The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

It's a pity that Yun Yong'an was not very lucky, just as he slipped into the classroom from behind, his teacher Jiao Banxue discovered him.

"The student who came in from behind," Jiao Banxue held a chalk, stared at Yun Yongan and asked a question, "Please answer, the five most representative musical instruments in Western countries."

Someone was late and was caught by the teacher. The students in the class turned their heads one after another, wanting to see what the guy who dared to be late on the first day of school looked like.

Jiang Xiaoai also followed the teacher's eyes and looked back. Seeing that it was Yun Yongan who was being questioned, she was stunned. She really couldn't understand why Yun Yongan appeared here. Isn't he from the art department?What are you doing in music class?
No one answered Jiang Xiao's heartfelt question, and everyone's attention was attracted by the question.

In this world where culture is the sword, fighting to the death.

The representative musical instrument of the country must be the most proud existence of the country. Once the representative musical instrument is defeated by other countries, it will deal a huge blow to the cultural confidence of the country.

Therefore, various countries have spread a lot of smoke bombs to confuse the public. All kinds of news are mixed together, and no one dares to say that what they know is true.

In class, the students whispered to each other and talked a lot.

"It's the piano, the violin, the cello, the trombone, and the drums."

"Fart, the drum set is just a splicing product, miscellaneous but not refined, and it is not as loud as the Chinese drum."

"Then what are you talking about? It's not a drum, can it be a saxophone? A hybrid of a bass clarinet and an Ophelia horn body!"

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There was a commotion in the audience, Yun Yongan took the opportunity to look for Jiang Xiaoai among the crowd.

Not many people were interested in the course "Music History of Various Countries", and the huge classroom was quite empty. Yun Yong'an easily found the slender Linghu Youyi, and followed the clues to find the two little ones and Jiang Xiaoai.

"Give me peace! Don't disturb others to answer questions."

Amid Jiao Banxue's furious roar, there was a lot of shouting, as if the classroom in the vegetable market had instantly quieted down, and everyone's eyes coincided with each other, focusing on Yun Yong'an.

The gazes of a mere few dozen people did not cause any pressure to Yun Yongan, who used to sing on stage. He walked slowly to Jiang Xiaoai's position while reading the answers found in the system.

"The Western countries, known as the Alliance of Nations, can really be put on the table, but there are only five countries, and one of them is a former subsidiary of our Great Sage Empire."

"Because the West has not unified the language, they used the national flower as the new country name based on the original country name."

"In terms of musical instruments, the country of Rose, formerly known as the United States, plays the saxophone. The country of Rose, formerly known as the Country of Ying, plays the organ. Piano. The rest is Sakura Country, which was also our former vassal country Dongying, and their instruments are mainly shamisen.”

"The piano is a keyboard instrument in Western classical music. It has the reputation of "King of Musical Instruments". Its range ranges from A2 to C5. It covers almost all the music in the music system..."

Yun Yong'an stood beside Jiang Xiaoai, watched the rising reputation, and read all the information provided by the system.

The gazes of other students changed from suspicion, to shock, and finally to admiration.

Jiao Banxue stood on the podium, flipping through the lesson plans her father had prepared for her, feeling a little flustered for no reason.

She is not an official university teacher, but just a tool person to help her father substitute classes.

It is really unreasonable for the teacher to ask for leave in the first class, but the professor in charge of the music history class and his apprentice were both held back by an important performance.

Jiao Banxue could only take the lesson plan prepared by her father and rush to rescue the scene.

She majored in archeology, and could only barely touch the history of music.

But considering that they are all freshmen and their knowledge is shallow, Jiao Banxue still accepted the task with full confidence.

"Father, how does your student know so much? What he said is more detailed than the notes you gave me. Is what he said right?"

Jiao Banxue complained wildly from the bottom of her heart, but her face was still calm.

After Yun Yongan finished speaking, she waved her hand, "Yes, it looks like you have previewed after class. But don't be proud. Although music history is only a part of history, it is still very heavy. Don't master a little knowledge, just Arrogant."

"Also," Jiao Banxue took out the roster from under the lesson plan, "Student, what's your name? I'll cross off your absence for you, so don't be late again next time!"

Yun Yongan recovered from the state of reading aloud, turned his head to look at the podium, because of the angle, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by Jiao Banxue's black silk legs, along the long legs up, across the hill, Yun Yongan saw Jiao Banxue, and forced himself to be calm , but with extremely flustered eyes, he suddenly wanted to tease her.

Therefore, Yun Yong'an put on a frivolous expression: "No need, teacher. I'm not a student in this class. I just passed by the door and was attracted by your voice. I couldn't help but walked in and wanted to listen in. I didn't expect to disturb you. The teacher's normal teaching was interrupted. In order to express my apology, I will treat you to dinner after class."

Jiao Banxue glanced back and forth at Yun Yongan and Jiang Xiaoai for a few times, and complained frantically again in her heart: "Attracted by my voice? Treating guests to dinner. I already have such a beautiful little girlfriend, but I'm not satisfied. I'm eating from a bowl and watching He's in the pot, but he looks pretty handsome, and he's a good singer at the freshman party, he's quite talented, my dad has been urging me to find a partner, so it's not impossible to think about it."

Although Jiao Banxue frantically built all kinds of small theaters in his head, in reality, he still maintained the appearance of a teacher: "It's okay, any student, no matter whether he has taken my class or not, as long as he wants to learn, I welcome everyone. Sit down first, and we will continue with the class."

After Yun Yongan nodded at Jiao Banxue, he sat down in the empty seat next to Jiang Xiaoai.

Jiao Banxue lightly squeezed the space between her eyebrows, put aside the random thoughts just now, picked up a piece of chalk from the table, wrote down the several musical instruments that Yun Yongan just talked about on the blackboard, and began to introduce their characteristics one by one .

After the teacher's attention was diverted, Jiang Xiaoai carefully tugged at the corner of Yun Yongan's clothes, tilted her head sideways and whispered in his ear: "Yong'an, why are you here? Aren't you going to class? That trickster ,did you find it?"

Jiang Xiaoai's breath bumped into Yun Yongan's earlobe, itching and numb, stirring his emotions, unexpectedly he felt a subtle sense of guilt for his actions just now.

Soon, this trace of guilt was cut off by the little devil in Yun Yongan's heart, and his bones were crushed.