There was also the tomboy carrying bricks, standing in the middle of the passage as if he was immobilized. The bricks quietly slid from his hand, and the weight of more than 2.5 kilograms hit the foot, but he didn't notice it.

The beautiful sister leaned forward and her posture was extremely indecent, but when she was in this mood, who could care about these many trivial matters?

The original song of "Prelude and Fugue in E Minor" is more than five minutes long. After his own interpretation and the re-creation of a large number of polyphonic tunes, Song Baojun has reached more than eight minutes long.

During this process, Song Baojun held a cigarette butt in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly by the smoke. The climaxes followed one after another. More than a hundred listeners seemed to be riding a boat in a vast ocean and undulating, uncontrollable.

Music has the ability to stimulate human emotions and feelings. Just like the high notes of Russian singer Vitas, it can often arouse goose bumps in the audience. This is a kind of sound that stimulates brain cells through the eardrum to produce physiological effects. For example, the sound of scratching the blackboard can also cause people to feel tooth acid and discomfort. The principle is the same.

Guo Yuyan, among the two beauties of the Broadcasting Academy, was flushed into the eardrum by the rhythm. From the initial intensity to the peak, her emotions brewed to the peak. The long-accumulated desire for urine could no longer be endured, and all of them gushed out, making her trousers wet.

At this moment, she was riding a holy and handsome unicorn in the Christian paradise of Pure Land. Flowers bloomed everywhere and countless angels sang.

She was trembling, excited, and couldn't help but moan in a low voice. This intense pleasure bombed her nerves over and over again.

Until the sound of the piano gradually weakened and finally returned to silence, the audience almost lost their minds, like a frog with a spell, bound in its shell and unable to move.

The classroom was as quiet as silent.

Guo Yuyan was confused and had no place to go. As soon as the piano sound ended, she seemed to have lost the most precious thing. She didn't even know how her pants were wet.

Tu Fen once again felt the powerlessness of language and the poverty of vocabulary. The last time she felt this feeling was when she heard Wu Weiguo's "Chromosonic Fantasy and Fugue" played by D minor played by Wu Weiguo in 2008. The shock she brought to her at that time was indescribable, and this time she became even more pale.

Song Baojun stood up with his fingers off the keyboard, gently dusted off the ashes, and his eyes were full of contempt at everyone, saying, "I said, you can't sleep on your side for countless nights in the future, and what you think of will be this moment today. No one will forget it."

"Wow!" Everyone woke up from a dream, and then clapped loudly with all their strength. The thunderous applause was like a storm. The huge decibels shocked the ceiling fan on the ceiling sorrow and the ceiling almost overturned.

Everyone stood up involuntarily and looked at Song Baojun with a fanatical look. The man on the stage seemed to be a god who created light and darkness. On the black and white keys, he was God.

At this time, Song Baojun was still holding a cigarette butt in one hand, his face was dull and numb, and he stood quietly wearing a pesticide advertising T-shirt and plastic toe flip-flops. The applause that rolled in solidity seemed to have nothing to do with him. The proud personality brought by his literary personality made him disdain the audience in front of him.

The performance time was more than eight minutes, and the applause time was more than ten minutes.

Chen Xiaohui, a reporter from Sky TV Entertainment Channel, who followed Tu Fen and interviewed most of China, took her hands red. She didn't care about the high-end camera worth 120,000 yuan on her shoulders when it fell to the ground, and the lens fell into a net-shaped crack, and she didn't care at all.

After a long time, everyone gradually calmed down, and some even shed tears of confusion.

Song Baojun walked straight to the audience without waiting for everyone to react. In the performance just now, all his emotions were taken away and it took time to reply.

Tu Fen has seen many big scenes, and is the first person to come back to his senses. He said, "There is no need to continue this class. Song Baojun, you are the genius I am looking for."

He carefully prepared the three-hour open class. The results would be announced after class according to the school's requirements. However, now that it is only halfway through, Teacher Tu directly announced that the disciple she likes has appeared, and everyone's eyes are bright, and obviously no one is dissatisfied with the result. I think Song Baojun is very in line with everyone's inner expectations.

Tu Fen toured more than 50 music schools across the country for more than a month, and never found his talented disciple from beginning to end.

At the request of the sponsor, I chose three students with slightly outstanding talents as registered disciples, which was considered a sign of the conversation. I didn’t have much hope at the last stop today, and I thought it would be enough to fill the numbers as expected.

I really didn't expect that I could experience the long-lost touch here.

"Thank you for your favor." Song Baojun bowed politely and responded: "Following Teacher Tu's musical pace is also one of my wishes."

Liu Xiyue handed over a scarf: "Hey, you have a nosebleed. Did you sneak a peek at a girl's ** on the stage?"

Song Baojun took it and wiped it. He felt the fragrance was fragrant and the touch was smooth. He blew his nose hard, making a long "trumpet" sound, and returned it to Liu Xiyue.

Liu Xiyue's face was almost twitching, and she let the scarf fall on the table and I don't know how to deal with it. There was still a pile of yellow snot on it.

Tu Fen was full of joy and said with a smile: "Okay, I will continue to choose a registered disciple among all the students. Let me tell you about the shortcomings that appeared when Qu Jingsen played the "Moonlight Sonata". In fact, he played very well, and his pitch was excellent. The key is that he lacked one kind of experience."

Will you choose another disciple? Everyone was surprised and happy, and they continued to listen in a straight posture.

As a musician who is a teaching musician, Tu Fen quickly regained the classroom atmosphere after a few words.

Qu Jingsen's soft legs somehow returned to his seat. He mixed all kinds of emotions of loss and loneliness, and he tasted the taste of failure for the first time.

Song Baojun gradually calmed down his thoughts, and his literary personality was fading away bit by bit. According to the vulgar personality, this is a neutral personality much stronger than the violent personality. With the current reserve of secret energy, it still cannot be supported for too long.

Open classes have always been in and out. Students who have urgent matters do not need to report to the class teacher. They can leave through the back door by themselves, as long as they do not disturb others.

Song Baojun got up and went to the bathroom, pulling the back of Qu Jingsen's clothes in the middle.

Qu Jingsen turned his head and saw that it was him. He immediately understood and walked out of the back door, and rushed to catch up with Song Baojun.
Chapter completed!