Reborn Star Singer

"Mr. Brent sent you a message on the Third Fleet, and I answered it for you." Grant mentioned the text message sent by the music festival committee the day before yesterday. "Due to the collapse of the Scholar, this music festival has to be suspended." .”

"It doesn't matter, there are music festivals every year." Alva said without hesitation, "Let's participate again next year. Next year, I will definitely win."

Gran looked at Alva who was determined to win, showing hesitation, but still had to tell the boy, "Music festivals do not allow repeated registration."

The young man with a leisurely expression turned his neck stiffly when he heard the words, his facial expression became ferocious, "You, say, what?"

"You participated in this music festival. According to the usual practice, contestants cannot participate in the competition again, which means that you cannot participate in the next music festival."

Just as Gran never knew what it meant to be tactful, Alva never knew what it meant to be confrontational.

"I want to sleep, good night." Turn off the light and pull the quilt.

"It's nine o'clock in the morning," said Gran, looking at the time on the table.

"I'm sleepy!"

"You just woke up." Gran said.

"Okay! To be honest, I'm very depressed, can you watch it disappear at the right time!" The atmosphere that was fine just now became heavy again, Alva pulled the quilt over his head, no matter what Grann said ask.

"You didn't lose, so there's no need to be depressed." Grann finally said something that was comforting.

"But I didn't win either." Alva's voice was muffled under the blanket, with a heavy feeling.

"Is winning or losing really that important?" Gran asked.

Alva could feel Grann's hands on his shoulders through the quilt, and when he heard Grann's question, although he was reluctant to admit his utilitarianism, he still answered, "Because I was looking forward to it, and suddenly there was nothing, why? I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. Of course, it’s not because of this at all, it’s not because I lost but because I failed to reach the level I expected, no matter what I will not be reconciled.” I can’t prove my ability.

"I think you have already won." Gran said, patting Alva on the shoulder lightly, "Your song is very nice, so many people are willing to follow you and listen to your song all the way, that's enough , you will always be the little prince of Barudo."

"You don't need the last sentence, thank you." Alvara sat up from the quilt, sighed and said, "Actually, I still want to say thank you to Mr. Brent in person, and Mr. Principal too."

Gran paused at the headmaster's name.Alva felt something was wrong when he saw Grann showing this expression, and asked

"Is there any bad news that you hesitate to tell me?"

"Mr. Christopher Bruno... is on the Scholar's death list."

The two looked at each other and fell silent. Alva pushed the dinner plate into Gran's arms and pulled the quilt decisively, "I still need to sleep."

"Mr. Brent asked me to ask you for him if you are interested in going to his school on Mercury." Grann looked helplessly at the top of his head which covered his face again and only showed a fluffy head, "Although I live with you The place is not in a small town, but it is very convenient to have a special car to pick you up.”

So, a month later, Alva stood at the fall entrance ceremony of the Mercury Music and Military Academy.

But can you tell him... why his seat is the teacher's seat? !Sitting next to him is that hedgehog named Ander? !

"Now let's welcome our new teacher, from the Scholar, an excellent musician from San Bruno, Andre Rick and his friend Alva Marco!" Mr. Brent sat on the highest seat with a kind smile Gentle, like any old fox.

Alva sat in a strangely sad position, and he found out that he had been cheated!He asked for a raise!Changing from a student to a teacher in just one month is more difficult than letting him accept an old monster who has changed from 27 to 17, ah no, I don’t know how old.

He can't be a teacher who teaches and works tirelessly. What he hopes most is to be a student for a lifetime until he dies.

He strongly demanded additional spiritual pension.

"Next, our new teacher will say a few words for us."

"Hmph, whether you are a freshman or a student who has been studying for a certain period of time, bow down to my music."

So hot-blooded, you can tell it's the hedgehog head as soon as you hear it.

Ah, the microphone is coming. Say something.Alva stared at the microphone in a daze.

