The music class was taken over again

"Dare to act but not to act," Yan Ze sneered contemptuously, "You guys get the hell out of here first."

She regained her composure, and said to Huang Li: "Mr. Huang, please choose a few people to make up for it. Don't let a few mouse droppings get in the way!"

"Do you want to lose face?" Yan Ze asked sharply again.

Several boys lowered their heads and said nothing.

Qiaozheng didn't know what happened yet. Beads of sweat hung on her face, she was panting for breath, and the hair on her forehead was wet.

Yan Ze and Huang Li exchanged a look in tacit understanding.

Huang Li said: "It's just...these people don't rehearse carefully."

Qiao Zheng came down for a short life, a little stunned, would Teacher Yan still care about these things?

At this time, I have to be affectionate and sweet to myself. Teacher Yan must be considerate of my hard work.

Yan Ze scolded the boys bloody in public, without saving any sympathy.

This also served as a warning to the monkeys. Huang Li took the opportunity to remind other students: "You have all seen it, don't mess around and rehearse carefully!"

Huang Li leaned over to Qiao Zheng and lowered his voice: "Your face is easy to make people think. The director happened to bump into these little kids who didn't talk about serious things. Be careful yourself, don't give away your phone number. The WeChat ID or something leaked out."

Qiaozheng's eyes sparkled, red crept up her cheeks silently, heat was stirring in her body, and she grabbed the skirt of her clothes with her hands.

Her eyes were all on Teacher Yan alone, and at this moment, Teacher Yan was glaring, his face was cold, his thin lips opened and closed quickly, and the muscles on his face relaxed and moved following her sharp reprimand.

The sweetness in Qiao Zheng's heart was gradually replaced by a sense of loss.

She didn't even say hello to herself when she came, she just knew how to beat and swear, really!

Tang Xi opened her mouth wide when she saw it: "Mr. Qiao, this is..."

Qiao Zheng said very formally: "Let me introduce, Teacher Yan Ze, the director of the third year of senior high school, named Mijue Shitai."

"Oh..." Tang Xi's mouth didn't match, and she suddenly looked like a bird, "Mr. Huang, it's so scary..."

Huang Li smiled: "I'm used to scolding, you just don't want to provoke such a powerful character."

Tang Xi talked about his school: "Listen to me..."

Tang Xi's expressions are particularly rich, with lively nose, mouth, eyes and eyebrows. She is a qualified storyteller and has a natural charm.

"There is a boy in our school who is a professional latecomer. He was late one day, but this person is late every day, and the class teacher is used to it. Why was he beaten on this day?"

Tang Xi paused, leaving room for the audience's imagination.

Both Qiao Zheng and Huang Li stretched their necks, waiting for Tang Xi to come one by one.

"Because the head teacher of this class drank mutton soup yesterday, so here comes the question, why did the mutton soup make the head teacher angry?"

Qiao Zheng is impatient, "Say it quickly, Tang Xi."

Tang Xi smiled mysteriously: "Because he added more pepper noodles to the mutton soup, so the problem..."

Qiaozheng couldn't take it anymore and interrupted her: "Let's ignore this question, Mr. Tang, please be concise."

"So the class teacher found out that his voice was hoarse the next day. He came to the morning reading and found that the professional accountant was late, so he called the classmate with his broken voice, but his voice was broken and he couldn't get up. The classmates didn't hear it, so they were still leisurely."

"In addition, this classmate's test scores have also dropped a lot, and he was punished for several crimes. The head teacher was furious, and took the boy outside the classroom and kicked him a few times. A few days later, a public account appeared on WeChat. An article, calling out the head teacher by name and saying how perverted he is, and attaching a photo from no one knows where it came from."

Qiaozheng felt dissatisfied: "Many public accounts have created something out of nothing and distorted the facts in order to sensationalize the public."

