Chapter 39: Report teacher (one more)

Walking out of Fuyue Tower, Zhang Ziran, Xie Hui, and Zhang Jun were as excited as each other. Each of them was inexplicably excited, and their eyes were full of worship when they looked at Song Yan.
"Brother, why don't we find a bar and have a drink." Zhang Ziran suggested.
Song Zheng waved his hand: "I still have something, and I will have a chance in the future."
Farewell to the three Zhang Ziran, Song Yong walked to the coffee shop. Although he is playing in the coffee shop now, the fame value is already insignificant to him, but he is a man with a beginning and end, so he still goes to the coffee shop on time every day.
The business of the cafe is as popular as ever, but it is strange that the boss, Su Meier, did not come today. According to Yinger, the boss seems to be in a hurry at home and returned to Yandu. I am afraid that it will take three to five days to return.
Yan is the capital of Yanhuang State and the largest city in Yanhuang.
At ten o'clock, after the performance, Song Yong bowed to the guests as usual, thanking them and receiving applause from the audience.
"Ama, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something." Zheng Yun greeted him.
"Okay." Song Kun nodded, and Zheng Yun's arrival surprised Song Kun. I don't know what happened to him.
When the two settled, Zheng Yun asked Song Ye what to drink, and Song Ye ordered a cup of coffee at will, to be honest, he didn't really get used to drinking coffee.
"Sister Zheng, you came to me not just to invite me for coffee. Whatever you say." Song Yan took the coffee and sipped, and asked with a smile.
"Sorry, Grandma." Zheng Yun looked slightly embarrassed. "That's the case. This piano competition was originally a folk competition, hosted by the Xiangcheng Piano Association, but at this point, the Piano Association passed the country. The application of the Music Association has officially become an officially recognized music organization. The chairman of the Association is concurrently chaired by Chairman Ma Jingchu of the City Music Association, and she is very concerned about this competition. "
With that said, Zheng Yun's look was even more embarrassing: "Because Chairman Ma has a strict personality and can't rub the sand in his eyes, after consultation with the organizing committee, you are disqualified from directly qualifying for the finals."
Hearing that Song Ye felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. When you first approached me, it was you who offered to let me participate directly in the finals. Now he also told me that his qualification was cancelled. However, he was not an unreasonable person, so he said: "Zheng What does sister mean? "
"This ... the organizers mean that you, like the other players, start from the preliminary round."
After speaking, Zheng Yun stared at Song Yan for fear that he would refuse to participate in anxiety.
After listening to it, Song Ye lowered his head and thought. Although directly participating in the finals showed that he was superior, but the fame value should not be much better than the beginning of the game, and may even cause some criticism. If starting from the preliminary match, his ability is absolutely If he can stand out, after a few races of fermentation, and finally win the championship again, then he will definitely gain more fame, not to mention criticism.
In a word, starting from scratch, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages!
Seeing Song Yan's silence, Zheng Yun's heart was even more bottomless: "I'm blaming me for this, but I have tried hard to blame me if you want to blame you."
Song Yan smiled: "Sister Zheng, you are more concerned, I am willing to start from the preliminary round."
"That's great." Zheng Yun couldn't help cheering when Song Ye agreed. If Song Ye wasn't there, it would definitely lose a lot of money in this contest, but she had to do it because Ma Jingchu still has a layer of identity. She is Mrs. Deputy Mayor.
At the same time, while thanking Song Yong in her heart, she also praised him a bit more. This young man's mind is extraordinary, if I change to a general piano master, I'm afraid I'll be gone.
"Ama, thank you."
"You're welcome!" Song Yan waved his hand.
Yan Weimin finally came to school after asking for sick leave for a week.
Everyone knows what Song Yong and Yan Weimin are betting on, so after he entered the classroom, everyone's eyes swept back and forth between him and Song Yong.
But Yan Weimin seems to have forgotten the bet and never mentioned it at all.
"Oh, everyone, take out the textbooks and start class now."
Seeing Yan Weimin being so unconcerned, Song Yan was very disdainful. As a teacher, he didn't even have this responsibility, which was really inferior.
So Song Yan stood up from his seat.
At the first sight of Yan Weimin, he suddenly panicked, thinking that Song Yan was about to raise a bet, and quickly scolded: "Song Yan, what are you standing up for during class?"
Song Yan said indifferently: "Did you forget, Mr. Yan, you have told me that I have to go to the corridor to listen to all your classes? Did you forget that I was very impressed by what the teacher said Keeping it in mind, you are afraid that the teacher will forget what he said but he won't remember. "
While talking, Song Ye took the textbook and walked straight out of the classroom.
Yan Weimin's face became iron-blue instantly, especially when he felt the strange eyes of the students below. He even hated Song Yan to bite his teeth. He was sure that the boy intentionally embarrassed him.
"Well, let's go on to class." Yan Weimin said in a deep voice.
"Report." Zhang naturally stood up from his seat.
"Zhang Ziran, what are you doing?" Yan Weimin's tone was slightly kind.
Zhang Tianran said solemnly: "Last month, Song Ye was the only one who got a perfect score in Chinese. Since he is not qualified to stay in the classroom to listen to your lectures, I do n’t think I am qualified, so I applied to go to the corridor Listen! "
Zhang Ziran's words made Yan Weimin feel harsh, and his face became green and red.
However, Zhang naturally did not care whether he agreed or not. After speaking, he took the textbook and walked outside the classroom.
"Reporting teacher, I also feel that I am not qualified to stay in the classroom to listen to your lecture. I will go to the corridor." Xie Hui stood up and walked outside the classroom.
"Reporting teacher, I also applied for a lecture in the corridor!" Zhang Jun echoed.
He and Zhang naturally agreed that Song Yan was the boss, and naturally they must advance together.
Seeing that Zhang Ziran had all walked out of the classroom, Yan Weimin's face was so dreary that he could almost drip water, and his heart shouted, "Song Ye, I am at odds with you!"
"Reporter, I'm out too!"
Li Lei stood up again and took the textbook out of the classroom. During this time, Song Zheng and Zhang Ziran approached each other. He had a good relationship with Song Zheng and naturally entered this small group.
"boom!"
Yan Weimin finally got angry in his heart. He smashed the textbooks to the desk, glanced across the classroom, and asked, "Who else is there to go out?"
The boys and girls are impulsive, rebellious, and Yan Weimin has lost his heart. Therefore, his anger not only did not calm the students, but caused resistance and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
"Reporter, I also applied for a lecture in the corridor!"
A poor student has long been dissatisfied with Yan Weimin's bipolar approach. Now that he has the opportunity to disgusted Yan Weimin, he naturally enjoys it.
"Reporting teacher, I think it's more open to go to the corridor to listen to the class, and I've gone too!" Another student stood up and walked outside the classroom.
"Report teacher ...!"
"Report teacher ...!"
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Next, the students stood up one after another. More than sixty students, more than forty of them, actually came out of the classroom and came to the corridor.
The students ran outside the classroom. How could this class be taught? Yan Weimin almost fainted on the podium and left the classroom with his hands.
[Digression by the author]: Thank you [World View Night Scene] for the great reward.
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