Xiaoqiang is moving bricks.

Female classmate is playing music.

The summer is still hot.

Inside the classroom of Bingcheng No. 2 Middle School.

Countless students chose quiet at this moment.

They listened to the teenager's songs coming out of the radio.

Some male classmates who tried to make trouble were quickly stopped by others.

The song is over.

The senior students all looked stunned.

They are about to face the college entrance examination and face the hurdle of life.

The results that cannot be improved at this time, the eager hopes of my family, and the more I realize that I am not very good at my IQ. It is probably just that I can go to an ordinary university with just one effort. If I don’t work hard, I will become a pedal stone under the hoof of a thousand horses in the college entrance examination.

The lower grade students may not listen to it seriously. They are still in a dream and still think that God is the eldest and second child. As long as I work hard, my academic performance can be improved every minute, and the female students I like can fall in love with their rebellious period of secondary second disease.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

In the office.

"Hyperfect, is this Lin Nan from your class?"

A middle-aged female teacher at the desk next to Cheng Wenhua turned around and looked at Cheng Wenhua: "I remember last time you said in the office that this student was unsuccessful, was this Lin Nan?"

"Ah? Ah...yes."

Cheng Wenhua is still immersed in Lin Nan's song.

His emotions have not yet come out.

People.

Either you will understand more and more clearly, or you will be more and more confused as you live.

Cheng Wenhua remembered the year when he first entered the education industry and was just a teacher, he was young and energetic and enthusiastic, and he was in a position to make every student he taught successful in his studies.

At least when you graduate in the future, you won’t have to serve dishes for others, and you won’t have to go to the construction site to work as a coolie.

He thought that as long as he was serious and responsible enough, he could change the fate of many children and even the families of his children.

But things went against my expectations.

How can there be any good things that can go well?

Over the years, Cheng Wenhua's enthusiasm has gradually cooled down. He has seen too many students who are still ignorant and who are still making trouble and not studying hard. He has also seen many children who are working very hard but are indeed not the material, and their grades have never improved. They are covered in their faces and cry because they did not do well in the exam.

He also found that he became more and more ordinary, just an ordinary teacher.

"This student sang very well, but his grades were almost the same. If he could become a singer in the future, it might be a good way out."

The female teacher smiled and said a few words.

She heard a lot of emotions from the song.

In the office.

Several other teachers nodded when they heard this.

They were just correcting their homework and preparing teaching plans there.

I didn't pay much attention to the sudden singing.

But the beginning of a song, from the prelude to the first sentence, they gradually put down their work and listened carefully.

"This child has talent elsewhere, it's really good, Teacher Cheng."

"We teachers are nothing more than just like our children to be good and have a better future, so we force them to study."

A teacher took a sip of steaming tea and took a sip. It was a bit hot, but a warm current went down from his throat, pricking his esophagus, a little warm feeling: "It's not that there is no other way except learning, but for most students, they don't have special talents, special abilities, and cannot compete with others for their parents and backgrounds, so the only way to them is to study."

"But many children don't know this truth, and they have not really been beaten by this society."

Several teachers started chatting, and they were all admiring Lin Nan’s song.

Cheng Wenhua sat there and looked outside the window. He was inexplicably complicated.

Teaching for so many years.

He has many students, but Lin Nan, who can sing and write poetry, is really the only one.

In the studio.

Lin Nan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the song was sang like never before.

He looked at Bai Keke beside him. Bai Keke looked at him eagerly, and when he saw Lin Nan, he blinked.

Liang Liangliang and others stood there, motionless, and looked at Lin Nan blankly.

"Then the next song, "The beauty of the world is connected with you."

Lin Nan spoke to the microphone.

The sound spread throughout every corner of the school.

"The singing and breath of Lin Nan sing are well controlled, and his guitar is so good. What did you think at the beginning?!"

Liu Baohua followed Zhao Hai, and the two of them walked all the way from the parking lot.

Lin Nan's singing echoed throughout the school.

When they passed by the classroom corridor, they found that the students in each classroom were actually listening to the songs sang by Lin Nan very consciously and seriously.

The popularity of Lin Nan and the charm of Lin Nan's singing far exceeded their imagination.

"I don't know either, this..."

Liu Baohua's sweat all over the head, and his fat face was a little trembling and anxious.

"No matter what, you must sign it, sign it!"

While Zhao Hai was talking, he suddenly found several people walking in the school there.

"It's really different to listen to him singing on the spot."

Director Wang sighed.

Several of them entered the school and stood at the doors of several classrooms for a long time.

Listening to Lin Nan's voice echoing on the school campus, the breath of the student days that came to his face was far stronger than before.

"He's a genius."

"I feel that perfect performance is a bit like an idol drama performed on TV."

The two people following Director Wang nodded.

It was the first time they had experienced such a thing.

The school singers sing to all teachers and students.

Generally speaking, it is completely impossible.

Director Wang and his friends also discovered Liu Baohua and Zhao Hai there, but the two groups of people on both sides just exchanged glances and didn't know each other.

Zhao Hai looked at Director Wang and others. He was not from the record company he knew, so he felt that he would not be here to compete with him.

Director Wang looked at Zhao Hai and Liu Baohua and found that the other party was not from the live broadcast company, so he felt that the other party was not here to compete with him.

Both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

Then.

The singing started again.

"It just happened to be a candle traveling at night,

The stars at midnight are like running friends.

Love you every scab wound,

Aged spirits made.”

The voice of the boy spread from the radio to every corner of the school.

The voice of the boy.

That melodious tune.

The wind slightly brushed through the corridor and the dust in the air that was swept up by the breeze.
Chapter completed!