Seeing Li An coming, Wang Xiaohu didn't even stand up, so he called the teacher, then got into position and waited for the next instruction.

Li An is used to this, and it is no longer the time when he was a student.

Today's students call you teacher when they are happy, and they can call you daddy when they are unhappy.

"Move the stool further back."

Li An came to the piano and pointed at Wang Xiaohu's butt: "Move your butt forward."

"Stretch your chest, raise your head and look straight."

"right."

"Let your arms lower naturally."

Wang Xiaohu is like a little robot, he moves every time Li An gives an order.

Finally his hands fell on the keyboard.

"Come, let's listen to the D major scale first."

"1——2——3——"

Li An waved his hand and called out the beat gently.

"Walk--"

Following the slow rhythm in Li An's mouth, Wang Xiaohu put his hands together and started playing the D major scale.

There are no problems with Wang Xiaohu's hand shape and finger lift for the first two notes, and they have been corrected according to Li An's requirements in the previous class.

But when it came to the third note, the middle finger of the left hand fell directly out of position, and the wrong note was played.

Li An said nothing.

Two seconds later.

Li An rubbed his eyebrows. This kid came home from get out of class last week and didn't practice the piano.

"stop."

Wang Xiaohu retracted his hand and the classroom fell into silence.

moment.

"Did you go home and practice piano last week?"

Wang Xiaohu shook his head dully.

Li An didn't even bother to ask why this time.

"Just practice this scale in five minutes."

"Break up and practice slowly."

"start."

No longer paying attention to Wang Xiaohu, Li An turned around and came to the window and sighed softly.

In order to get his children to practice piano at home, he tried almost every method he could think of.

But today is already the seventh period he has taken over Wang Xiaohu's class, and Wang Xiaohu has never practiced piano after returning home from any class.

If this continues, Li An is really afraid that this child will be lost from his hands.

'Ding.'

At this moment, a clear sound rang in my ears.

"The piano teacher's life feedback system has been activated——"

"Earth data collection in progress"

"Character data analysis"

Li An's eyes were dazzled, and a transparent interface suddenly appeared in front of him.

【Piano Teacher】: Li An

[Level]: 0 (experience value 0/5)

【Teaching points】:10

[Inventory]: Empty

|List of potential students|

Yu Xiaobei, teacher-student index (55/100)

Song Kun, teacher-student index (25/100)

Liu Fengrui, teacher-student index (19/100)

Wang Xiaohu, teacher-student index (2/100)

[Teacher-Student Index: Students’ willingness to learn piano from their teachers.]

"Ding."

"The system is successfully bound. More functions will be opened as the host level increases. Please explore by yourself."

"I wish you a happy life on Earth."

As the prompts in his ears disappeared completely, Li An calmly closed the interface.

Then turn it on again.

Close it again.

Turn on again.

Close it again.

"Um----"

With Li An's voice, the piano sound behind him suddenly stopped.

"Practice your piano."

Wang Xiaohu made a sound and continued to play.

Li An once again called up the panel and explored it inside and out. After a long time, he let out a deep breath.

Not only was justice late, it also came with a sense of poverty.

However, Yu Xiaobei's teacher-student index of 55 points still gave him great comfort.

To be honest, Li An was a little touched, but also a little guilty at the same time.

He didn't expect that this little girl, who was quiet and didn't talk much in class, was quite fond of his piano lessons.

He always felt that Xiaobei was less talented, so he didn't pay much attention to him.

However, Liu Fengrui, whom he highly regarded, disappointed him. This kid kept saying in front of his parents that he liked to learn piano from him, but he was not as sincere as Song Kun.

If Li An remembers correctly, Song Kun should be Lin Pengfei's student during morning classes on Sundays.

What kind of thing is this...

Finally, his eyes fell on Wang Xiaohu's name, and Li An couldn't help but smile bitterly.

After teaching for many years, he considers himself a teacher who is liked by his students.

But there are only two points here for Wang Xiaohu...

"teacher."

There was a sudden sound behind him, and Li An turned around.

Wang Xiaohu was looking up, "I've finished practicing."

Li An closed the page and returned to the piano.

"Come."

Just as he was about to give Wang Xiaohu a beat, his raised hand suddenly dropped.

"I won't give you the speed this time, you do it yourself."

Wang Xiaohu nodded, raised his arms again and positioned his hands. After holding his breath for about four seconds, he lowered the little finger of his left hand and the thumb of his right hand at the same time.

“re—mi—#fa—…”

Wang Xiaohu successfully completed the double-octave D major scale with both hands moving in the same direction.

Although the speed was slow, there was no wrong sound, which was praised by Ang Lee with satisfaction.

"Not bad, much more skilled."

Li An sat in front of another piano, "On this basis, we need to continue to control the finger-turning movements of the right hand. If the control is improper, there will be problems with uneven finger strength and falling speed."

"like this."

As he spoke, Ang Lee gave a slightly exaggerated demonstration on the piano of the scale effect produced by improper finger-turning control.
To be continued...