cute special student

The new music theory teacher Yang Min is really unpleasant, at least in the eyes of the folk music class. She promotes Western music openly and secretly, ignoring the learning needs of folk music students.

Although she is the head teacher of the western music class, she is also the common music theory teacher of the two classes. This preference should not be so obvious.

The students in the folk music class seem to have noticed that everyone's attitude towards the music theory class is becoming more and more negative. Not only can they not listen to it, but they even feel tired of learning.

The next session was music theory class again, Shi Qiu lay on the table and said gloomily, "I don't like music theory class at all now."

Nan Zhao flipped through the book and said listlessly, "Me too."

"I really miss my former music theory teacher."

After class at noon, Nan Zhao went to line up with a few classmates. After eating, a few girls chattered about the latest news in school.

The eyes of someone next to him swept over here from time to time, and Nan Zhao asked a little uncomfortably, "What are they looking at?"

Xiaopang frowned and said with a smile: "That should be the look of worship. The operation of the two of you to go to the radio station to make funeral music is so awesome that it directly stopped a big battle."

Tang Qian echoed: "Nan Zhao, how did you come up with such a wicked idea? Fortunately, your brother protected you, otherwise you would have been beaten badly."

Nan Zhao shrank his neck and said, "I just don't want anyone to get hurt."

At this time, a girl pointed to the place not far away and said, "Oh? Isn't that Zhang Tao from the class next door? How could he cook at the teacher's window?"

"You don't know that. He is helping Teacher Yang to cook. I heard that flattery has been flying around recently, and now he is deeply loved by Teacher Yang."

Tang Qian clicked her tongue and said, "Sure enough, it's a dog's leg."

There was another music theory class in the afternoon, and the enthusiasm of the students in the folk music class had subsided, and they were not very energetic. Yang Min walked in with a book in his arms, still looking arrogant and conceited.

The matter of reading from the textbook has almost become Yang Min's daily operation. Nan Zhao propped his chin with one hand and looked out the window. For the first time, he felt that this kind of course was extremely boring.

On the podium, Yang Min looked at the listless students below, and said with some displeasure: "What? Don't you want to attend class?"

People with strong self-esteem will not reflect on their own mistakes at all, but think that they are all other people's problems.

Yang Min is this kind of person, she doesn't allow the students to look down on her, and she plans to catch someone out and punish her to make an example.

And Nan Zhao, who was sleepy, happened to be named.

"Does my class have a hypnotic effect? ​​Get out and stand outside!"

Nan Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then walked out of the classroom slowly under the pity eyes of everyone, with a bit of grievance hidden in his eyes.

In the teaching building opposite, the mathematics teacher of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School listed a few topics on the blackboard, threw the chalk on the table, and began to roll the roll.

The face of the student who was pointed was stagnant, and he went up to pick up the chalk, but he still had no idea to solve the problem.

"Go back and study hard! Gu swear you will come up and do it."

Gu Yan, whose name was called, threw the notebook aside, walked over to pick up the chalk, and wrote down a series of numbers and symbols.

When he was about to get the result, his peripheral vision scanned the corridor of the opposite teaching building, and suddenly caught a figure.

Gu Yan paused, put away the chalk and said, "Teacher, I can't figure out the result, so I want to go out and think about it."

The math teacher glanced at the formulas on the blackboard, and felt a little strange. The problem was basically solved, and the result was just written.

But under Gu Yan's firm attitude, he could only agree.

Although this student has excellent grades, his temper has always been eccentric, and ordinary teachers would not dare to embarrass him.

On the other side, Nan Zhao was standing outside the classroom, looking down at the toes of his shoes, wondering in his heart, when he looked up, he saw a person standing in the opposite corridor.

Isn't that Gu Oath?

Coincidentally, he was also fined to stand.

Although separated by a building, Nan Zhao still felt that he had company, and waved his hand towards the opposite side, the haze in his eyes dissipated, replaced by a bright smile.

Gu Yan didn't move, just looked at him fixedly, letting that bright smiling face come into view.

The day passed quickly, and after school in the evening, Nan Zhao and Shi Qiu walked out of the school gate together, but looked around the school gate, but did not see his car.

Shi Qiu pushed his bicycle out, saw his frowning, and asked, "What's the matter, Nan Zhao?"

Nan Zhao muttered in a low voice, "I didn't see my driver."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang in his pocket. It was the driver calling. It turned out that there was a car accident on the road, and there was a heavy traffic jam on the road there.

Nan Zhao was also considerate, and sent a message to tell him not to worry, and he can go home by himself today.

When Shi Qiu heard about it, he asked with concern: "Nan Zhao, what should you do? How about I send you back?"

Nan Zhao shook his head and said, "No need, I can take a taxi back by myself."

Shi Qiu's house is quite far from where Nan Zhao lives, and Nan Zhao is embarrassed to trouble him to make an extra trip.

Shi Qiu stepped on the pedals, turned around and waved his hands: "Then I'm going first, and I have to cook when I go back?"

