What a fool!

Feng Yin is not afraid of music lessons, she understands.

I don't dare to say that I am a master of music, but my past achievements are definitely enough to show off.

But that's Dacheng's music, and the alpine snow is not suitable for the little ones.

Standing on the podium, Feng Yin, looking at the pair of eyes with anticipation below, his heart was surging.

She's going to have the best music lesson.

"Okay, today I'll teach you percussion."

"Wow-"

The children are very popular, Feng Yin has not met such an audience for a long time.

"Okay, all at my command."

"We're divided into six parts, and exactly one column is a combination."

"The children in this column are responsible for clapping, follow me along, clap rhythmically, don't be too fast, look at the teacher's hands......"

The sparse applause rang out in the classroom, a little different from what Feng Yin had expected.

It's okay, just practice.

"The children in the second column, you are responsible for patting the desk, don't be too strong, the desk is your drum, the palm is your drum stick, follow my rhythm....don't be too loud, light...."

Listening to the messy slapping of the table, Feng Yin had a bad premonition.

"The third column... You are responsible for tapping your fingers on the tabletop, only your fingers, and do so...."

"Fourth column...."

"Fifth column...."

"Sixth column..."

Each column was assigned a task by Feng Yin, and each column seemed to understand whether they understood or not, under the leadership of Feng Yin.

The anticipation of the wind groaning did not happen.

A beautiful ensemble, a thriving music, none of which happened.

When the children in each column play according to the rhythm and arrangement of the wind, how should the sound be described?

Miserable.

That's right, it's miserable.

There was a heart-rending scream of hundreds of cats being trampled on their necks at the same time, mixed with the sound of cats scratching the ground.

It's not that Feng Yin is exaggerating, but several teachers from the teacher next to him came over to care about it several times and told Feng Yin that there was monitoring at the school.

There is surveillance, take it easy.

[No anymore - my tears came out of my laughter!] 】

[The school has surveillance, I really want to see Feng Yin's expression when he hears this.] 】

[I really thought that Feng Yin would succeed, after all, she seems to be successful in everything.] 】

[Magic defeats magic, how can you fool you in the first grade of elementary school.] 】

Feng Yin failed, and netizens laughed crazy.

Time flies, a music lesson is over, and it's time for a lunch break.

The wind groaned and haggard for three seconds, and immediately refreshed.

She smiled and said to the children: "Okay, after class, eat well, see you in the afternoon!" ”

"Goodbye, teacher."

"Goodbye, Mr. Feng!"

One by one, the students got up, went out for lunch breaks, and received boxed lunches to eat in the classroom.

As the head teacher, Feng Yin naturally wants to eat with them.

After class, the children went to the toilet first, washed their hands by the way, and prepared to come back for lunch.

Feng Yin sat in his chair, finally able to lean back for a while.

"Teacher, your music class is really good, very good."

A small boy who is not tall, with a white fleshy face, is particularly cute, and his black eyes with long eyelashes are looking at the wind with happy eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the child was too young, Feng Yin really suspected that he was connotating her.

Good?

Where is it good?

Can you renovate the roof?

"Yes, thank you for the compliment, do you like it?"

The little boy nodded immediately, and his eyes brightened up even more: "I'm super invincible and likes it!" ”

The wind groan, which was a little sluggish, was immediately resurrected with full blood under the care of the children.

"At such a young age, he has such a vision!"