Chapter 659: Is This a Fan Meeting?
These days.
The rhythm on the Internet has been fierce, and many previously neutral netizens have begun to turn to the camp of angry spraying.
The entertainment industry is very fierce.
Netizens made a lot of noise.
However, professional industries such as college circles and education circles are calm, and no one stands up to say anything at all. Because, they understand better than those in the entertainment industry what the three words "Professor Ye" represent.
Similarly, at home, it is also calm.
No, it can't be said to be calm, it should be said to be busy and nervous. In the past few days, Ning Ning has been nervous about tea and dinner, and has been pulling his family to simulate classes all day long. At that time, when Ye Feng gave a lecture for the first time, Ning Ning still laughed at Ye Feng, and now it was about her turn, but the big baby was much more nervous than Ye Feng at that time.
Ning Ning, dressed in a black suit, looked heroic, standing in front of the TV, facing the sofa, "Students, go to class." ”
I've been practicing for several days, but Ning Ning's first sentence is always a little stuttering. It can be seen that Ning Ning is really nervous, in fact, she has no problem with her profession, she has read enough books recently, what education, vocal music, etc., I don't know how much, plus she is a professional singer, the knowledge reserve must be enough. I just can't get over the tension in my heart.
Don't think that being a teacher is just bragging on the podium, many people think very simply, but when you really stand on the podium, it is definitely not as simple as you imagined.
Of course, Ning Ning is indeed a little more nervous than ordinary people.
"Brother, you relax a little, going to the podium is not going to the execution ground, what are you stumbling on? Show your momentum on the stage!"
Uncle Ye Feng leaned on the sofa like a man, he was not in a hurry to see the excitement, and he was still laughing.
The big baby bit his lip and glared at him, the baby was bitter!
Ye Feng stood up with a smile, took Ning Ning's little hand, clapped his hands and said, "You, it's the first time, that's why you're so nervous." It's okay, nervous is nervous, I'll help you watch it down there when the time comes. In the first class, I mainly met with my classmates and talked casually. Ye Feng must be in a hurry in his heart, even he is more anxious than Ning Ning himself, but he definitely won't show it, and he can't show it. Because, he is the backbone of Ning Ning, if even he panics, then wouldn't Ning Ning be even more panicked?
"Are you going too? Don't you say that Haida can't go if there's something going on?"
Ningning's big eyes lit up a little.
"Fool, tease you. ”
Ye Feng smiled, "What can be more important than my wife? I have to go! Don't worry, Sister Leng and they will go too, right?"
Ning Ning sat next to Ye Feng, leaned on him, hugged Ye Feng's arm, looked at his sisters, pouted and asked, "Really, are you all going?"
"Of course!"
Ling Ling smiled and said, "Let's all go and cheer for my sister!" Yiyi, do you want to cheer for your mother?"
"Uh-huh!"
The little one nodded as well.
Leng Mei also nodded.
Ye Feng patted Ning Ning's back and said, "Look at Sister Leng, she is also a teacher, you are on the podium, as long as you convey what you want to pass on to the students." Do it first, and then take your time. ”
At this time, Ning Ning's phone rang.
It's Haiden calling.
Ning Ning hurriedly picked it up, "Teacher." ”
Liu Xingxue smiled, "Xiao Ningning is also a professor now, don't be so polite." ”
Su Ning hurriedly said, "Teacher, you will always be my teacher at school." ”
Liu Xingxue was Ning Ning's teacher when he was in school, and he was actually Ye Feng's teacher, but the relationship between Ye Feng and Liu Xingxue at that time was very average.
Liu Xingxue said: "Whatever you want." How's the preparation at home? With Professor Ye here, it should be fine, right?"
Ning Ning said a little weakly: "Well, it's almost." ”
Liu Xingxue: "That's good, don't forget, there is your class in the morning." ”
"Huh, my class, this morning?"
Ning Ning was frightened, and hurriedly looked at the calendar, sure enough, it was really today!
"Yes, the first class is to meet, just say something, Professor Ye must understand. ”
"Well, okay, goodbye, teacher. ”
Hung up the phone, and the big baby was in a mess, "Ye Feng, I'm going to class today!"
"yes, I know. ”
"Then why didn't you say it earlier?"
"Oh, didn't I say that, I thought you knew!"
“……”
The big baby is also too anxious, and he doesn't know what to do.
"Don't worry, pack up and go out. ”
"Do I wear makeup?"
"Light makeup. ”
……
Morning.
Haicheng University of Communication and Communication.
There is still an hour to go, and the lecture hall is already overcrowded, and you can see many students running in this direction in the distance.
"me! So many people?"
"What time is it?
"You guys didn't sleep last night, did you?"
"I remember there were only about 30 people in our class!"
"I now understand why the school has arranged the largest lecture hall!"
"It's still small, why don't you go to the Great Hall?"
"That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"
"Nonsense! This is Goddess Su Ning's class!"
"I never thought in my life that I would be able to meet the living Queen!"
"I'm a big fan!"
"I must go in today, and whoever stands in my way will die!"
"Yes, senior sister's class, you must support it!"
"Please, stop supporting me, give me a place. ”
"Ah, isn't that the senior of Haida? I know him, the last time he brought someone to our school playground. ”
"Hey, isn't that my cousin? He's from the sea opera!
"Wait a minute, I'll wipe it, isn't he my dad? Why is he here too?"
Who are these people?
People from other classes in the vocal music department can understand it when they come to class! Even people from other departments of Haichuan can understand it when they come to join in the fun! After all, Su Ning is the queen of the song who went out of Haichuan, a former figure of the year, and everyone's senior sister! Even if someone from Haida next door comes over, they can understand, after all, Su Ning is still Professor Ye's wife!
But the question is, are people from your other schools coming?
Haicheng Drama Academy?
Haicheng Jiaotong University?
Fudan University?
Tongji University?
You're all here?
The most extreme thing is, what do you mean by holding LED signs? What do those slogans mean?
It's a class!
It's not a concert!
It would be exaggerated enough to say that Ye Feng's public class at Haida back then, but I didn't expect that Ning Ning's non-public class today would be even crazier than at that time!
When Wu Dehai came over with the leader of Haichuan, he almost fainted.
There's no such thing as you!
At that time, Professor Ye was not as exaggerated as you!
Outside, Ye Feng condensed and they had all arrived.
Wu Dehai saw them from afar and said with a smile: "Professor Ye, Professor Su, there is no problem." ”
Ye Feng waved his hand, "No problem at all!" Ning Ning smiled at Wu Dehai.
Liu Xingxue is the dean of the vocal music department, and he said to Ning Ning: "Professor Su, we believe in you and behave well." ”
"Well, don't worry, teacher!"
Ning Ning nodded, his palms were actually sweaty.
"Whew, so many people?"
Ye Feng pushed the door in, and was also taken aback by this scene.
"Professor Ye!"
"Professor Ye!"
Although Ye Feng is not the protagonist today, his popularity is still high, and as soon as he enters the door, all the students chant his name. Ye Feng waved his hand and greeted everyone, and sat down in the front row.
Immediately after, Ning Ning also pushed the door in.
The moment Ning Ning appeared, the entire lecture hall was silent. It seemed that everyone had stopped breathing. Countless eyes looked towards Ning Ning in unison.
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