City: The apprenticeship will be repaid a hundredfold, and my students are all bosses

Jingle Bell! !

The bell rang for the end of the last class in the afternoon. After a moment of silence in the teaching building of Senior One and Senior Two, there was a sudden commotion. The students rushed out of the classroom and went to the cafeteria.

But the classroom in the third year of high school is still silent. Obviously, the teacher is still dragging the classroom...

Xiao Chu has already brought a new guitar, sat down on the flower bed under the senior three teaching building, and is tuning it.

In the senior three teaching building, many students by the window had already seen Xiao Chu.

"Teacher Xiao is here! I wonder what song he will sing today?"

"Ahhh! Don't procrastinate! I'm going to listen to Teacher Xiao singing!"

"Fan Fan, are you going to the cafeteria later?"

"I'm not going yet, I'm going to listen to Teacher Xiao's singing!"

"Hehe, me too!"

Leaving aside Xiao Chu's singing and appearance, for the high school students who are under high pressure every day, listening to Xiao Chu's singing every day is already a way of decompression.

Many people have formed the habit of going to the cafeteria later than listening to Xiao Chu's songs first.

Seeing that Xiao Chu was already sitting downstairs, the students were all restless.

Seeing this scene, the teachers in Tuotang felt helpless.

"Okay! Look at you like that! Go and listen to your teacher Xiao singing! get out of class is over!" A middle-aged female teacher shook her head with a wry smile, and then announced that get out of class was over.

In fact, most of the teachers have no objection to Xiao Chu's singing every day. It is good to let the students who are under high pressure relax, after all, it is necessary to combine work and rest!

"Great!"

"get out of class is over!"

The students were immediately elated and scattered!

……

Xiao Chu is sitting on the flower bed, the guitar has already been tuned.

Around him, several circles of students had already surrounded him, and their heads poked out from the railings of the teaching building.

Even at the window of the teacher's office, there are many teachers standing there.

They were all waiting to hear Xiao Chu play and sing.

"Ms. Xiao! Come to "I Love You the Most"!"

"I want to listen to "Confession"! Teacher Xiao sings this! You are the most handsome!"

"Ms. Xiao is so handsome!"

Many students have already started booing and ordering songs.

Xiao Chu smiled, thinking about what song to sing.

He did not intend to sing a song of this world, but a song of the earth.

Many of the cultural works of the two worlds are different...

But at this moment, a boy with a guitar suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, came to Xiao Chu, panting, "Mr. Xiao! Let me sing a song!"

Xiao Chu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Ye in front of him, and said hesitantly, "What are you talking about? Do you want to sing a song?"

Zhang Ye nodded seriously, with a firm look in his eyes: "Well, Teacher Xiao, I'm already proficient in playing and singing, and I want to give it a try...Practice is the best training for me, and it's also the best affirmation of Teacher Xiao's teaching achievements! "

"This..." Xiao Chu frowned, completely unexpected that Zhang Ye would come out like this.

And, how long did it take you to learn guitar before you can play and sing? !

Why haven't I taught you how to sing? !

This is so outrageous!

The students who were watching nearby also heard Zhang Ye's words and immediately looked at each other in dismay.

"Did I hear you right? Zhang Ye said he was going to play and sing a song..."

"Who is this person? What song is he singing? I want to hear Teacher Xiao sing!"

"You don't know him? Zhang Ye from our class! That scumbag!"

"...Only he can sing? Can he play and sing?"

"Don't you know? Zhang Ye skipped class all afternoon and learned guitar from Mr. Xiao all afternoon!"

"Learning all afternoon? Then he sings?!"

The students discussed, and most of them were very dissatisfied with Zhang Ye.

Originally, they had little time for free activities, and they couldn't listen to Xiao Chu's singing for too long, but Zhang Ye wasted their time here.

A girl who was in the same class as Zhang Ye even yelled at Zhang Ye directly: "Zhang Ye, is there something wrong with you? You still sing? What are you singing? Sing! Don't waste our time, okay?"

Everyone's unkind comments made Zhang Ye look a little embarrassed, but he remained silent, looking at Xiao Chu with firm and stubborn eyes.

Xiao Chu took a serious look at him, sighed, shook his head with a wry smile, then took out his mobile phone, opened the composing and writing software, and said to him: "Wait a minute."

Zhang Ye suddenly looked puzzled, but he didn't say much, just stood there silently holding the guitar, accepting countless strange looks from beside him.

Two minutes later, when the students were getting impatient.

Xiao Chu raised his head, handed the phone to Zhang Ye, stood up and patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "This is a new song I wrote, come on, try singing it!"

"Mr. Xiao, do you know how to write songs?" Zhang Ye was taken aback, and subconsciously took a look at the phone. It was the score and lyrics of a song called "Those Flowers".

"Don't worry about it... let's sing!" Xiao Chu smiled, raised his chin at him, and signaled him to sit down on the flower bed.

Zhang Ye didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly memorized the sheet music on his phone. He sat on the flower bed with his guitar in his arms, and was about to start playing and singing.

The students nearby were stunned.

"What? Really let Zhang Ye sing?!"

"Fuck! Don't listen! Let's go!"

"Mr. Xiao! We want to hear you sing! You should sing!"

"exactly!"

The students upstairs were also confused when they saw this scene. Why did Teacher Xiao stop singing and ask a student to sing?

And a student like Zhang Ye...

At the window of a teacher's office, Meng Huaiyin and Xu Yuqing were also standing there.

Meng Huaiyin stood here listening to Xiao Chu's playing and singing, just to laugh at Xiao Chu's guitar skills.

Xu Yuqing, on the other hand, was simply watching the excitement.

But when they saw that Xiao Chu actually asked Zhang Ye to play and sing, both of them had question marks on their faces.

"What... do you mean? Let Zhang Ye play and sing? Isn't this a joke?" Meng Huaiyin's eyes widened.

Xu Yuqing also looked surprised: "Mr. Xiao, what are you doing...Could it be that Zhang Ye has already learned how to play and sing the guitar?"

Hearing this, Meng Huaiyin couldn't help but sneered: "Learn? Learn to play and sing after learning the guitar for an afternoon? It's ridiculous! Teacher Xu, you don't know. When I first learned the guitar, it took me half a year to learn it. Playing and singing, this Xiao Chu has taught Zhang Ye all afternoon, what can he learn?"

Xu Yuqing nodded, "That's right, how can an instrument be so easy to learn? Besides, Zhang Ye, a student, is not very smart..."

Meng Huaiyin sneered and said: "I really don't know what kind of brain circuit this Xiao Chu has... Forget it, just treat it as a joke!"

……

Facing everyone's questioning eyes and words, Xiao Chu didn't say anything, and silently held Zhang Ye's mobile phone, which contained lyrics.

Zhang Ye didn't speak either, he lowered his head and silently adjusted the guitar.

The setting sun shone on the boy's ordinary face, and the laughter of the past was gone, only stubbornness and love remained.

He took a deep breath, and cast a grateful look at Xiao Chu again.

Started playing.

The boy's hand stroked the strings skillfully.

The slow and sad prelude sounded slowly.

The dissatisfied discussions among the students in front disappeared in an instant, and the crowd in the back gradually became quiet, with surprise appearing in everyone's eyes.

"Eh?" Xu Yuqing let out a light snort, a trace of surprise appeared on her face.

"What?" Meng Huaiyin almost spit out the sip of tea he just drank, and stared at Zhang Ye below with wide eyes, unable to believe his ears.

Soon, the entire vicinity of the third-year teaching building fell silent, only the melancholy sound of the boy's guitar remained.