Li Yansong sat among the crowd, feeling uncomfortable all over and complaining in his heart.
How come the situation got completely out of control? The key point is that he has used this trick before. Wouldn't Fang Zhengyi use this to bully him in the future?
"Mr. Li, do you still have your enrollment brochure?" Zhang Dongxiang turned his head and asked.
"No, we threw it together. Haven't the people downstairs cleaned it up? Ask Lord Zheng."
Zheng Qiao held his sleeve with one hand, appearing calm and composed. "Why are you so anxious? Were you persuaded by Fang Zheng's few words? Go home and think about it carefully."
"Hey... you have to be the one to cultivate your energy."
Seeing this, Fang Zhengyi was already almost certain of winning.
After scanning twice more and seeing that no one moved, Fang Zhengyi shouted, "Everyone can go back now! get out of class dismissed!"
Seeing that Fang Zhengyi had begun to actively chase people away, some people stood up reluctantly.
But at this moment!
A melodious and pleasant voice sounded outside the door!
A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Fang Zheng's mouth.
Do you think this is the end? Naive!
"?~~?~?~?"
"Who's playing the flute?"
"What kind of music is this? It has an elegant style and should be quite famous. Why have you never heard of it?"
For a moment, the classroom was once again filled with discussions about music.
Fang Zheng walked to the classroom door silently and pushed it open.
I saw a musician standing outside the door, and the sound of the flute kept coming out from his mouth.
Everyone looked at him sideways, and Fang Zhengyi shamelessly explained: "Everyone, this piece of music is called 'Going Home'. It was a piece I made when I was young. I was good at music when I was young, but now my skills have completely deteriorated. But fortunately, I still remember the tune."
"This piece of music is one of the reminders for the end of get out of class in our school. It is designed to help students relax and improve their music appreciation and aristocratic taste. In the future, we will change famous paintings in the corridors of our school from time to time. These are all insignificant little tricks designed to cultivate children's character."
Listening to this novel and beautiful tune, the ministers went completely crazy!
Insignificant! ?
This is so fucking thoughtful!
No...my child must go to Yucai Primary School!!
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