The system invites me to be a teacher

Looking at Jia Tiehan who looked at him with contempt, Confucius and Mencius said, "Who said that Chinese teachers can't understand music?"

Jia Tiehan said: "So you understand? Then I will test you, what do you think of the performance of Ai Ai just now?"

"Need me to tell the truth?"

"Please show your honesty to the elderly. As for the cost of less than 150,000 yuan per lesson, don't talk about it."

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

It seems that this guy has a deep resentment about his own fooling around!

But is this my pot?Even if you find the righteous master, you should find Hao Jian and Xiao Yueyue?

He pointed to the stage where Zheng Mao was on: "If you are at this level, I suggest that you still don't participate in "Finding Good Voices." If you don't talk about one round of tour, it is mainly a waste of train tickets."

Jia Tiehan: "..."

He jumped up angrily: "What are you talking about? A round of tour? The lights, scenes, props, and dance steps here are all designed by me with great pains. Even if I can't get the ranking, I pass the preliminary audition. Still no problem."

Confucius and Mencius wondered: "Passed the preliminary audition? Is this different from a round trip?"

Jia Tiehan: "..."

"You...well, do you have a way to help Sight to get a good ranking? I would like to hear Mr. Kong's advice!"

Confucius and Mencius shook his head: "What I said is no good. I don't mean light, scenes, props and dance steps, which are of little significance, but the song itself.

Although literally, the focus of "Finding a Good Voice" is the singer's voice, no matter how good the voice is, it is difficult to show it without a good song as a carrier.

On the contrary, even if the voice is slightly flawed, as long as the singer and the song fit well, they can still be a blockbuster."

After hearing what Confucius and Mencius had said, Jia Tiehan sneered: "Teacher Kong, I really thought you were so good. It turns out that you don't have a backache when you stand and talk!

Do you really think I don’t know the importance of a good song to a singer?But good songs are not Chinese cabbage. Even if one or two songs are occasionally released, they are all snatched away by gold medal musicians.You don’t have to have money to buy songs, and you have connections."

Confucius and Mencius laughed and said: "A good song may be hard to find for you, but it is nothing to me. Although I am a teacher by profession, I occasionally write songs in private.

Zheng Mao, as long as you go back to school with the teacher obediently, the teacher can tailor a few songs for you.Although there is no guarantee that you will win the championship, it should be no problem to enter the top ten."

"Hahahaha..." Jia Tiehan burst into unbridled laughter as soon as Confucius and Mencius spoke, "This teacher, do you have any misunderstandings about song writing? This is not an appreciation text. You summarize the main idea of ​​the article. No matter how good it is, it’s useless."

Although Zheng Mao didn't speak, she looked similar to Jia Tiehan.

Confucius and Mencius spread their hands: "I really know how to write songs, how can you believe it?"

If at the very beginning, Confucius and Mencius could believe Jia Tiehan's words by four or five points, after Confucius and Mencius said about 150,000 class hours, his impression in Jia Tiehan's mind would become a typical example of unassuming words.

Confucius and Mencius said that not only can he write songs, but the quality of the songs can also ensure that Zheng Aiming is in the top ten. This can no longer be described by pretence.

Those crooks who run the train with their mouths dare not say that!

I don't know how this stuff got into the pure team of teachers.

Of course, Jia Tiehan is a kind person. Although he knew that Confucius and Mencius were fooling people, he did not say anything: "Want me to believe it? It's very simple! As the saying goes, the mule comes out of horses. You can write a song now. It can’t be done, everyone knows when you listen."

Confucius and Mencius nodded: "Yes, what kind of song do you want to listen to?"

"Whatever, it's best to find what you are good at. It's a little while saving it and say it's for other reasons. You guys still don't give the stage to our teacher Kong."

Four of the six hurriedly jumped off the stage upon hearing this. Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming, who were walking at the end, were also preparing to follow, but were stopped by Confucius and Mencius.

"Wait, this song was created by me painstakingly and in the first three years... Well, I will sing a song to find out the feeling, you two will learn hard and beat the beat by the way."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Ming were obviously more persuaded than Zheng Mao, who was not stage fright, and Jia Tiehan, who was tit-for-tat. They stood behind him when they heard Confucius and Mencius.

High school (1) class chat group.

The classmates who had been fans of Confucius and Mencius heard him want to instruct Zheng Mao to sing, and suddenly it became lively.

"What did I see just now? Teacher Kong said he could help Sister Nao get into the top ten with good voices. This tone, oops, hot ears!"

"Don't talk nonsense upstairs if you don't understand. I think Mr. Kong's analysis is right. Sister Ai is very talented in music, but she is only a good song."

"Nonsense, she would be popular for a good song, no one knows about it."

"Ms. Kong said he can write songs, is it true?"

"You can't believe it upstairs?"

"But Teacher Kong is not the kind of person who talks big, don't forget his "I Have a Dream". It's not difficult for someone who can write such a classic article to write a good song, right?"

"Shhh, don't talk, Teacher Kong is on stage...Wow, his posture is so handsome!"

Walking up the steps, Confucius and Mencius looked more and more serious. When he stood in the center of the stage, the whole person seemed to be immersed in his own world, and everything outside had nothing to do with him.

An inexplicable emotion is brewing!

Jia Tiehan's expression also became solemn, although he still didn't believe that Confucius and Mencius could write a good song, depending on the other side's posture, it might not be impossible.

Zheng Mao, the four dancers in the audience, Long Aotian, and everyone in the second grade (1) class were also quiet, and the entire KTV room suddenly felt like a mountain rain is coming.

The soothing tone sounded, giving people a warmth of home.

Accompanied by the beat, Confucius and Mencius spoke softly: "Only a mother is good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure. If you fall into the arms of your mother, happiness cannot be enjoyed..."

Jia Tiehan: "..."

Zheng Ai: "..."

The four dancers: "..."

Senior two (1) class owner: "..."

The live broadcast screen flicked suddenly, and then after a flower, nothing was seen.

It turned out that Long Aotian couldn't help it anymore, and the phone fell directly to the ground.

The corners of Jia Tiehan's mouth twitched, this is the good song that Confucius and Mencius can help Zheng Ai to make the top ten?

I bother!

You are not only hot ears, but your damn hot heart, my poor little heart!

If the song is bad, the most speechless thing is that the lyrics of Confucius and Mencius are out of tune, and they are not shot at all.

This is a rookie who knows nothing!

Not only did Confucius and Mencius not have the slightest awareness of his sleazy performance, he also glared at Cheng Congcong, who was also shocked, and Cheng Mingming: "What are you two fooling around? Hurry up and sing with the teacher! There is only a mother who is good, and children without mothers are like grass... …"

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming: "..."

"Hurry up, or I will ask Zhen Tiehan to copy his homework to you."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Ming obviously also knew about class during the day, and their expressions immediately changed when they heard this: "The world...no mothers are like grass..."

"Okay, yes, come again: leave my mother's arms, where to find happiness..."

Cheng Congcong and Cheng Mingming: "Where to find happiness..."

Jia Tiehan: "..."

He couldn't stand it anymore. He walked quickly to the stereo and turned it off with a snap: "Mr. Kong, it's not me who dismantled your station. Although your song is novel, it is definitely not suitable for aiming. Go anywhere!"