Private school two or three things

When Songyang said that he would teach the children shamisen, only one person was hesitant with a bitter face.

Undoubtedly, curly hair.

If someone asks why Curly hates shamisen so much, tell everyone the truth is...he hates all classes except kendo.

Romantic poetry and haiku?It's not bad if he can say a five-character sentence. (Japanese haiku is composed of "5 words, 7 words, 5 words", such as the famous "flowers and water" by Okita Souji.) A philosophy of history with unbridled thinking?Looking at Nobunaga Oda, the most he can think of is Kuroro, a Finnish warrior. (Nobunaga of the Phantom Troupe in "Hunter x Hunter".)

Mathematical analysis of logical flight?Don't talk about curly hair, which readers have not suffered from Mathematics Jun?

Not to mention the rhythmic chords that are full of twists and turns...

Let him go, can you imagine the curly hair of the dead fish eye singing beautiful vocal music with booger in one hand and poker in the other hand?

Anyway, before seeing Yinma...I can't...

So in this class, curly hair moved all the way to the corner of the classroom.Hold the sword, stretch your legs, tilt your head, and sleep.

But within 5 minutes, he was forced to open his eyes.The thing in front of me... She flicked her hair freely, raised her left hand high, and said in a clear rhythm: "one, one, aahone two three..."

"Three your sister." The curly hair is another sword hilt.

The corners of his eyes twitched, mourning his sword.

There is probably no one in the whole world who uses the hilt of the sword more often than the blade like him... Thanks to that bastard, his mental quality is so good now, even the face of Ao Shan feels amiable.

It's not good...it's really not good...

Who will save his aesthetics if it goes on like this? !

At this time, the culprit, relying on his recovery ability comparable to Paramecium and the burning small universe like Seiya, got up, calmly showing a bloody face: "Ah~~~! Alishan man, you are mighty and majestic!! "

The whole classroom was silent.

Curls look up.

Very good, Shorty Shan was obviously stunned, his hands and feet were stiff and unable to move; the hedgehog opened his mouth wide, looking like an unbelievable thunderbolt; Xiao Zhongfen...had already been infected with the brain-dead virus, so don’t look at him; the two girls hid Sneaking on the face; other kinds of joy and facial expressions are different. It’s just that…

teacher!What's the matter with your squinting eyes?Do you think it sounds good?Does it sound good? !Applause for me? !Hey, this girl is singing a folk song!He is singing folk songs while pulling the strings!

The eyes of the dead fish were covered with black lines. At this moment, he deeply doubted the aesthetics of respecting and loving his teacher...

"Oh oh oh oh~~ Cheek dong chek dong, cheek chekron dong choke! Hey! Hey!"

It's still singing over there.The messy notes are flying wildly, but there is a faint feeling of casualness.

The ponytail was shaking wildly, the little face was flushed with excitement, the coat was messy, half of the second toe socks were trampled off, and he didn't know what the wig was happy about.

Hmm... because I learned a new skill?Because the teacher smiled at him?Or, just be able to jump and howl casually?

Curly leaned against the wall and looked at the idiot in front of him, and grinned unconsciously: "Sister from Alishan, you are mighty and majestic..."

Until the end of the song, the wig turned his head and stared at Songyang with shining eyes. Songyang tilted his head slightly and smiled: "What a happy song, Kotaro, let's sing it to the teacher next time."

--what? !

Is this also OK? !

Everyone's face darkened instantly.

They didn't hear any casualness, all they saw was only a second-hand god and demon dancing wildly from beginning to end!

Could it be possible—————

The teacher prefers this? !

Zimao's face twisted, he looked down at the shamisen used for practice in his hand, and looked up precariously at Songyang with a sunny and gentle face, feeling that his faith was collapsing.

The wig flicked the happy ponytail, and uttered a series of piercing high-pitched voices: "Oye!!"

Quick-enough-!

Curly couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up his own shamisen on the table, threw away the pick and started directly.

"bass----------"

Everyone's ears only worked for a few seconds.

"Yaoyao Cheke is making a fuss! Jin Ping Gummy Candy comes here!" The bassist in the purple hair clothes stood up, and the other people watching were amazed.

"Why did even Cheek come out? Didn't the author look at the background of the time? And why Jinping Fudge?" Wig objected.

"What, didn't you even yell at Alishan? Why can't I make a fuss? And who wants to eat pancakes? It's hard and dry. Only Jinpingtang can rebuild my strong body, understand?"

"That's right." Wig nodded in understanding, "Otherwise, we'd better sing a duet and keep up with the trend of the times."

"Why are you nervous? Uncle, I hate that kind of eerie song the most. Tsk tsk wig Your preference is really special."

"No, it's because I need someone to help me connect it when I take a breath..."

Zimao turned to look at Songyang bitterly and bitterly, trying to find even a little bit of helplessness and speechless black line twitching...

I saw Songyang lowered his head slightly, plucked the strings softly under his hands, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and stared water in his eyes, as if he was immersed in the vague and intermittent music, and the wind suddenly picked up at this moment, lingering from the classroom And then, he took up a piece of Songyang's sleeve, the cuff fluctuated slightly, as if he was about to break free.

Fluttering as if left alone.

He suddenly felt far away from the teacher.

The ominousness that seems to be nothing, the emptiness that cannot be grasped.It's like stretching out your hand to grab it, catch it, grab it, but... you can't get any dull pain in exchange for anything.A heart drifts away, an empty piece.

Zimao reached out subconsciously: "Teacher."

Song Yang raised his head, tilted his head and smiled at him, as if asking him what's the matter.

Zimao blushed and immediately lowered his head.

What is he going to say?Doesn't it look weird when nothing happened?Will the teacher laugh at you?But that ray of uneasiness couldn't be shaken away, wrapped around his neck and buckled his seven inches.

His...their teacher is leaving them.

Zimao shook his head violently.I can't wait to shake my mind.

"Oh oh oh! Jin Zhu is amazing! Can't you keep up with this rhythmic silver hour?" The wig was not surprised but happy when he saw Zimao's crazy head shaking, and a pair of brown eyes glanced at Curly.

Curly snorted coldly, and saw him take a deep breath, sinking his breath into his dantian, and suddenly exerted his skills.

The bamboo pieces danced on the strings quickly, leaving afterimages of the pieces, and the other children watching applauded.

"Oh! This is very good!" The wig's eyes glowed, and he praised it.

Songyang kept a warm smile and held his chin to see the chaos in front of him.

This lesson... let's just pass it.He thought funny, it's okay to be lazy once in a while.

time is limited.

But there is a little left.

Sunshine put Yunguang devoutly on his body, like the kiss of God.