Before I Got on Stage, the Brokerage Company Went Bankrupt

Chen Ying is a senior class teacher of a certain high school in Magic City. Because of her cheerful and optimistic personality and the ideological quality that keeps pace with the times, she can often integrate with students. The class, discipline and learning he manages are all ranked in the school. , So not only the students like the head teacher, the school leaders also appreciate Chen Ying.

On this day, Chen Ying stepped into the teaching building on time as usual, preparing to inspect discipline before the class bell rang.

But today it seems to be a little different. The whole teaching building is filled with an atmosphere of inexplicability. The students are also more excited than usual. There are still many people gathered around and knocking on the table together.

Well, let alone, the rhythm is pretty neat!

Ahem, it’s not good to gather crowds to knock on the table in the classroom between classes. After all, it will affect students who need to rest or need to review.

Therefore, Chen Ying coughed lightly, walked into the classroom of the class she was responsible for, and faced the group of students from the University of Malaysia in the back row, saying rationally: “Don’t knock on the table, it will affect other people’s rest and study!”

The boys were a little embarrassed by the class teacher for the trick or treat, but they still subconsciously defended: “Teacher, we didn’t knock it!”

“Yes, teacher, this is rhythmic!”

“Teacher, this is the accompaniment of the hottest new song today!”

What kind of excuses are these?

Chen Ying’s first reaction was that these children were not convinced, so she decided to reason with them: “It turned out to be the rhythm of the song. I said it sounds weird and interesting.

It’s just that your movement is too great, look at who, he is a little uncomfortable today, you really affected people’s rest.

But what is the rhythm of this song? Why haven’t I stopped? “

Three-stage speech technique, sandwiching criticisms in two compliments, this not only meets the needs of children of this age for personal respect, but also allows them to accept pertinent criticisms, and finally take the opportunity to pull in the relationship between the two sides.

Chen Ying feels that she is very proficient in the use of this technique.

but.

“Hahaha, teacher, you are here again! Your three-stage speech skills have long been picked up on the Internet, and I will too! Teacher, you are so handsome today, you just forgot to shave again, but it doesn’t affect your presence at all. The stalwart image in our minds!”

Chen Ying: …the children are getting more and more difficult nowadays!

“Fuck you, class is coming soon, stop making noises, if you want to make noises, just wait for the physical education class to make noises with you!”

“I know!” the students answered sparsely.

Chen Ying doesn’t care about them. These children don’t think they are in a rebellious period, they will smash you, but they will still do what they have promised. This is also related to the trust and respect that Chen Ying has given them.

As soon as Chen Ying walked out of the classroom, a student poked his head out and shouted at Chen Ying’s back: “Ah, by the way, teacher, that song is called “Wewillrockyou”!”

Chen Ying waved her hand to show that she knew it, and walked towards the office without looking back, thinking that her stalwart figure must be very handsome in the eyes of the students!

Who knows, after Chen Ying left, more heads poked out from the back of the classroom, stacked together from top to bottom.

The first head: “Why does the teacher always turn his back to us?”

The second head: “You don’t understand this. In the teacher’s era, this is called’real men never look back at the explosion’, which is a very X-pretending behavior.”

The third head: “But this looks silly!”

All the heads nodded together, more than stupid, stupid, okay!

Alas, because that is our class teacher, we have to show some face, or we can change another person and make him doubt life every minute!

Chen Ying, who didn’t know the true thoughts of the students, slowly walked into the office. After greeting colleagues, Chen Ying sat in her office chair, ready to open her lesson plan, and read today’s lesson plan again. To see if there are any omissions.

At this time, the dean of instruction walked in and complained as he walked: “What happened to the students today? Why did they start patting the table early in the morning and howling ghosts and crying? It took them for a long time to stop them!”

Chen Ying’s heart moved, thinking of the scene she saw in the classroom, she couldn’t help but try it again. It was very simple, just pat the table twice and applaud. Chen Ying didn’t realize that she didn’t know when to learn until the filming was over. To this rhythm.

It’s too brainwashed!

The dean of teaching was upset, and saw Chen Ying slap the table over there, just like deliberately singing against herself, and immediately became angry: “Mr. Chen! What are you doing! No matter if the students pat the table, how about you as a teacher? Follow the students to fool around?”

Chen Ying realized that her behavior was a little improper, and quickly explained: “Director, I want to demonstrate to you, are the students taking pictures of the table in this rhythm?”

The dean replied angrily: “I don’t know! It’s a mess!”

But some other teachers heard it clearly: “It seems to be this rhythm, and our class is also the same. The students were knocking on the table when they came over in the morning, and they said that this is the hottest song today? It’s inexplicable.”

“I’m listening to the same rhythm, Teacher Chen, do you know what’s going on?”

The students are willing to talk to Chen Ying and say some things in their hearts. Although other teachers don’t say anything, they are a little envious in their hearts. Of course, they always ask Chen Ying about everything, hoping to find something from him. Answer.

Chen Ying did not conceal: “I heard from the students in my class that this is a song called “Wewillrockyou”, and the name should be correct.”

As soon as Chen Ying finished speaking, the teacher next to him directly searched for the song on the computer. When it was refreshed, a whole page of related information popped up. The top of the page was the sound source of the Tianlai music platform.

The dean of teaching said directly: “Click to listen and see what inexplicable songs the children like now!”

The teacher clicked the audition in a kind-hearted manner, and then everyone in the office heard a very familiar rhythm slowly spreading out: “Boom boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The teaching director stretched out his finger and tapped: “This is this and this is this!”

Chen Ying also heard it, and the students in her class were shooting at this rhythm. But unlike the students, the rhythm in this sound source brings together more people, using chorus, stomping, clapping, and sound delay to create a chant effect with many people participating.

It feels really burning!

“Oh, this song is pretty good! It’s amazing when you listen to it!”

“It sounds exciting, I can’t help but want to follow the rhythm and slap the table.”

“No wonder the students like it, I think I like it, but it’s really not good to shoot the table…”

Moreover, as the singing sounded and the chorus effect of “Wewillwewillrockyou” came, Chen Ying had an urge to stom on the table!

It’s a pity, the dean…Huh?

Chen Ying glanced at the serious teaching director~www.mtlnovel.com~ and saw his body leaning forward slightly, his head following a short but very distinct rhythm, where little by little, the corners of Chen Ying’s mouth Can’t help but lightly smoked.

Oh, man!

The song was not over, but the class bell rang, and the teachers who were immersed in the music woke up and went to class with their own lesson plans, and Chen Ying was no exception.

On the contrary, the dean of teaching did not have classes. Seeing that the teachers had gone to class, and the other teachers in the office were also preparing lessons, the dean of teaching simply turned back to his office and closed the door heavily.

Then, wisps of rhythmic melody floated gently from the crack of the door, sometimes and not:

“Wewillwewillrockyou!”

“Boom! Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

“Boom! Boom!”

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