The Supreme Spy

　　The vocal room was very empty, and there was only Professor Zhang Ming. He was sitting in front of the piano with his fingers rising and falling, and the piano sound was light and cheerful.

　　 Zhang Ming heard the footsteps and glanced sideways at Qin Yang who walked in. There was a two-point smile on his face, but his fingers still didn't stop.

　　 About two minutes later, Zhang Ming played the tune completely, then he retracted his hand and turned around with a smile.

　　 "Qin Yang, how do you think I play?"

　　 Qin Yang smiled slightly, and said politely: "I play very well, but my level is limited and I can't comment... Are you Professor Zhang?"

　　 Zhang Ming looked at Qin Yang, and suddenly smiled: "Are the young people now humble like you?"

　　 Qin Yang smiled and said, "I'm not modest, I'm just telling the truth. Although I can play the piano well, I know my level. Compared with Professor Zhang, it is far different."

Zhang Ming looked at Qin Yang, and his interest in Qin Yang grew by two points. Although Qin Yang spoke very politely and had a smile on his face, Zhang Ming, who was so sophisticated, could still clearly feel Qin Yang’s feelings. Calm and neither humble nor overbearing.

　　 Zhang Ming pointed to the stool next to him, smiled and said, "Sit down, don’t be restrained."

　　 Qin Yang sat down, smiled and asked, "Professor Zhang is looking for me, what's the matter?"

　　 Zhang Ming smiled and said: "I heard your piano solo that day. I think you played very well, so I want to talk to you."

　　 Qin Yang smiled and said: "Professor Zhang passed the award. My classmate originally performed it. She was temporarily ill and couldn't play. I just went up and made up the number."

　　 Zhang Ming asked curiously: "Who did you learn your piano from?"

　　 Qin Yang smiled and replied, "I learned from my master."

　　 "Master?"

　　 Zhang Ming was stunned: "Does it mean the teacher?"

　　 Qin Yang said: "Almost, but he is not a teacher in the school, he is the master I have admired since childhood, he has taught me since childhood, he taught me a lot of things, not just music..."

Zhang Ming said, his expression was two points of disappointment. He originally considered accepting Qin Yang as his disciple, but now he discovered that Qin Yang actually has a master, and Qin Yang plays the piano so well. It is conceivable that his master must More powerful.

　　 "Your master must be very accomplished in music, right? What's his name, is he also from the music industry?"

　　 Qin Yang shook his head and said, "My master, he doesn't mix in the music industry, he just can play music."

play music?

　　 Well, there are indeed a lot of music geeks in this world. They are not keen on fame and fortune, but they really like music and they are really "playing music".

　　 Zhang Ming asked unwillingly: "How long have you studied music?"

Qin Yang recalled: "One after another, four or five years, I have to learn a lot, and the time spent on music is not too much, because the learning is too complicated, so now I can only make up Make up the number, not on the table."

　　 Four to five years!

　　 Zhang Ming was taken aback. He originally thought that Qin Yang had been practicing piano since he was a child, and only now has this level, but he is only four or five years old?

　　 What's more, listening to Qin Yang's tone, he practiced the piano not always studying, but intermittently. When learning the piano, he was still learning other things!

　　 Zhang Ming's vision is getting brighter. He is an expert in the music industry. He naturally knows how much effort an ordinary person needs to make to reach Qin Yang's level. It is definitely not possible in four or five years.

　　 Qin Yang has reached it, that can only explain one problem, Qin Yang is very talented in music!

　　 Zhang Ming became more affirmed of his own inference. The Qin Yang in front of him was a piece of uncut jade. As long as he rubbed it a little bit, he would definitely bloom with dazzling brilliance.

　　 "Which one is the most difficult song you can play right now?"

　　 Qin Yang thought about it: "As long as there is a score, I can basically play it, but if I play those difficult pieces, the flavor and feel will be much worse."

　　 Zhang Ming opened his eyes wide and stared at Qin Yang suspiciously: "Can you play?"

　　 Qin Yang looked at Zhang Ming as if he seemed very interested in him, and wondered in his heart that the other party would not really want to accept him as a disciple. Hasn't he already talked about having a master?

　　 Qin Yang's thoughts turned, and he replied affirmatively: "Can play."

　　 If you behave a little tougher, and then said that you have a master to teach, then the other party should not have any more ideas, right?

　　 "The ten most difficult piano songs in the world, can you also play?"

　　 Uh, do you want to come so hard?

　　 As soon as I came up, I asked ten difficult piano songs?

　　 Qin Yang hesitated, nodded and said, "I can barely bounce it off, I just don't know if it sounds good."

Zhang Ming's eyes widened again. He heard Qin Yang say that he could play any piece of music. In fact, he didn't believe it, so he casually asked the world's ten most difficult piano music to prove that Qin Yang's words are moist. Who knew Qin Yang actually said he could barely bounce it off!

　　The ten most difficult piano songs in the world!

　　 Many pianists can't play that. Qin Yang actually said he could play?

　　 Is this true or false?

　　 "Liszt's ghost fire, can you play it?"

　　 Qin Yang's eyes widened slightly by two points. Is this really a big move?

Liszt’s "12 Super Skills Etude" is a daunting piano etude in the entire history of piano. This Super Skill Etude WISP has the weird and difficult two-tone skills ~www.readwn.com~ is known as The most difficult etude is not only technically tricky, but also light and fun to be convinced.

　　 Zhang Ming actually let himself play wildfire when he came up?

　　 Qin Yang doesn't really want to play, why, playing such a song is tired, his hands are like chicken feet, it is like a convulsor, super high-speed playing, not tired.

Although Ghost Fire is not comparable to the most difficult "Piano Concerto No. 3", and not as physically demanding as he, but it is not much better. Some pianists commented that playing "Piano Concerto No. 3" is like shoveling ten tons of coal. One can imagine how tiring it is.

　　 Qin Yang hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "If you have a score, you can play it."

　　 Just now I've blown it, but now I can't play, isn't it a face?

　　 Well, anyway, there are no outsiders here. Just play it. If it's unpleasant or unpleasant, Zhang Ming will be the audience.

　　 Zhang Ming stood up all of a sudden, gave up his seat, and stared at Qin Yang fiercely: "My phone helps you tune out the score, can you play it for me again?"

　　It's all here, Qin Yang naturally can't say no to play, only nodded and said: "Okay, but the play is very poor, don't mind Professor Zhang."

　　 "Don't mind, don't mind, you play, I will help you turn the score!"

Zhang Ming said with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement, and at the same time he took out his mobile phone and quickly found the song of the ghost fire, enlarged it a little and placed it in front of Qin Yang, and stood by himself, ready to help Qin. Yang turn over the score.

　　 Qin Yang walked over, sat in front of the piano, adjusted his posture, raised his hands, took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the music score on the phone screen in front of him, and his hands dropped quickly.