swing, it can become a triplet of the first four and the last eight, for example."

The teacher puts his hand on the piano and plays it freely, and a very free jazz piece appears.

I don't know if it's because of his personal interest, at first he originally played according to the order of the notes on the score, but inexplicably it became an incomparably free performance, and he began to show it directly.

However, just as he was playing happily, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Hello, here's ...... Is there a classroom for pop/jazz piano playing? ”

Syllable!

There was a loud bang.

Jiang Ruijia slapped the table violently, her pupils couldn't help but widen, and she looked at the person in front of her in disbelief.