"The road to music is very long and there is still a lot to learn. I would like to encourage you with you." Alva thought about it and could only squeeze out this dry sentence.He's telling the truth, and he thinks a modest attitude shouldn't be hated, unlike a hedgehog.Alva nodded inwardly with satisfaction.

Alva never knew that his expressionless face would offend people even if he didn't say anything, let alone how hypocritical it is to hear a group of true and middle-aged students.We must know that second-year students always worship those teachers who are independent and even arrogant, not those who are smooth and condescending.False Bingshan Alva's cold words of mutual encouragement with you simply aroused the dissatisfaction of the second-year middle school students.

"Tch, what are you pretending to be? I didn't really win the championship, but the media gave me the title of Uncrowned King." Someone said in the crowd.Alva is always calm when facing the second grade.There are too many middle school students around me, and this body is only one.The fine-grained condemnation in the audience continued, and Alva's thoughts drifted to the title of the uncrowned king after the prince, the beauty, and the star of the dawn.

What is the Uncrowned King and can it be eaten?

Chick, a bunch of stinky kids, don't think he didn't see those jealous faces.

Because of curiosity, admiration, but you can't get close, so you don't care about it to win attention or something, don't be too much.

Maybe it's because the usual indifferent face is too annoying, or the already lengthy opening ceremony makes people feel irritable, and everyone urgently needs some fun or problems to solve.There was a commotion below.Of course, no matter how noisy it was, there were actually only a few boys taking the lead in making noises, and most of the girls were staring at his face, so there was no time.

"Tch, what's the big deal, it's not that San Bruno has a lot of recommended places. If our school also has so many places, it's not your turn at all. Maybe your principal was dismissed for this reason. He's one of the judges for extra places, don't you think so?" A tall boy with glasses analyzed complacently towards the one behind him.

If it's just a personal attack on Alva, Alva really thinks it's nothing.Young people who haven't said a few stupid words, but self-righteously involve the school that represents honor and family, and involve the deceased seniors, can't be tolerated.Seeing that something was wrong, Mr. Brent was about to stop, but someone was faster than him.

Ander directly picked up the teacher's miniature mixer and threw it at the student's head!Hearing a bang, everyone was frightened into silence.Alva forgot all the sarcasm that came to his lips, and only knew how to stare blankly at the menacing hedgehog.

The student who uttered such wild words just now was covering his bleeding head, he was there stupidly, the corner of his mouth was trembling for a long time before he could say something like you are a teacher and cannot beat students. However, when he saw the stool picked up by the hedgehog head, he finally He still closed his mouth with interest.

The hedgehog head grinned grinningly, stepped on the classroom mat with one foot, held the microphone on it with the other hand, and sneered,

"San Bruno is not yet your turn to judge, a young boy. If you have any brains, you should know that your principal is also a judge of the music festival. Also, if you think that the music festival can win competitions only by connections, Does it deserve to be the first music festival in LSE?! And our principal, the most notarized and responsible principal, I can say without hesitation in front of everyone, he is the best I have ever seen headmaster!"

Alva sighed, wanting to remind his alumni that your current boss is watching you from the stage.It's okay to praise the former principal, but adding the best one...will offend the boss.

Ah, the current boss is already smiling, horrible.

"And my alumni!" Ander hadn't finished his fury yet, he pulled Alva's sleeve, as if he wanted to lift him from the chair, and shouted at the hundreds of students in the hall, "You don't even He's not worthy to lick his shoes! Even Mr. Brent and I can't deny his talent, you, what are you!"

Alva tilted his head and tilted his body, half of his arm was pulled by someone, and half of his body was sitting on the chair.Although he didn't know how much hatred this sentence had added to him, he suddenly felt that, in fact... It's not bad to have someone maintain the same sense of belonging.

Although the hedgehog head grabbed his hand and strangled him sorely.

The author has something to say: three shifts.I'm going to die of exhaustion. We finished this in an Internet cafe, and the draft has not been revised.

Leave a message and reply together tomorrow, now I can't come back outside.Touch the bobbin of all messages.