Cui Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Baby, Teacher Liao is really looking for trouble. He is so lucky that he wants to re-elect a student cadre. If he is full and has a lot of food, it is better to go to the flower stand of the central fountain to watch the student couple kiss and help digestion."

"Today's class is "Pipa Xing". Well, there are many texts about ancient Chinese and poetry recently. If students who have no foundation before will find it difficult to learn it." Liao Xuebing was prepared for a few days. After a few days of class, he must find ways to let the students study hard, try to catch up with the lost courses, and open the small speaker next to the blackboard. "Let's listen to the music of the pipa and feel what kind of emotions the ancients used to express."

The students thought to themselves, "It's incredible that Teacher Liao actually knows innovative teaching methods. I guess he must have gone out to drink with music teacher Lu Kai, which inspired such inspiration."

The classical song "Ambush on Ten Sides" came from the audio, surrounding the classroom.

It started with a very smooth overture, with a melodious voice. Pan Haicheng yawned, which was extremely loud. The sound was probably pretending. Many people glared at him, but more people disagreed. Lin Xiaoken whispered: "I don't think the pipa is good, it's better to listen to rock."

Then the sound of the pipa became anxious and pleasant, cheerful, and cheerful, one after another. The sound quality was excellent and it was very comfortable to hear. Lao Liao stood beside him with a calm face, and anyone who wanted to drive the run would glar fiercely until the man put his mind away.

Soon, the tone of the music changed, and suddenly became stagnant and sad, and soon it turned taller again. It became majestic and exciting, inspiring, and very tragic. Finally, the sound of the pipa stopped abruptly.

The students who can understand it are only thrilling. They can play such ups and downs with a piece of music, which is amazing and unforgettable. As for most people who have not been influenced, they think it is just a little better than playing cotton, and nothing great.

"Okay. After experiencing the music of the pipa, I will recite the text next."

Zhang Lexin raised her little hand high: "Teacher, let me read it!"

Seeing that she was active and affirmed her work, Lao Liao smiled and said, "Okay, come and read the full text."

"Xunyang River sees off guests at night, Feng-Piao Tianwenxue wakes up, feels a splitting headache, and your body sways slightly, and is confused. When you open your eyes and look around, you are lying in the back seat of a car. Touching your head, it's swollen, and you can't help but yell.

The man in front picked up mineral water with his left hand and cigarette with his right hand. He smiled and turned around and said, "Shenxian Ci, are the yellow comics very good?" This man was Meng Jun.

Liang Ci was shocked and cursed, "Meng Army, you dare to plot against me. Are you impatient to live?" He turned his head and looked out the window. The scenery on both sides quickly retreated, and the buildings were becoming increasingly rare. It was no longer the prosperous scene in the city. "Where are you going to take me?"

Meng Jun slapped directly: "Trump, dare to call myself in front of me, who are you?" Liang Ci covered her face and was about to fight back, but suddenly she saw the reflection of the rearview mirror in the car. Isn't the driver the driver the same as Liao Xuebing, the head teacher of their class? He was so powerful that Friday that day. If he really wanted to start, the five of them were no match for him. So he slowly shrank back and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do if I kill someone to silence me? How much do you think you can buy by just taking it to a slaughterhouse?" The Mongolian army began to intimidate the enemy with Hu Chai.

Liang Ci naturally didn't believe it, but expected that they would do everything possible to pull themselves to this remote place and would not have any good things. His hands quietly dropped down and touched his pockets, and he couldn't help feeling depressed. It turned out that even his mobile phone was searched, and it was basically unlikely that he would find someone to ask for help.

Meng Jun pointed at Liao Xuebing: "Do you know who he is? On the surface, it seems that he is our teacher, but in fact he is an undercover agent sent by the Skeleton Corps in the South of the City to our school. He claims to kill people without blinking and holds three hundred lives. He likes the poisonous angel who drinks blood and digs his heart and gets the big intestine the most. The Skeleton Corps is numbered 9528. After receiving the order from the regiment commander, he is preparing to set off a new bloody storm in Zhonghai City. And I am the closed disciple of the poisonous angel Liao Xuebing, and the prince charming of Tulips is also the same as the uncle Meng Jun!"

Liang Ci was blowing over and laughed contemptuously when he heard him blowing, "Stay fooling me, listen."

Meng Jun immediately pulled out a sharp knife, flipped his wrist and inserted it into his thigh, and smiled faintly, "Your reaction was long as I expected, so..."

The sharp knife was pulled out, and blood slowly poured out, gradually soaking his light blue casual jeans. Liang Ci's eyes were round and she couldn't believe it. After three or four seconds, she started screaming, covering her wounds in a hurry, but it became more and more painful, and large beads of sweat oozing out of her forehead.

Liao Xuebing looked ahead and said, "It's so inconvenient to get my car dirty. It's going to be more difficult to knock it with a stick just now. Moreover, your technique is not good. You should stab it above your thighs. There is a large artery there. The pain after the injury will be very severe, which may even lead to shock and blood loss, causing death. If you simply want to make the other party suffer, use a wooden stick to hit the shin of the calf to ensure that he can't even cry."

Meng Jun asked excitedly, "Teacher, what else is there to be more practical in fighting?"
Chapter completed!