Wenzhu Building is the office building of Beiyin College, and it is also a concentration camp for school leaders, everyone who wears glasses here is a big boss, they have a little smell of cigarettes, and a smell of decay. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"There is no flexibility in the school, the rules are the rules, this student is absent from class eighteen times, according to the school rules, he should be recorded once, there is no negotiation!"

Huang Asan was in the corridor when he heard a roar coming from an office, it was a teaching director who was reprimanding a female student, and finally the female student was crying, holding her face and crying and running out.

"If you're late for class in the future, don't cry when you're punished!" The fascist turned around and said to a group of students, who were suddenly frightened and no longer dared to think of being late for class.

"It doesn't matter if Huang Zhihong is late in the future, you will be vigorously cultivated by the school!" The fascist smiled and was particularly kind to Huang Zhihong, and the group of students watching it were jealous and envious.

The fascists brought the students to the music room of the office building, which can accommodate 200 people, which is the highest music room in the Beiyin Academy, equipped with quite high-quality music equipment, and will not be used on weekdays, unless they meet outstanding musical geniuses who are worthy of the evaluation of the school leaders.

Today, Huang Zhihong has this honor.

"Everyone rest here for a while, Huang Zhihong, you drink some water, practice your voice, I'll bring the school leaders over!" The fascist said that she had already called several school leaders, and now she just needed to bring someone over.

After hesitating for a moment, he returned Huang Asan to Li Xiaoxiao, Huang Asan left the mature and seductive embrace of fascism, full of reluctance, looking at her beautiful back for a while.

Huang Zhihong sat on the music platform, the lights flickered all around, and the students below were in high spirits, with a smile on his face, but he was secretly complaining in his heart, very uneasy, because he had just gone to the toilet to try singing, and suddenly found that his tenor was gone, and he couldn't sing.

"What the hell is going on, paralyzed, Lao Tzu sang so well just now, why is his voice disobedient now!" Huang Zhihong's anxious face was sweating, and at this time, at the door of the music room, there was the sound of fascists and a group of school leaders talking.

"Teacher Chen, this time I didn't report it, I opened a music room for you directly, if you are not a musical genius, you have to be responsible!" A school leader said.

"According to the regulations, we really can't open a music room for you, but if you really want you to show us the same in the video, then this student named Huang Zhihong is indeed a talent!" Another school leader intervened.

"Leaders, rest assured, this student is from the countryside, he was very low-key before, and even I looked away, but it turned out that he has extraordinary talent and vocal cords in tenor!" The fascist assured with a smile, and with a few school leaders, the group walked into the music room.