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Chapter 100 What a coincidence
Li Kuailai took the students to the platform classroom and found Song Xiaofang waiting.

Song Xiaofang put on some light makeup, and her cheeks were a little flushed.

A green dress, two long braids tied with braids, slim and graceful, just like a national girl.

Wu Dapeng also came to attend the class with a serious face. In front of other teachers and students, he had to pretend to be old-fashioned.

However, at the age of 30, he is not yet married, so he doesn't need to pretend, he is already very mature.

Today is Song Xiaofang's open music class, so he has to come to join him anyway.

If the beauty is happy and throws herself into his arms, it will be so cool.

Xiao Meimei didn't want to come to Song Xiaofang's public class, she had been secretly competing with Song Xiaofang.

However, because Song Xiaofang's family has some connections and can please the leaders, he won this election.

The head of the Tuyin department said that the art teacher can not attend the class if he has no time, but the music teacher must find time or adjust the class to listen.

Wu Dapeng also has a little memory, he didn't come here in a suit to show off, but he wore a short-sleeved shirt and tie, making him appear to be upright.

"Xiaofang, you have worked hard," Wu Dapeng ran to Song Xiaofang's side and smiled coquettishly, "Your dress today is very beautiful."

Li Kuailai from behind smiled secretly: Wu Dapeng, you are going to be scolded.The last time I said something like this, I was scolded by Song Xiaofang.

But Song Xiaofang wasn't angry, she just nodded lightly and said, "Thank you."

I'll go, isn't the plot like this?Could it be that my character is not good enough to be scolded... Li Kuailai was stunned.

"Xiaofang, do you need my help?" Wu Dapeng continued to flatter his face.

"No need." Song Xiaofang shook her head.

Although she hated Wu Dapeng in her heart, in front of so many people, she still held back her anger and told him to leave quickly, so as not to hinder her mood of attending public classes.

"Li Kuailai, did you hear that Xiaofang said that she doesn't need help from others, so hurry up and go to class." Wu Dapeng turned his head to Li Kuailai with a straight face.

But as soon as Wu Dapeng finished speaking, Song Xiaofang called to Li Kuailai, "Hurry up and get me something."

I'll go, didn't Wu Dapeng want to help you?You can just let him do the work, do you need me to work... Li Kuailai has some ideas.

But thinking that his courseware has not been finished yet, he still has to listen to her.

Under Song Xiaofang's order, Li Kuailai brought the electronic piano over.

Therefore, Li Kuailai's reluctance and Wu Dapeng's envy intersected in this platform room.

Song Xiaofang's public music class this time is the Uyghur folk song "Youth Dance". When she wears a small hat, she looks like a Uyghur girl.

Song Xiaofang used the music orientation taught by Li Kuailai, and the eyes of Pang Guanghui and Ye Mingjun who were sitting in the back lit up, and they nodded and said, "Not bad, very musical."

When Fan sang, Song Xiaofang played and sang by herself, and the melodious singing sounded, it was simply a kind of beautiful enjoyment:
The sun goes down, tomorrow morning it still climbs up

The flowers are withered and they will still bloom next year
……

After Song Xiaofang finished singing, there was a burst of warm applause from the audience.

Wei Xiuqin's eyes lit up. Song Xiaofang has always been her idol. She imitated Song Xiaofang's singing style.

She will also sing this song in a while, and she will ask everyone to applaud her like Song Xiaofang did.

When it was time for teacher-student interaction, Song Xiaofang asked Wei Xiuqin to come on stage and perform duet singing with her.

The appearance of this big and small beauty attracted everyone's attention.

As soon as the singing sounded, Wu Dapeng's nerves were a little bit out of order again.

He stood up and clapped his little palms desperately: "Okay, okay, it sounds so good."

Ma Zhifeng was also clapping his hands vigorously, with a smile on his face, as if Wei Xiuqin was more happy to be on stage than him to be on stage.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Li Kuailai was going to take the students back to the classroom, but Song Xiaofang told him to stay.

If leaders such as Pang Guanghui and Ye Mingjun want to comment on her class time later, they can ask Li Kuai to write it down and help her revise the courseware.

Li Kuai came to see this, and asked Zhu Chengsheng to take the students down.

"Pang Xiao, Director Ye, you're making a fool of yourself." Song Xiaofang stepped down from the podium, a faint fragrance wafted through her, feeling relaxed and happy.

"Not ugly, not ugly, you are very beautiful." Wu Dapeng smirked, as if he had advanced cancer.

Ye Mingjun said seriously: "Mr. Song, your class is very creative, and I have no objections."

The general procedure is like this, first the leader with a low position is evaluated, and then the leader with a high position is evaluated.

So Ye Mingjun judged first, so as not to mess up the rules.

Pang Guanghui smiled and said, "Teacher Song, tell me the truth, did you prepare this lesson yourself?"

"I, I asked someone to help me." Song Xiaofang blushed and said truthfully.

"Who is it?" Pang Guanghui broke the casserole and asked.

"It's Li Kuailai." Song Xiaofang glanced at Li Kuailai, her face seemed a little proud.

It really was him... Pang Guanghui sighed secretly in his heart.

Li Kuailai's teaching skills are strong enough to serve as the director of the teaching department, no, even the vice principal in charge of teaching is no problem.

It's a pity that Bu Weiguang kept suppressing him. He even said that day that Li was coming to class and calling on his cell phone, and that he should be dealt with seriously.

"Come on, can you help me design my public class and let me sing a song too?" Bu Lijuan came over and said.

"You sing..." Pang Guanghui felt his heart tremble.

You can scare people even by reciting, do you still want to scare people by singing?

"Yes, I think I sing very well." Bu Lijuan said hastily.

Wu Dapeng also came over to join in the fun: "Come on, Li, I also have to sing in my public class, please help me design it."

Li Kuailai is a little speechless, Wu Dapeng and Bu Lijuan seem to have the same "condition".

When it was another week's holiday, Li Kuailai was going to take advantage of the two days of the holiday to finish all the next courseware.

Bu Lijuan will have an open class again next Monday, and Pang Guanghui asked him to listen and give some advice.

Because Li Kuailai hadn't seen Bu Lijuan's public class, he didn't dare to point it out.

But looking at the class materials given by Bu Lijuan, it seems to be quite satisfactory.

In fact, how did Li Kuailai know that Bu Lijuan's class materials were worked out by Pang Guanghui and Ye Mingjun.

They did their best.

Song Xiaofang asked Li Kuailai to drive her to the station to take a car back to the county seat. Just as Li Kuailai was about to drive, a pickup truck drove over.

"Teacher Song, what a coincidence." The pickup truck stopped, and Huang Zhisheng got out of the car.

What a coincidence that you come to Song Xiaofang's dormitory every Friday when school is over... Li Kuailai sneered.

"Let's go." Song Xiaofang was a little panicked, and hurriedly urged Li to come quickly.

It's no secret that Huang Zhisheng likes her.

And in the county, her family also asked her, it seems that someone is a matchmaker.

For a young and promising leader like Huang Zhisheng, the family members feel that they can talk about it.

(End of this chapter)