The system asked me to be a teacher

Chapter 15
Looking at Jia Tiehan who looked at him with contempt, Kong Meng said: "Who said that Chinese teachers can't understand music?"

Jia Tiehan said: "So you understand? Then I will test you. What do you think of Miao Miao's performance just now?"

"Do you need me to tell the truth?"

"Please show your honesty, old man. As for the class fee of less than 15 yuan per class, don't say it again."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

It seems that this guy has a deep resentment for fooling him!
But is this my fault?Even if you are looking for the real master, you should also look for Hao Jian and Xiao Yueyue, right?
He pointed to the stage where Zheng Miao was on: "If you are at this level, I suggest you don't participate in "Looking for a Good Voice". Let alone a round of tours, it is mainly a waste of train tickets."

Jia Tiehan: "..."

He jumped up angrily: "What are you talking about? A round of tour? The lighting, scenes, props, and dance steps here are all designed by me, bit by bit. Even if you don't get the ranking, you can pass the preliminary audition. It's still fine."

Kong Meng wondered: "Pass the preliminary audition? Is this different from the round tour?"

Jia Tiehan: "..."

"You... alright, then you have a way to help Miao Miao get a good ranking? I'd like to hear Teacher Kong's advice!"

Kong Meng shook his head: "I'm not saying no, I don't mean things like lighting, scenes, props and dance steps that don't mean much, but the song itself.

Although in a literal sense, "Looking for a Good Voice" focuses on the singer's voice, but no matter how good the voice is, it is difficult to show it without excellent songs as a carrier.

On the contrary, even if the voice is slightly flawed, as long as the singer and the song fit well, they can still become a blockbuster. "

After listening to what Confucius and Mencius said, Jia Tiehan sneered and said: "Mr. Kong, I really thought you were so powerful, so it turns out that you don't have back pain when you stand and talk!

Do you really think I don't know the importance of a good song to a singer?But good songs are not Chinese cabbage. Even if one or two songs are released occasionally, they are all snatched away by gold medal musicians.Buying songs is not only about having money, but also about connections. "

Kong Meng said with a smile: "A good song may be hard to find for you, but it is nothing to me. Although I am a teacher by profession, I occasionally write songs in private.

Zheng Miao, as long as you go back to school with the teacher obediently, the teacher can tailor a few songs for you.Although there is no guarantee that you will win the championship, it should be no problem to be in the top ten. "

"Hahahaha..." As soon as Confucius and Mencius finished speaking, Jia Tiehan burst out laughing unscrupulously, "Teacher, do you have any misunderstandings about song writing? This is not an appreciation text, you summarize the central idea of ​​the article No matter how good it is."

Although Zheng Miao didn't speak, but judging from her expression, she was similar to Jia Tiehan.

Confucius and Mencius spread their hands: "I really know how to write songs, how can you believe me?"

If at the very beginning, Jia Tiehan believed what Confucius and Mencius said, after Confucius and Mencius told the class fee of 15 yuan, his impression in Jia Tiehan's mind would become a typical example of boasting.

And Kong Meng said that not only can he write songs, but the quality of the songs can also ensure that Zheng Miao enters the top ten, which can no longer be described as pretentious.

Those charlatans who run the train with their mouths full of mouths dare not say that!
I don't know how this guy got into the pure team of teachers.

Of course, Jia Tiehan is a kind person. Although he knew that Confucius and Mencius were fooling people, he didn't say anything: "You want me to believe it? It's very simple! As the saying goes, a mule is a horse. It can’t be done, and everyone will know it as soon as they hear it.”

Confucius nodded: "Yes, what kind of songs do you want to listen to?"

"Whatever, it's best to find what you are good at. If it doesn't work for a while, it will be because of other reasons. You guys still haven't given up the stage to our Teacher Kong."

Four of the six jumped off the stage when they heard the words. Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming, who were walking last, were about to follow, but they were stopped by Confucius.

"Wait, this song was created by me after three years of painstaking efforts...Well, I will sing a simple song first to find out the feeling, and you two will follow along and beat the beat along the way."

Compared with Zheng Miao, who was not stage-frightened, and Jia Tiehan, who was tit-for-tat, Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming were obviously much more timid. When they heard Confucius and Mencius's words, they hurriedly stood behind him.

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The chat group of class 1 of the second year of high school.

The students who had already been fans of Confucius and Mencius suddenly became lively again when they heard that he wanted to teach Zheng Miao to sing.

"What did I see just now? Teacher Kong said that he could help sister Miao get into the top ten voices. His tone, oh, it's hot!"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand upstairs. I think Mr. Kong's analysis is right. Sister Miao is very talented in music. What she lacks is only a good song."

"Nonsense, if she had a good song, she would have been popular a long time ago. Who doesn't know about it."

"Mr. Kong said he can write songs, is that true?"

"You won't believe it upstairs, will you?"

"But Teacher Kong is not the kind of person who talks big. Don't forget his "I Have a Dream". For someone who can write such a classic article, it is not difficult to write a good song, right?"

"Hush, don't talk, Teacher Kong is on stage... Wow, his posture is so handsome!"

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Walking up the steps, Kong Meng's expression became more and more serious. When he stood in the center of the stage, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, and everything outside had nothing to do with him.

An inexplicable emotion is brewing!
Jia Tiehan's expression also turned serious. Although he still didn't believe that Confucius and Mencius could write a good song, judging from the posture of the other party, it was not necessarily impossible.

Zheng Miao, the four back-up dancers in the audience, Long Aotian, and everyone in the sophomore (1) class also fell silent, and the entire KTV room suddenly felt like a storm was about to come.

The soothing tone sounds, giving people a kind of homely warmth.

Accompanied by the beat, Confucius and Mencius said softly: "Only a mother is good in this world. A child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw it into the arms of your mother, you will not be able to enjoy happiness..."

Jia Tiehan: "..."

Zheng Miao: "..."

The four backup dancers: "..."

Everyone in Class 1 of Senior Two: "..."

The live screen suddenly flickered, and then flickered, nothing could be seen.

It turned out that Long Aotian, who was the cameraman, couldn't bear it any longer, and dropped his phone to the ground.

The corners of Jia Tiehan's mouth twitched. Is this the good song that Confucius and Mencius said could help Zheng enter the top ten?

I bother!

You not only have hot ears, but also a fucking hot heart, my poor little heart!
It's fine if the song is bad, but the most speechless thing is that Kongmeng's libretto was out of tune, and it wasn't even on the beat.

This is a complete rookie who doesn't understand anything!
Not only was Kongmeng not aware of his poor performance, but he glared at Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming who was also shocked: "Why are you two in a daze? Sing to the teacher! Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass... ..."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming: "..."

"Hurry up, or I will ask Zhen Tiehan to give you a copy of his homework."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming obviously also knew about the daytime class, and their faces immediately changed when they heard this: "In the world...a child without a mother is like a grass..."

"Okay, not bad, come again: leave mother's arms, where can you find happiness..."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming: "Where can you find happiness..."

Jia Tiehan: "..."

He couldn't take it anymore, so he walked quickly to the speaker and turned it off with a snap: "Mr. Kong, I didn't dismantle your station. Although your song is novel, it is definitely not suitable for watching. Go back and forth wherever you go!"

(End of this chapter)