"6666..."

"This piano piece is really nice. Was it composed by Lu Yuan again?"

"Teacher Lu is so handsome!"

"Er Gouzi is awesome!"

"Teacher Lu, you are really amazing..."

"I suddenly thought of the word "Jiang Langcaijin" again. I understood. It turns out that the Jiang Langcaijin that Lu Yuan understands is different from the Jiangcaijin that we understand... Teacher Lu's understanding ability is completely different from ours!"

"Do you know this is Director Lu's slap in the face?"

"Slap in the face? What do you mean?"

"Slap in the face, slap in the face, sexy Lu Yuan is slapping me in the face online, don't get me wrong, this time I'm not slapping other people in the face, this time I'm simply slapping myself in the face... First I say that I've exhausted my talents, and then I say that I don't understand piano music.

, Haha, this person is so cruel! He dares to hit himself in the face if he is so cruel, it’s so scary..."

"This slap in the face is really... okay... okay, Teacher Lu 666..."

Netizens on the Internet were shocked when Lu Yuan suddenly came on stage to play piano music.

After being frightened, everyone suddenly thought of something.

This matter is Lu Yuan’s very solemn statement, including the very serious self-statement before the podium...

They suddenly discovered that Lu Yuan's big pig's hooves were very bad...

Just when the front foot said that he didn't understand this or that, the back foot started doing this again.

Could it be that you are addicted to being slapped in the face every day on the headlines?

Does your whole body feel uncomfortable after not being slapped in the face for a day?

It's good now, I don't have the face to be slapped, and now I'm actually slapping myself in the face.

This is really...

Awesome!

…………………………

"Teacher Lu, how do I play?"

"It's pretty good. Of course, it would be better if the rhythm could be maintained a little longer. It mainly needs to incorporate a little more personal emotion."

"Well, okay, Teacher Lu, I will work hard!"

"come on."

"Teacher Lu, what do you think I can play?"

"Well, that's pretty good too..."

"oh oh."

"Teacher Lu, what about me..."

Forty minutes is not long or short.

Lu Yuan searched his mind for what the teacher told him and commented in a pretentious manner.

Comments about snake oil can be found everywhere. Anyway, I will praise you first, and then correct the specious flaws after the praise, and then the students will walk off the stage thoughtfully...

Although it is not as profound as it seems, there are generally no other problems in the reviews.

Even some of the professors behind Lu Yuan's performance didn't think there was anything wrong with Lu Yuan's mediocre comments, and it seemed normal.

The reporters who reported the facts were very excited and wrote all kinds of eye-catching posts on the Internet, hoping to take advantage of the popularity and get more bonuses as soon as possible.

Of course, the last ten minutes or so were very uncomfortable for Lu Yuan.

He has commented on everything that should be commented on, and said everything that should be said...

Now even after he searches out all the words in his mind, he can't hold anything else back.

For the first time, he discovered that it was so difficult to find shortcomings. After all, the performance of several students whom Lu Yuan called on to the stage were perfect. At least Lu Yuan felt that the piano skills of these students were n times higher than his own.

In the end, he could only say some simple words of praise

Whether it is a comment or a compliment, words need to be used.

Although his appreciation of the piano has improved a lot, it is still not deep enough.

Even if he listened carefully, he could only hear that these people played the music without any problems and played it very well.

As for other melodies, rhythms, emotions, and delicate expressive abilities...

Well, he really doesn't understand.

Lu Yuan felt that if the class was extended for a few more minutes, his brain cells would probably die and he might become bald.

"Dingling bell..."

When the get out of class bell rang, Lu Yuan finally let out a long sigh of relief.

It was like seeing some kind of savior.

"Okay, students, this class is over, then..."

"ah!"

"Ah... no, why did it end so quickly?"

"Yes, is it so short?"

"I still want to go on stage and play."

"Me too!"

"yes……"

"Teacher Lu, can you extend the class a little longer?"

"yes!"

"Teacher Lu, you can continue to choose people!"

"yes."

"..."

Students and students all have some comparison mentality.

Especially when Lu Yuan called on several male classmates to come on stage, the comparison mentality in their minds became even stronger.

Although Lu Yuan's comments are not nutritious in his own opinion, they are very authoritative in the eyes of the students.

The more authoritative he is, the more they want to hear some praise from Lu Yuan, or words that distinguish him from others.

After all, there are female classmates below watching them play!

Which male classmate doesn't want to have a moment of glory in front of his female classmates?

Who doesn’t want to be different?

This is basically what anyone with a low brain would think.

But……

"Sorry, the time has come. Hopefully, I hope we have a chance to meet again next time."

Lu Yuan looked at the students who were full of expectation and excitement, shook his head and refused without saying a word.

He is very tired.

Not only my brain is tired but my heart is tired.

This feeling is hard to describe.

Can you imagine what it feels like to be racking your brains thinking about how to evaluate, how to praise, and how to make suggestions without going against the grain?

Lu Yuan couldn't imagine it before, but now he thinks of it.

it's over.

It's best to stop in moderation.

"Ah, Teacher Lu, no..."

"Two minutes, two more minutes..."

"Just one minute..."

"..."

The students were anxious.

Especially those students who claim to be good at playing the piano...

I haven't even performed yet, why is it over?

"Sorry, hope to see you again next time...Sorry."
To be continued...