I want to kill a god before I die

"What is this?" Lin Yumu was dumbfounded.

Isn't this just changing strange postures with the music? !

Can this count as acting? !

etc!Teacher, why are you nodding? !

Under Lin Yumu's astonished gaze, the music gradually subsided, and the three of Liu Ang finally completed their performance.

"Not bad, the art show adapted from the poses of models on the cover of fashion magazines is very thoughtful." The music teacher immediately praised it.

"Great!"

Several students hugged each other excitedly and jumped up happily.

"However, except you!"

The music teacher's eyes turned cold in vain, pointing to Huang Shanshan who was still smiling.

Chapter 82 Flamingos

"However, except you!"

The cold negation, like a bolt from the blue, made Huang Shanshan's complexion pale with fright.

"But, why?" Lin Yumu lost his voice.

"Because she is a woman, and she is not fully engaged, and her movements are incompatible with this fierce performance, so she will not pass." The music teacher is really strict.

"Then is there a chance to make up the exam?" Lin Yumu asked quickly.

"Their questions are free to play, so there is no chance to make up the exam."

The music teacher turned to look at Huang Shanshan, and ordered: "Let's go, let's go to the Political and Education Office."

"Department of Political Affairs and Education"

Huang Shanshan folded her arms tremblingly, her eyes were already watering out of fear.

"Shanshan"

Lin Yumu held Huang Shanshan's hand with tears in his eyes.

The person who made the female ghost angry last time has been chopped into meat, waiting for her future, what will it be?

"Is it really impossible?"

Just when Lin Yumu was in a state of confusion, there was a knock on the door.

Knock knock knock!

"anyone there?"

It was a lazy, casual male voice.

This voice made Lin Yumu's eyes light up.

"Please come in."

The music teacher stopped.

First came a mobile phone, then a pole, and finally a person.

"Wow, it's quite lively at night."

"Old Zombie!!!"

Lin Yumu wanted to rush up and hug him.

The man with invincibility written on his face, here he comes!

"who are you?"

Sensing the yin energy in Fan Jiang's body, the music teacher frowned.

"Who's talking?"

"It's not like that beauty"

"Anchor, your cabinet moved!"

The barrage instantly became lively.

"Ah, I forgot to set it, please wait a moment."

Fan Jiang was dazed, and changed the camera mode to the ghost shooting mode in one click of the phone settings.

"Did you see the picture?"

Fan Jiang raised the pole again.

"Fuck! Why are there more people?"

"Damn it! This young lady in red, I can do it!"

"Smelly woman! Stay away from my zombie!"

Seeing the music teacher's complexion getting worse and worse, Fan Jiang finally replied: "My name is Fan Jiang, I'm an anchor, and everyone calls me Brother Zhuang. I think you guys are quite lively, can I join you?"

"We are taking an exam!" The music teacher said seriously.

"The exam, I miss it so much. Can I sign up?" Fan Jiang was eager to try.

"As expected of you."

"Brother Zombie dies every day."

"Rocket, rocket, rocket."

The barrage flashed again.

The music teacher sized him up for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."

I don't know whether it is anger or appreciation hidden under this calm expression.

Fan Jiang smiled with satisfaction, kicked out the tripod of the selfie stick, and pointed the camera at the stage.

"Okay, I'm going to perform on stage, and the boss who gave the gift will thank himself first." Fan Jiang quickly finished his explanation, and then rolled his eyes at the music teacher.

"Come on, old zombie!"

Lin Yumu cheered in a low voice, Fan Jiang turned his head and gave her a thumbs up

Then, the lights dimmed, and Fan Jiang disappeared into the darkness.

The music sounded, and he walked forward like drunk, as well as the bohemian singing.

"I am full of disgust in the night."

"Sadly raining, in this cherry blossom season with dark clouds."

"Desolate streets are unforgiving."

"I was crying in loneliness, laughing at myself."

Fan Jiang stretched out his hand to the fiery red teacher.

The music teacher's shoulders stiffened in vain, and he had no expectation of this interaction.

Seeing that she didn't move, Fan Jiang turned sideways and gave a self-deprecating smirk.

"I can't laugh, it's really vulgar to expose each other's scandals."

"Wearing crimson hair accessories."

"Neurotic rival."

"I really want to touch, your velvety eye ends."

"And your slightly cold smile!"

Without hesitation in the straightforward words of praise, Fan Jiang's fingers were grasping in the air, and his feet were stepping on a strange dance like a bird walking, as if being drawn by an invisible thread, he leaned towards the music teacher.

"You are Fa Fa Fa Famingo."

"Brightly colored Fa Fa Fa Famingo."

Fan Jiang sang selflessly, turned his back to the music teacher, and walked beside her.

The music teacher's red lips parted slightly, and she reached out to grab his shoulder, but she retracted it.

"Dancing precariously, smiling and saying that I can't go back."

"What remains is loneliness and jealousy. Thank you for your patronage. Please cherish me more next time."

When he sang this line, Fan Jiang turned around and put his right hand on the side of the music teacher's cheek, but did not touch it.

His eyes were affectionate, making the teacher's breath short.

Just when she was about to touch Fan Jiang's hand with her face, the latter took a step back and bowed slightly.

"I am very grateful to see this."

"Reckless and exuberant, superficial and flippant."

Fan Jiang turned to the teacher's back and chanted softly in her ear.

The teacher shrank his shoulders, as if a deer bumped his chest, but pretended to be calm.

"Strong on the outside but dry on the inside, humming in a low voice."

"Panic and frivolous, pretending to be stupid."

After being exposed by the lyrics, the music teacher blushed slightly.

But Fan Jiang had already circled her around, returned to his body again, grabbed her hands, and continued singing to her white hands like jade.

"I just want to hear your lovely voice."

"Get some ill-gotten gains sporadically."

"A thief in broad daylight."

At this point in the song, Fan Jiang let go and left, escaping into the darkness.

"The one who shines on this boring stage."

"Even if it's just you."

At this time, under the lamp, only the teacher was left.

For no reason, a look of panic appeared on her face, and she chased into the darkness.

A pair of hands grabbed her again, hugged her slender waist, and danced under the light.

"That's Fa Fa Fa Famingo."

"Horrible Fa Fa Fa Famingo."

"Wiggle shyly, make a face, it's time to say goodbye."

"That's not the case at all, give me some serious consideration before you speak."

"Damn guy, don't even try to take back what you say."

The two cooperated tacitly, as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Black sets off red, and red longs for black.

Just when the atmosphere was at its highest point, Fan Jiang's arm swept across his back, stepped out with one foot, and supported the teacher to lie down on his side.

At this time, the style of music changed suddenly.

Fan Jiang raised his head, as if praying to the sky.

"Cold rain, runny nose."

"I hold the foxtail in my right hand."

"To this day, no trickery of this magnitude can fool anyone."

"Forever wandering in the cracks."

"A request to the king of hell."

"Please look at that poor man."