The choir and drum and bugle corps in the school are all under Liu Zhong's control. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info It's not yet time for him to come over to check the situation, so the little teachers and children present are a little nervous, and looking at Song Ersheng who is following behind him, they can't think clearly. Everyone knows that Song Ersheng can't sing.

"You take Song Ersheng with you and let her follow you to learn to conduct. ”

"......." Song Ersheng thought to himself, as for ...... Those who know, they all understand that the school is reluctant to show her face, and if they don't know, they think that she has made some benefit and has to show this face....... And looking at the face of this little senior sister, it is clear that she thinks that she wants to die or live, and she has to rob her of her job.......

"I'm a ......" Song Ersheng wanted to say that he was probably not competent, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Liu Zhong waving his hand, "You learn first, if you don't learn well, you can leave later, and practice more after class, there is still a week, enough for you to learn......."

Song Ersheng said directly, "I have watched the training of the choir, and I think I can learn the last song......

Liu Zhong looked at Song Xiaoying, whose face was flushed, and originally wanted her to be the lead singer, but Song Ersheng and her were both conductors, which was not bad, "Then you will focus on learning the last song, and the others will also learn." After speaking, without waiting for Song Ersheng to speak, he left.

Song Xiaoying was not happy in her heart, but she didn't dare to disobey the teacher's words, so she said to Song Ersheng, "You just stand next to me, look at it, and ask me if you don't understand." "But let her teach with her heart, she is also unwilling.

Song Ersheng has actually understood the command for a long time over the years. Seriously, these children are actually just commanding by feeling, and many of them are commanding messy. However, the person who sings doesn't really watch the conductor sing, so it's always been like this in every school.

Standing honestly beside Song Xiaoying, Song Ersheng looked at her so seriously.

"......." Mimeng and Miaomiao glanced at each other, it was really worthy of three thousand, embarrassed like this, she could still be so calm......

Yes. From the accompanist teacher to Song Xiaoying to all the singing, even the onlookers felt embarrassed to death. Song Ersheng can't sing, everyone knows. But she became the new conductor so suddenly, with an unusual identity. She still has to squeeze out the old conductor, but she is still being taken by the old conductor to learn.......

Everybody's going to get embarrassing cancer.......

Song Ersheng is so good, even if everyone else's legs tremble, she won't move her eyebrows.......

When the training was over, Song Xiaoying didn't want to pay attention to Song Ersheng, but in the end she still asked her, "Have you learned?"

"Learned. Song Ersheng smiled and said, "Thank you, little sister." I'll just practice by myself, and I'll come back tomorrow afternoon after school to see you train. "Neither of us can get rid of it...... Song Xiaoying pursed her lips, not believing Song Ersheng's words, but also felt that it had nothing to do with her.

At dinner in the evening, Song Ersheng said that he was caught as a conductor, Song Dad and Zhu Mom were very excited, because their old son had never shown up on a big occasion at all, Song Dad kept saying, "My old son has such a great ability and such a good talent, why is no one putting it out? One by one, there are no eyes!!" Song Ersheng just laughed when he heard this. What are you doing out there.......

"Is this conductor the one standing in front of him waving his hand blindly?" asked Zhu's mother.

Song Yidi couldn't laugh, "That's all with a beat, why are you waving your hands blindly......" looked at Song Ersheng, "Your singing is so ugly, it's just right to be a conductor! If you want me to say, you can light up your little voice in school, and your teacher will definitely give you a special Peking Opera performance!"

Song Yizheng answered, "The best song of Sanqian is not Peking Opera, but Kunqu Opera! Peking Opera and Kunqu Opera are so big, you can't tell the difference?"

Song Yidi really couldn't tell the difference, "Anyway, it's all babbling, aren't they all the same?"

"It's really a ......science girl," Song Yizheng complained, but she didn't support Sanqian singing this at school, "It's good that you just continue to not be able to sing, otherwise, the teacher will keep letting you sing, how annoying...... ...... like a monkey."

Song Ersheng covered her mouth and smiled, when her sister was in the first and second years of junior high school, she was selected by the class to sing solo on Red May. Obviously, their class was too lazy to get the show, so they asked my sister, who was good-looking, to sing, but my sister's singing was actually very ordinary, and she was easy to get nervous, and she forgot to say it and lost her voice. These two solo experiences made her feel very embarrassed. In middle school, it was rumored that she had no ability to sing but loved to be in the limelight, so she was angry with her sister this year, and she avoided it through the English competition......

"If you are tough, and directly say that if you die, you will not go on stage, can your classmates still force you to fail?" Song Yidi was also forced to dance on stage, but she glared at her with one look, and there was no one to coax. That's deterrence. Who let a kite not have it.......

"There are moths in your class every year, and I put on makeup last year, and I am like a monster, and I am ugly to death......" Song Yizheng was most annoyed by the girls in Yidi's class.

Song Yidi didn't like it very much, "Innovation, the teacher doesn't speak, let's just watch a fun......" As for last year, "The songs that were popular last year are not popular today, they seem to be going to dance a fan dance this year......" She concentrated on reading and really didn't pay much attention to it.

Song Ersheng thinks that the middle school art festival performance can still be watched, "The two who talked about cross talk last year, will they still be on stage this year?"

"You should go on stage...... Song Yizheng heard that the two people from the fifth class are going to go on stage.

"It's not funny at all......" Song Yidi pouted.

The children chatted in a panic, and the Song family and his wife couldn't interject at all, but they didn't feel lonely at all, and listened to the children with smiling eyes and loving eyes while eating slowly. From time to time, I also sandwich vegetables for the children to stop talking patronize......

Dinner was supposed to end so happily. But a phone call drove away this pleasure again.

Zhu mother hung up the phone, a little dazed, and a little unbelievable, after sitting down again, facing Song's father's inquiring eyes, coughed before saying, "This Sunday, Rongzi's child is full moon, and her aunt asked us all to ......."

Father Song squirted out directly with a sip of wine, and Song Yidi quickly dodged away, otherwise he would definitely be sprayed all in the face. (To be continued.) )