Nan Zhao also waved his hand and said, "Okay, bye."

After bidding farewell to Shiqiu, Nan Zhao waited for a car on the side of the road, and he could wait for half a day without waiting for one. It is estimated that it is peak season, and it is difficult to hail a car with a mobile phone.

Nan Zhao pursed his lips and had no choice but to walk down the side of the road, intending to go to the intersection and wait.

There was a fortune-telling stall not far away. The owner of the stall was an uncle wearing glasses, muttering words, and there was a signboard next to it with the words Sai Banxian written on it.

When Nan Zhao passed by, he couldn't help but take another look, and was stopped by someone.

"This guy, please stay."

Nan Zhao paused, and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you calling me?"

Sai Banxian beckoned and said, "Anyone else besides you, come here, I have something to tell you."

Nan Zhao walked over and looked at him suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"

Sai Banxian looked at the erhu behind him, and laughed: "You are studying music, right, and you are in the nearby No. [-] Middle School."

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Sai Banxian glanced at him and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your surname is Nan and you were born in August."

Nan Zhao's eyes widened, "How do you know?"

"It does not matter."

Sai Banxian took out a lottery tube, handed it over and said, "Come, take one, and I'll make a fortune teller for you."

Nan Zhao hesitated for a moment, and still drew a lottery. The words on the sign were like ghostly drawn symbols, which he couldn't understand at all.

Sai Banxian took the lottery, looked at it carefully for a while, and his face gradually became serious: "It's broken, your fate is a bit special, and you will be doomed when you are 20 years old."

Nan Zhao asked doubtfully, "What catastrophe?"

Sai Banxian was silent for a few seconds, and said in a closed voice, "This...it's hard to say."

"However, if it is not cracked in time, there will be major problems, and it may be life-threatening."

"so serious?"

Nan Zhao simply sat down on the small stool, frowned and asked, "Then how to solve it?"

Sai Banxian's eyes flashed, and he immediately took out a jade ornament and said, "This piece of spiritual jade of mine has been consecrated in Shaolin Temple, it can gather spiritual energy from heaven and earth, if you hang it on your body, the calamity will be solved."

Nan Zhao's eyes lit up: "So?"

"I can give it to you, but you have to leave some incense money to help yourself accumulate some virtue."

"Okay." Nan Zhao understood, and generously took out two coins and put them on the table.

Sai Banxian picked up the two coins and said in disbelief, "That's it?"

Nan Zhao reasoned and said: "Isn't it possible? The incense money is for the gods, right? Why do the gods care about so much?"

"That's what I said, but gods also have to eat. Two coins are not enough for him to have a full meal."

"understood."

As Nan Zhao spoke, he opened the zipper of his schoolbag, and under Sai Banxian's expectant eyes, he took out two steamed buns that he hadn't finished eating at noon, blinked and said, "I should be full now."

Sai Banxian: "...", this child has a brain circuit problem.

But in the end, Nan Zhao still got the Lingyu, and bid farewell to Sai Banxian with a jump.

Sai Banxian gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, and muttered, "Forget it, it's only two yuan in stock, at least I've earned a meal of steamed stuffed buns."

Nan Zhao lifted Lingyu up and reflected it in the sun, wanting to see what was special about it, but because he didn't look at the road with his feet, he almost hit a bicycle at the corner.

Nan Zhao staggered back a few steps, the spirit jade in his hand fell to the ground, and shattered into two pieces.

"It's over."

Nan Zhao squatted down, looked at the broken jade on the ground, and felt that his heart was going to be broken.

"Is there anything wrong?" After the person next to him parked his bicycle, he hurried over to help him.

Nan Zhao raised his eyes, and when he saw a familiar face, his eyes became wet all of a sudden.

"You are responsible for me."

Gu Yan was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what he was talking about, but after seeing his tears, there was a lot of fluctuation in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Nan Zhao contemplated for a while, then complained in tears: "You broke my Lingyu, I will be finished when I am 20 years old."

Gu Xi was a little confused, but seeing his aggrieved appearance, he hesitated and asked: "Then I will pay you a piece?"

As soon as the words were finished, there was a lot of movement from behind. Nan Zhao looked back and found that Sai Banxian was caught by two urban management officers and his signboard was confiscated.

"Come out to lie again, haven't you learned your lesson last time?"

"I'm sorry, sir, you go around me once, it won't happen next time."

Liar?

Gu Yan also guessed what happened, and explained patiently: "The fortune teller is a liar, and he specially picked the students nearby."

Nan Zhao tilted his head in doubt: "Then how did he know my name, or guess my birth month?"

Gu Yan glanced at him, pointed to the school card on his neck, with a helpless expression.

Nan Zhao looked down, and then remembered the name and date of birth on the school card, tears fell down uncontrollably again.

Gu Yan frowned: "What's wrong?"

Nan Zhao sniffed, and burst into tears: "It's too embarrassing!"