"Squatting, that is, holding your head with your hands, then squatting, and then getting up, so that it is a squat. Fang Bai gave a demonstration to the two little radish heads.

"As for Zama Bu, it's like this!" Fang Bai opened his feet outwards and slowly squatted down, "Open his feet fifteen degrees outward, the same width as his shoulders, and then squat down with his knees above ninety degrees, clench his hands into fists, and his shoulders vertically!"

"Of course, in order to make you have a deeper understanding of this corporal punishment, the teacher has also prepared the corresponding equipment!" Fang Bai shook his right hand, and two pairs of leggings appeared in his hands, which were specially exchanged from the store to protect his legs, so as to prevent the muscles from being too sore and injured during the exercise.

"You still have to tie things!" Zhang Zihong shouted with some dissatisfaction.

"Tie this up, you can use spiritual power when you do the punishment exercise!" Fang Bai smiled weirdly, and then spoke.

"Can I use spiritual power?" Ye Shen was a little overjoyed, if he could use spiritual power, it seemed that there would be no so much pain.

"Okay, don't waste time, Lao Jiu, you supervise them to finish what they need to do, I should go back to the classroom!" Fang Bai directly threw the leggings to Shao Jiu.

"Okay, you go!" Shao Jiu took the leggings, and then looked at the two little radish heads in the martial arts training ground with a fierce face, like this kind of task of supervising children, my Lao Jiu is the best at it!

After a while, when the two little turnip heads tied the leggings to their feet.

"My legs, I can't move!" Zhang Zihong felt as if his legs had been filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all, as if he was directly rooted in the ground.

"Me too, I can't move at all, no, mine take off this!" Ye Shen, who couldn't use force at all, stretched out his hand and prepared to untie the leggings on his legs.

"Uh-huh......" Shao Jiu Ming snorted coldly, and the hands of the two of them who were about to untie their legs instantly froze in the air.

"Ahem, I suddenly think it's nice to carry this ghost!" Ye Shen retracted his hand in embarrassment and scratched his head.

"Yes, yes, I think so too!" Zhang Zihong smiled equally bitterly.

The biggest effect of this leggings is that the sore effect cannot be treated, that is to say, the lactic acid produced by excessive anaerobic exercise, under the strong effect of the leggings, cannot be decomposed by the spiritual power of this world.

"Don't bother, I'm not as good as your Teacher Fang!" Shao Jiu Ming shouted, and then stomped on the ground with his foot, and the two of them felt a huge wave of qi rushing towards them.

Is the big devil easy to talk to? Why don't I feel it?

Under the supervision of Shao Jiu Life, although the two bitter little radish heads are reluctant, no matter how reluctant they are, they have to eat the bitter fruits of their own causes, if they don't skip class on Friday, if they complete the rope skipping practice explained by the big devil...... It's a pity that there was no if.

"One!"

Shao Jiu Ming opened his mouth and shouted.

The two of them gritted their teeth and squatted down, the spiritual power in their bodies was running desperately, because of the existence of the leggings, their feet couldn't use force at all, and the spiritual power in their bodies kept supporting their bodies, so that they could continue, and they now understood why the big devil would let them use spiritual power, which couldn't do squatting without using spiritual power!

"Two!"

Just when the two little radish heads were practicing squatting, Fang Bai started a new day of teaching, about music teaching.

"Today, we are going to open a new course, called Music Class!" Fang Bai put the guitar on his back on the podium, "What is music, sound is the meaning of sound, music is the meaning of beautiful sound, together, it is a beautiful sound!"

"It's like no one knows!"

There was a sudden muttering sound from below, although the sound was very small, but the entire Fang Bai still heard this complaint from Li Zicheng.

"It seems that classmate Li Zicheng has an opinion on the teacher's statement......" Fang Bai's tone suddenly dropped several degrees of coldness.

"Ah, me, I don't, I don't have any opinions, no, no opinions!" Li Zicheng pretended to be stupid and pointed at himself, and quickly shook his head.

"Yes, it seems that the teacher heard it wrong!" Fang Bai smiled.

But this smile made Li Zicheng shudder...... Why can't you control your own mouth!

"About music, the teacher believes that it is a kind of thing that cultivates sentiment and expresses feelings, such as the simplest singing, song is the simplest kind of music, everyone can sing a few words, as long as it can express their inner emotions, it is called singing!"

"For example, "I Am a Little Bird" is an inspirational song. Fang Bai casually gave an example.

"I'm a little bird?"

"Is there a song?"

"Haven't heard of it!"

"I've heard of 'Wind Bird', but I've never heard of any little birds. ”

Listening to the discussion below, Fang Bai helplessly tapped his head with his finger, only to remember that this is not the earth, and there are no so-called classic songs on the earth.

"Knock knock!"

Fang Bai knocked on the table, "Okay, since there is no such song, then the teacher will sing it to you again!"

"Hm, the big devil sings?"

"No, he can sing too?"

"Could it be that the big devil is a singer?"

"But I've heard others say that the big devil seems to be a chef!"

Hearing that the big devil was going to sing, the little radish head in the second class of the year raised his own questions, in their cognition, singing, that is the skill of the singer, how could the big devil be?

Fang Bai opened the guitar case on the podium, revealing a brand-new guitar inside, this was made by Hu Yan for Fang Bai at a great price, he was not stingy at all, the materials used are very difficult to find on the market, it can be said that the guitar in Fang Bai's hand is already a rarity.

After all, it is the first guitar, the first guitar in the world, and the commemorative meaning given can be passed down as a treasure.

Looking at the guitar in the big devil's hand and the guitar strings, the little radish head below realized that this was actually a musical instrument.

Looking at the shell that looked like a giant axe, everyone thought that the Great Devil had a new weapon to torment them...... Who knew it would be a musical instrument.

"Didang ......"

Fang Bai tuned the tune, and after feeling good, he gently plucked the guitar strings, and the guitar in Fang Bai's hand was an acoustic guitar, the kind specially used to play folk songs.

A very nice and rhythmic sound slowly spread from Fang Bai's hand throughout the classroom of the second class of the year.

"Sometimes ......" Fang Bai just sang three words, and the tone was a little high, and he quickly stopped playing.

The little radish head was a little fascinated when he heard it just now, and when he heard the big devil stop, he couldn't help but look at the big devil in confusion.

"Do it all over again, I haven't sung it for a long time, and some of you haven't found a tune!" Fang Bai explained.

The sound of the guitar returned to the classroom of the second class of the year, and all the little radish heads couldn't help but support their heads with their hands, looking at the big devil with some obsession.

At this moment, I feel that the big devil is quite handsome!

"Sometimes I feel like a little bird......"

Fang Bai's gentle voice sings this song with a unique flavor, the rhythm is not very fast, just like singing a ballad, very slow and slow, as if he is slowly telling others his story.

The guitar sound and the gentle voice of the white show a strong appearance of a little bird in front of all the little radish heads, and the little radish heads only feel that they are the little birds, looking for a warm embrace in the search.

The sound of the guitar filled my ears, and all the little radish heads couldn't help but be immersed in this "Little Bird", as if they were half asleep and half awake.

Under the baptism of Fang Bai's singing, the mood of all the little radish heads has a different transformation, perhaps, this also has a lot to do with Fang Bai's selection of "Little Bird", if it is "Great Compassion Mantra", it is not good that these little radish heads will go to the monk.

When the time comes...... Hmph, those parents may have come to Fang Bai with knives.