Zhang Xiaoke himself looked like he was going to cause something big, but others didn't react much.

Tang Zhifei immediately looked at Lin Yujing, "Is it okay with Yujing?"

"Well……"

Lin Yujing was actually not here this time.

Instead, Zhang Xiaoke blocked his mouth.

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaoke grabbed Lin Yujing and answered on his behalf.

Lin Yujing struggled to break free. She pouted several times and wiped her mouth for a long time before half-pushing and saying: "It's impossible for Zhazha to know so many musical instruments. The show won't be very good."

"I'm safe here, don't use me as a shield." Li Zheng waved his hand and smiled, "But you, besides piano and natural sounds, don't you have any other expertise?"

Lin Yujing trembled when she heard this and was so embarrassed that she couldn't speak.

The others also looked at Li Zheng with uncomfortable expressions.

"What's wrong with the sound of nature?" Li Zheng looked around and said, "Lin Yujing's singing is good as long as it sounds good. I always seek truth from facts."

"Then don't say it out loud..." Zhang Xiaoke reminded, "This kind of praise is very uncomfortable."

Li Zheng chuckled and showed the five fingers of his right hand: "What's the point? Everyone has a name. I am still the 'Finger of God'."

"Oh? What about me?" Jiang Qinghua asked.

"Destined flute guest." Li Zheng replied fluently.

"Me na me na?" Zhang Xiaoke also got excited.

"Hmm..." Li Zheng thought for a moment, "Dog Dancer?"

"Go away!!!"

"Okay, don't worry about these false reputations." After some comfort, Li Zheng looked at Tang Zhifei, "That's it, give us ten minutes to perform, okay?"

Tang Zhifei was naturally afraid of trouble, but compared with that, she should not extinguish the students' enthusiasm for literature and art. After weighing it, she nodded and said: "I will tell the principal for you, but you must at least give it before the 30th.

Put out a demo of the show."

"Ahem..." Jiang Qinghua behind him coughed, waved his hands and said with a smile, "Well, I appreciate your kindness, but I still won't play with you anymore, and the flute really doesn't suit you."

"No, we must have you." Li Zheng held Jiang Qinghua down, "And I personally always firmly believe that the triangle is the soul of the band."

"That's right." Zhang Xiaoke also started to fan, "Have you heard the theme song of "Naruto"? Isn't it just a flute at the beginning? It's so burning."

"That's not a flute, it's a shakuhachi." Jiang Qinghua's eyes gradually deepened, "The shakuhachi is an ancient musical instrument from Wuyue in our country, similar to the cave flute. I happen to have a collection of it. I practiced the piece you mentioned in junior high school. The technique is

In fact, it is far less difficult than "Serious Snow", the main difficulty lies in the explosiveness and charm of the exhalation."

"Damn! Come on then!"

"But...I..." Jiang Qinghua looked back and forth between Li Zheng and Lin Yujing, feeling a little confused.

As a flute player, I naturally have a heart for playing.

As a monitor, you should stand up when the school needs it.

However, I have clearly made up my mind to never be a light bulb again.

Just sing your love song.

Why bother to pull on my ecstasy flute?

Lin Yujing became annoyed when she saw Jiang Qinghua's constipated expression.

Isn't it because of this that I couldn't even finish the barbecue yesterday?

It doesn’t even taste good to dream about.

"Come here!" Lin Yujing slammed the table hard, "I'm not so nervous anymore when there are so many people."

"This..." Jiang Qinghua looked at the expectant looks of several people, and finally couldn't bear to shirk it. He raised his hand and took out the long flute from his schoolbag. He forced a smile and said, "Now that the matter is over, then I will definitely

I won’t refuse even if I order the flute guest.”

Why are you holding it strong?

Because he knows.

To risk one's life is not to risk the lives of others.

But your own life.

Facing Li Zheng and Lin Yujing.

In the past, he was eager to participate, but he was always frustrated.

Now, he just wants to save his life and leave the scene, but he will not be let go.

Disaster.

It's really difficult for him to kill the flute guest.

…

Twenty minutes later, the four-person team rushed to the music classroom and prepared to rehearse for a small test of their skills.

At this time, the tutor group in the classroom had dispersed, leaving only a thin and bespectacled network management teacher who was cleaning up the mess.

The so-called "network manager" actually refers to appearance, not occupation.

No matter how you look at this teacher, he looks like a super-nerdy network administrator who suffers from malnutrition because he lives in an underground Internet cafe every day.

After some questioning, it was discovered that he was actually the unknown music teacher, Tan Hui.

So there really is a music teacher in Sakura Lake?

When I asked again, I found out that he actually didn't exist.

No, this is not Schrödinger, he really does not exist.

To be precise, he only exists in the junior high school.

The junior high school of Yinghu Middle School is two kilometers away. Teacher Tan spends 95% of his time there. Because there is a program selection today, the principal called him over to debug the equipment.

Now that the program judging is over and everyone else has left, he still has to put away the speakers and instruments where necessary, and loosen the strings where necessary before leaving.

It was rare to meet a real music teacher. After Zhang Xiaoke said hello, he took advantage of the situation and started playing music.

After listening to several people's program ideas for a few minutes, Tan Hui immediately laughed.

"The tone is loud enough." Tan Hui flicked the ashes on the piano case, rubbed the middle part of the piano and said with a smile, "Not to mention all string instruments, you can make any instrument in this room tune.

Come on, I'll stay up late tonight to arrange music for you."

"Oh?" Li Zheng glared, "I'm obviously just thinking about the arrangement, but I haven't said it out yet. Is Teacher Tan so considerate?"

"Just brag." Tan Hui leaned back on the chair, his whole body sinking, "If I didn't also like "Digimon", I wouldn't be bothered to listen to you."

Look at this unartistic sitting posture, maybe he has really been a network administrator.

And it is obvious that this person is not very well-informed and is a relatively marginal figure. Otherwise, he would not dare to compete with The Light of Sakura Lake·Under One Person·The Champion of Transformation·Shaolin Xu Zhu·Finger of God·Learning Demonic Way Demon Lord·Li

Zheng, you talk like this.

Seeing his attitude.

It was not convenient for Li Zheng to say anything.

As a top person, it would be very shameless for me to speak up at this time.

At this time, the importance of disciples and disciples is reflected.

"Teacher Tan, do you really not know?" Zhang Xiaoke gestured vividly, "The person in front of you is the champion of the Light of Sakura Lake·Hua Jing... Li Zheng! As for the person next to him, he is the voice of nature.

·God of the examination room·…be quiet!”

"Oh, oh, oh, they're all pretty awesome." Tan Hui just responded casually after hearing this. He was still slumped on the chair, picking his ears and asked lazily, "But I'm a music teacher... you and I

Why are you talking about this?"

"Okay, then there's no need to talk." Zhang Xiaoke pouted at Li Zheng, "Come on, master."

Without her having to say anything, Li Zheng had already pulled out his guitar, tuned it, and held it in his arms.

Not to mention, when he was warming up before the selection today, he actually practiced solo for a while, but no one noticed.

"Is it OK to play "Flight of the Bumblebee"?" Li Zheng strummed the strings and asked.

Hearing the title of the song, Tan Hui couldn't help but swallow and sit up straighter.

"You...please tell me a piece first and I'll listen to it."

"Yeah." After Li Zheng took a deep breath, he moved his left hand to the treble position.

Be steady and don't go too fast.

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