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Chapter 7 Music Lessons

The school starts at 08:30, and students usually arrive at 10:[-], because there are still [-] minutes for morning reading.

As soon as Fang Jing entered the door, he became the focus of the whole class, with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.It's not because of how handsome he is, it's just because of a pure youthful heart.

"This kid looks mediocre. He's not as handsome as I am. Why is no one looking for me to be on TV? The heavens are so unfair!"

"Brother, it's only a few dishes, you're so drunk, you don't pee and look in the mirror before you go out, you have the nerve to call yourself handsome with a shoe rake face, do you want face?
If you want me to say that the new classmate is very energetic, with good facial features, he is not short, but he is a little dark. "

"Wow! Grab one of the handsome guys, and don't snatch it from me for a while." A girl with acne all over her face had stars in her eyes.

"The poor boy in the country, whoever likes whoever wants it, we don't like it."

"That is, good-looking can be eaten? In the future, it will not be the life of moving bricks."

There was a lot of chatter, the students were whispering one by one, and the classroom was buzzing non-stop.

"Bang! Bang! Be quiet!"

Zhang Yan, the class teacher, stood on the podium, knocked on the table with the eraser, and the sound disappeared immediately, and the pen was audible.

There are cameras, and their every word and deed will be broadcast on TV. In order to avoid bad influence, this black-faced god said hello two days ago, whoever dares to make him unhappy this week, he will let him this semester Not happy.

"Let me introduce to everyone, this is Fang Jing, a new classmate in our class, welcome with applause!"

There was cheering from the audience, and several boys' tables were banging loudly. Zhang Yan shot him with a look, and immediately buried his head in a muffled voice, not daring to make a fuss.

"Haha! Don't be nervous, Fang Jing. You will all be classmates in the future. Come and say a few words so that everyone can get to know each other."

After clearing his throat, Fang Jing walked onto the stage, "Good morning, students, my name is Fang Jing, I am 17 years old, and I am from Guizhou Province. Anyone who has seen the deformation gauge should know what I am here for.

I would like to thank the program team for making me very honored to be here and spend a week of happy life with everyone.

I'm new here, so please bear with me if I offend you, thank you! "

Crash!At this moment, the audience applauded thunderously, no matter if it was sincere or not.

"Fang Jing, tell me a few more words. Your self-introduction is too short. Tell me about your hobbies or living habits."

Zhang Yan didn't let Fang Jing go, and asked him to say more with a smile. In fact, this was also requested by the program team.

Because Fang Jing's introduction didn't have any highlights at all, and couldn't reflect the style of the mountain village children at all, what should he do at this time?Be different, cry miserably!Just say how miserable it is.

"Uh! Well, let me just say a few more words. My home is in the mountains, and transportation is inconvenient. The nearest middle school is [-] kilometers away from our village.

I have to go home every week, um, the kind of walking, there is no way, lack of money, so if the school has any 800-meter long-distance race, remember to ask me, the first dare not say, the first three are no problem.

When I get home, I help with the farm work. After a day, my back hurts, and I don’t want to move when I lie down. The noble sentiments like Li Mi’s ox horn scroll are destined to never be with me..."

After talking eloquently for more than ten minutes, the students in the audience listened more and more sadly, "There is no such thing as a quiet time, but someone will carry the weight for you." Several girls wept when they heard this sentence.

The students in the class are not all from wealthy families, some live in rural areas, and the conditions are not much better than Fang Jing. They rely on hard work and countless days and nights in exchange for the opportunity to study in this school.

"Ahem! It's almost done. If you have any ideas, let's go down and discuss. Your English teacher has been standing for a long time." Zhang Yan interrupted Fang Jing.

"Wang Qiang, you are the class monitor, you usually have to take care of new classmates, do you understand?"

"Don't worry, teacher, it's all right!" Wang Qiang smiled and said OK.He is from the three northeastern provinces, and he speaks pure Northeast dialect to guide the oral language direction of the class. We chatted with him for less than half an hour, and no one didn't go astray.

Fang Jing was placed in the last row. It wasn't that there was no room, but that the camera wanted to capture him at any time. If he was in the front, the staff would block the view of other students.

"stand up!"

"Hello teacher!"

"Now please turn the book to page 46."

……

After one class, Jia Chun couldn't wait to turn around and chat with his new classmates.

"Hello classmate, my name is Jia Chun, you can ask me if you don't understand anything in the future."

"Hi, my name is Fang Jing."

"Hey! I know you, you are from the countryside! But don't worry, I never look at whether he has money when I make friends, because no matter how rich he is, I don't have money."

Fang Jing was taken aback, when was the last time he heard such pretentious words?

"Coincidentally, I'm like you. When making friends, I never look at whether the other party has money, because no matter how poor he is, he is not as poor as I am."

"Hahaha! You are really interesting. Don't leave after class. I'll treat you to snacks."

……

Kung Fu Fang Jing got along with many classmates in the morning, perhaps out of curiosity, everyone was very interested in his experience.

When Fang Jing said that their village had only been connected to electricity in the past few years, Jia Chun's eyes widened, as if seeing an alien.

But I heard that there is a river in their village, the river is clear, and you can swim every summer, Jia Chun is envious again.

……

It was music class in the afternoon, and the music teacher who was often sick finally returned to the class, and the students cheered for it.

Jia Chun kept thanking Fang Jing, saying that it was because of his favor. If it wasn't for this show being broadcast on TV, it might be like the physical education teacher, and the music teacher would still be sick.

"What a jasmine flower."

"What a jasmine flower."

"Jasmine blossoms are not as white as snow."

"I want to pick a flower and wear it."

"I'm afraid others will laugh at me."

……

The music teacher was a woman in her 30s, and the classroom fell silent as soon as she spoke. Fang Jing recognized that it was a Suzhou folk song.

Among the many versions of Jasmine, this is his favorite song, which was sung by the Black Duck Group in the previous life.

After the song was sung, the teacher began to teach everyone to read aloud, mainly to correct their wrong pronunciation.

A song is well-spoken and has high requirements for pronunciation. In fact, singing is also the best Mandarin teacher.

In his previous life, Fang Jing was not good at Mandarin, so he practiced by listening to a lot of songs, so that he finally embarked on the road of anchor, singing and calling Laotie 666 on the roadside every day.

After reading it several times and making sure that there is no wrong pronunciation, the teacher began to teach everyone to sing one sentence at a time. Unfortunately, when he opened his mouth, he was crying and howling, and he couldn't listen to it at all.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she is developing in all aspects, and her voice is rough, only girls are better.

Hearing such an earth-shattering sound of weeping ghosts and gods, the music teacher smiled wryly and shook her head. This scene reminded her of how the whole class roared like this when she first entered the music academy.

"Stop, stop! I beg you to let go of my ear for a while, it's numb, you need to be skilled in singing, don't use your throat, it's too ugly.

Now everyone do it with me, open your mouth, take a deep breath, is it cool in the back of the mouth, under the little tongue?
That's called the cool breeze point. When you make your voice, try to make it from that point, and it will be much better to sing like this. "

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(End of this chapter)