Tang Xi flicked her hair: "But when the parents see this kind of thing, they must be overwhelmed with anger and repost it crazily. The head teacher has been found by the school several times and even wrote a self-criticism."

Qiaozheng knows that many elementary school teachers have not dared to punish their children in recent years, and they have to weigh up even a few words out loud, but boys in their seventeenth and eighteenth years are tough, and they beat them a few times to make them remember. Punishing students is also timid, so what is the difference between going to school and stocking them.

Tang Xi said with emotion: "If you meet that kind of ruffian, maybe he will fight back!"

The three chatted for a while and rehearsed for another half an hour.

In the third year of high school, the pressure is not small, especially in the second year of high school, which is the stage where I learn the most.

After a while, the head of the class came down to remind them, saying that the head teacher asked the students to go back for fear of delaying their studies.

Qiao Zheng and the others can't help it. Compared with the university entrance exam, a small sports meeting group gymnastics is not worth mentioning at all. The class teachers don't care how spectacular the opening ceremony is, they only care about the scores of the students in the exam.

After the final plan was finalized, Teacher Tang and Teacher Tian also went back.

Qiaozheng has always been worried, always complaining to Huang Li: "I've never encountered such a situation before, you say, let's have two schools practice their own, will the effect be good, I'm still worried."

Huang Li can take it easy: "There is nothing to worry about, the movements are all designed, and when the time comes to dance to the rhythm, how can something go wrong?"

Maybe some men are born careless and not delicate enough, Qiao Zheng didn't complain to him anymore, she was very worried.

Until the rehearsal day.

The team on the playground was mighty, and the children from No. [-] Middle School had just arrived, and they couldn't even find their seats. Hundreds of people were running around, and the scene was chaotic.

Tang Xi had no choice but to use the school's radio: "Students in No. [-] Middle School are all standing in the odd-numbered row. How they stood before is still how they stand now! Don't mess up, don't mess up!"

After ten minutes, everyone finally found their place.

Qiao Zheng frowned her beautiful eyebrows. From the very beginning, she felt that this group exercise was a failure.

Taking chances, she thought that everyone would get into the mood when the music started, but things went against her expectations. Standing on the stands, she had a clear view of what was going on below. This was group gymnastics.

Some of the students in the back row were obviously just making up for it. Except for stretching their arms and legs, their bodies didn't move at all!

Because the students in the No. [-] Middle School are in the odd number column, and the students in the No. [-] Middle School are in the even number column. If you look carefully, you can find that the effects of the two sides are quite different.

Qiaozheng was afraid of making a mistake, so she took a closer look. She was 100% sure that there were too many students paddling in the No. [-] Middle School.

She didn't want to offend anyone, but the sports meeting was imminent, so she said bluntly: "Teacher Tian, ​​if you look at the students in your school, just look at the first column. The movements are too messy."

Teacher Tian was not happy anymore: "Don't spitting blood at others, opening your mouth means that our school dances badly!"

Qiao Zheng was in a hurry: "Mr. Tian, ​​I don't have one. I originally stood in single and double rows. The first row is not your school. Could it be our school?"

Teacher Tian knew she was in the wrong, but she wanted to save face. She didn't want to admit that she was not good enough in front of a junior. She pointed at Qiao Zheng's nose and stared at her with her eyes: "The little girl has a big temper. What do you think we should do now? We are too. After rehearsing for so long, tomorrow is the opening ceremony, what's the use of accusing me?"

Tang Xi saw it, and immediately came over to persuade him.

Teacher Tian took a look at Qiao Zheng and walked away. Without thinking, Qiao Zheng went and grabbed her sleeve: "Teacher Tian, ​​don't go, there is still half a day, there is still time!"

Agreeing to him was tantamount to admitting that his students were inferior. Teacher Tian gave Qiao Zheng a hard-hearted push.

Although Teacher Tian is a woman, her strength should not be underestimated.

The author has something to say: Mr. Yan doesn't have many roles, I'm ashamed