Chapter 452 Let's go "Bang Bang! Bang!"

Chen Ying is a senior head teacher at a high school in Shanghai. With his cheerful and optimistic personality and progressive thinking, he is able to get along well with students. The classes he manages are among the best in terms of discipline and study in the school. Therefore, not only students like this head teacher, but school leaders also praise Chen Ying.

On this day, Chen Ying walked into the teaching building on time as usual, ready to inspect discipline before the class bell rang.

But today seemed a little different. The whole teaching building was filled with an indescribable atmosphere. The students seemed more excited than usual, and many of them gathered together, banging on the tables for fun.

Well, you know what, the rhythm is quite neat!

Well, it’s not a good thing to gather in the classroom and bang on the tables during breaks. After all, it will affect students who need to rest or need to preview or review.

So Chen Ying coughed lightly, walked into the classroom he was in charge of, and said to the group of tall and strong students in the back row, "Stop knocking on the table. It's disturbing others' rest and study!"

The boys were caught by the head teacher for their mischief, and they felt a little embarrassed, but they still subconsciously defended themselves: "Teacher, we didn't knock randomly!"

"Yes, teacher, this is rhythmic!"

"Teacher, this is the accompaniment of today's most popular new song!"

What kind of lame excuses are these?

Chen Ying’s first reaction was that these kids were not convinced, so she decided to reason with them: “So it’s the rhythm of the song, I thought it sounded quite interesting.

It's just that you guys are making too much noise. Look at that guy, he's feeling a little unwell today. You've really disturbed his rest.

But what song is this? Why didn’t I stop? "

The three-paragraph speech technique sandwiches criticism between two paragraphs of praise. This not only meets the children of this age group's need for personal respect, but also allows them to accept constructive criticism, and finally takes the opportunity to improve the relationship between the two parties.

Chen Ying felt that he had become very proficient in using this technique.

but.

"Hahaha, teacher, you're here again! Your three-part speech has long been exposed on the Internet. I can do it too! Teacher, you look so handsome today. You just forgot to shave again. But it doesn't affect your majestic image in our minds at all!"

Chen Ying: ...Children nowadays are becoming more and more difficult to deal with!

"Fuck you, class is about to start, stop making noise. If you want to make noise, wait until PE class and you can do it as you please!"

"I know!" The students answered sparsely.

Chen Ying didn't bother with them. Even though these kids were in their rebellious period and would confront you in various ways, they would still do what they promised. This was because Chen Ying gave them enough trust and respect.

As soon as Chen Ying walked out of the classroom, a student poked his head out and shouted at Chen Ying's back: "Oh, by the way, teacher, the song is called "We will rock you"!"

Chen Ying waved his hand to show that he understood, and walked towards the office without looking back, thinking that his tall and majestic back must be very handsome in the eyes of the students! Who knew that after Chen Ying left, more heads popped out from the back of the classroom, stacked together from top to bottom.

The first head: "Why does the teacher always turn his back to us?"

The second head: "You don't understand this, don't you? In the teacher's era, this was called 'real men never look back at the explosion', which was a very pretentious behavior."

The third head: "But this looks stupid!"

All heads nodded at the same time. It was not just stupid, it was stupid as hell! Alas, it was because he was our head teacher, so we had to give him some face. Otherwise, if it was someone else, he would be so angry that he would doubt his life in a minute! Chen Ying, who had no idea what the students were really thinking, walked into the office slowly. After greeting his colleagues, Chen Ying sat in his office chair, ready to open his lesson plan and review today's lesson plan to see if there were any omissions.

At this time, the dean walked in, complaining as he walked: "What's wrong with the students today? Why did they start banging their heads on the desks so early in the morning and howling like ghosts and wolves? It took me a long time to call them back!"

Chen Ying's heart moved, and he remembered the scene he saw in the classroom. He couldn't help but try it himself. It was very simple, just clapping the table twice and then clapping. Chen Ying didn't realize until he finished clapping that he didn't know when he had learned this rhythm.

It's too brainwashing! The dean was just feeling unhappy when he saw Chen Ying slamming the table, as if he was deliberately contradicting him. He immediately got angry: "Teacher Chen! What are you doing! It's okay for students to slam the table, but why are you, as a teacher, fooling around with students?"

Chen Ying realized that his behavior was not appropriate, and quickly explained: "Director, I want to demonstrate to you, is the rhythm of students clapping on the table the same?"

The dean replied angrily, "How would I know? It's so noisy!"

Other teachers heard it clearly: "It seems to be this rhythm. It's the same in our class. Students came here early in the morning and were banging on their desks. They also said this is the most popular song today? It's inexplicable."

"I heard the same rhythm, Teacher Chen, do you know what's going on?"

The students were all willing to talk to Chen Ying about things and tell him what was really in their hearts. Although the other teachers didn't say it, they were a little envious in their hearts. Of course, they liked to ask Chen Ying about anything, hoping to find some answers from him.

Chen Ying did not hide it: "I heard from my students that this is a song called "We will rock you", so this should be the correct name."

As soon as Chen Ying finished speaking, the teacher next to him searched for the song on the computer. After refreshing the page, a whole page of related information popped up, and at the top was the audio source from the Tianlai Music platform.

The dean of studies said directly: "Open it and listen to what weird songs kids like nowadays!"

The teacher readily clicked the preview button, and then everyone in the office heard a very familiar rhythm slowly coming out: "Dongdong! Pa! Dongdong! Pa! Dongdong! Pa!"

The dean pointed his finger and said, "This is it, this is it!"

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Chen Ying also recognized that the students in her class were also clapping to the same rhythm. However, unlike the students, the rhythm in this sound source brought together more people, using chorus, stomping, clapping and sound delay to create a hymn effect with multiple people participating.

That feeling is really exciting!

"Oh, this song is pretty good! It makes me feel excited just by listening to it!"

"It sounds really exciting. I can't help but want to clap my hands on the table to the rhythm."

"No wonder the students like it. I like it too, but banging the table is not a good idea..."

Moreover, as the song sounded and the chorus of "We will we will rock you" came, Chen Ying had an urge to slam the table and stomp his feet!

What a pity, the Dean... huh?

Chen Ying glanced at the serious-looking dean of studies, only to see that his body was slightly leaning forward, his head moving little by little in a short but very distinct rhythm. Chen Ying couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth.

Oh, man!

The song had not yet ended, but the bell rang. The teachers who were immersed in the music woke up one after another and went to class with their lesson plans. Chen Ying was no exception.

On the contrary, the dean of studies had no classes. Seeing that all the teachers had gone to class and other teachers in the office were preparing for lessons, the dean of studies simply turned around and went back to his office and closed the door heavily.

Then, a rhythmic melody floated out from the crack of the door, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing:

"We will rock you!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang!"

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(End of this chapter)