The system invites me to be a teacher

Confucius and Mencius took a surprised look at the nonsense. He didn't expect the other party to ask such questions.

Shaking his head, Confucius said: "Sorry, I am a teacher. It is my job to teach and educate talents. As for playing football, let's forget it!"

Who knows that he just finished speaking, and he was anxious when he said nonsense: "What? Teaching and educating people? How can you teach and educate people?"

Confucius gave him a helpless look: "Why can't I teach and educate people?"

Nonsense waved his hand: "I didn't mean that. You don't know. With your talent in goalkeeper, you are on par with the top goalkeeper in the world.

As long as you are willing to play, I can personally introduce you to the national team. Then we will gallop in the international arena."

Confucius and Mencius looked at him even more weird: "It's galloping in the international arena, when has our national team rushed out of Asia to the world?"

"This..." Hu Shuo's face instantly became embarrassed.

Confucius and Mencius shook his head and was about to walk away. He said nonsense behind him: "Before you could not rush out of Asia and go to the world, that would be without you. As long as you join, this dream will never be a dream again."

Confucius smiled.

He walked over and patted nonsense on the shoulder: "Football has never been a one-person sport. I can't change anything without me.

If you really want to win, you still have to practice your skills and improve your skills!"

Watching Confucius and Mencius disappear at the intersection, he muttered and looked into the distance.

Sharp persuaded: "Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions.

In our industry, no matter how good you are, you will be scolded when you go out. It's like being a teacher. Parents holding students to train, don't be too happy every day."

Seeing the expressions of the two, Rona suddenly approached: "Brother Hu, Brother Rui, is the national team particularly short of people now? What do you think of me?

Don't worry, I will never dislike the national football team..."

After speaking, he tried his best to show a flattering smile.

Looking at Rona who winked at himself, he slapped him on the shoulder nonsense: "You don't think it is not important to reject the National Football Team, but the National Football Team will definitely reject you.

Brother, you should act as a substitute for the provincial team. The national team recruits from the provincial team every year. I hope you can be selected one day."

Rhone: "..."

After playing football from Shanghai, Long Aotian immediately gave a thumbs up to Confucius and Mencius: "You are still good. Not only do you teach well, you are also so popular as a goalkeeper."

In the past two days, he followed Confucius and Mencius, and once again saw Master Kong's excellence, he couldn't help but admire him even more.

Confucius shook his head and looked at Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan who were still with him: "I'm just lucky. Alright, time is almost up.

When you go back to your Zhiyuan Middle School, I should also go back to Yunxi Hope School."

Now it's Long Aotian's turn to be strange: "Teacher Kong, today is the finals of the good voice in Shanghai.

Would you not stay and have a look?"

Confucius and Mencius was taken aback: "What? Good Voice Finals? Why don't I know?"

It was only then that he noticed that Zheng Mao was not by his side.

Long Aotian rolled his eyes: "Sister Meow didn't let us tell you.

She said that you helped her so much, and she was very grateful.

But you can help her for a while, but you can't help her. If you want to become the world's top singer, she must go out independently."

Confucius and Mencius nodded, and couldn't help but like Zheng Ai.

To be honest, Zheng Ai was able to pass through the generals all the way before, although she has a good singing talent, but most of the reasons are attributed to Confucius and Mencius.

It was the songs he provided that gave her the capital to pass the test.

But doing this by myself is a double-edged sword. Although it can help Zheng Mao quickly become famous, it will make her become dependent.

This dependence will become more and more serious over time, and eventually develop to the point of being out of control.

Confucius and Mencius have always been worried about this. Now Zheng Mao has also discovered this problem, which shows her savvy in music.

Suddenly Confucius and Mencius thought of something: "Since today is Zheng Mao's finals, what about Fang Qiong?"

At that time, Zheng Ai was a good voice to participate with Fang Qiong. With his help, both of them passed the qualifiers with close to full marks, which became a good story.

But I haven't seen Fang Qiong in Shanghai in the past two days. With the other's personality, I know I'm there, so I will definitely come over to discuss and ask questions about music.

In the end, it was better for him not to mention this. When they talked about it, Long Aotian and Fang Zhenyuan looked at each other.

Confucius and Mencius looked at them strangely: "What? Are you hiding something from me?"

Long Aotian said haha, "Teacher Kong, this is not that we deliberately concealed it from you, and Sister Fang Qiong would not let us tell you."

Fang Zhenyuan also said: "Yes, Sister Fang knows that you are going to teach in remote areas. In order not to trouble you, she asked us to keep it secret for him."

Confucius and Meng helplessly looked at the two of them: "What the hell happened? Say quickly, don't fight haha!"

"Sister Fang was eliminated."

"What?" Confucius was taken aback. "When did it happen?"

"On the third day after you left Zhiyuan to teach, a new round of knockout matches for Good Voice began.

Sister Fang appeared first and sang the [Lotus Pond Moonlight] you wrote to her.

[Lotus pond moonlight]?

Confucius and Mencius frowned. [Lotus Pond Moonlight] is the legend of the Phoenix, adapted from an essay by Zhu Ziqing.

Its rhythm is clear, beautiful and graceful. Although it is not as popular as the famous song of Phoenix Legend, it is also a rare masterpiece.

This is also a good song that can enter the music chart. Although Confucius and Mencius can't guarantee to get the first place, they won't be eliminated!

The answer was Fang Zhenyuan: "There is no problem with this song itself, it is Sister Fang who has the problem, she ran away!"

Confucius and Mencius were taken aback, out of tune?how is this possible?

Confucius and Mencius have their own judgments about the music level of Fang Qiong.

In addition to the special voice of the other party, the tone is also very good.

Confucius and Mencius would rather believe that Zheng Mao would go out of tune than Fang Qiong made such a mistake.

Who knows Long Aotian then added: "Hey, Lao Fang. I know Fang Qiong is the sister you recognize, but what?

Your maintenance belongs to maintenance, and you can't talk nonsense!

Fang Qiong is out of tune?She doesn't have a word at all in the tune, okay?"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Seeing that the two people talked more and more complicated, Confucius and Mencius simply stopped asking.

I want to know that after meeting Fang Qiong, I will know everything, there is no need to guess here.

He said: "In this case, let's go over immediately."

Who knows what he said, Long Aotian looked embarrassed: "Teacher Meng, not only won't Sister Miao tell you, she won't let us go, otherwise we will break our friendship."

Confucius and Mencius smiled: "Really? Since he wouldn't let him go, he wouldn't tell her.

Let's keep it secret, just watch it quietly in the past."

Hearing what Confucius and Mencius said, Long Aotian's eyes lit up: "Yes, sister Miao wouldn't let us go, and it has nothing to do with whether we go or not.

Let's go quietly, come back quietly, and finally wave our sleeves without taking away half of the cloud."

Fang Zhenyuan also slapped his thigh: "That is, she doesn't let go, just like someone else is going to go.

If it hadn't been for Mr. Kong to reject all opinions and insist on pulling me, even if she knelt down and begged me, I wouldn't be able to take a half step towards Shanghai TV."

As soon as this remark came out, two pairs of eyes were immediately contemptuous.

The three called a car and arrived at their destination quickly.

Just waiting to enter the door, but was stopped by security.

"The three gentlemen, please stay, I don't know who you are looking for?"

Long Aotian said: "Isn't today the finals of the good voice in Shanghai? Let's go watch the game!"

The security guard said: "Please show your invitation."

Long Aotian was stunned: "Invitation? Need an invitation to watch a game?"

The next moment he reacted: "You are talking about tickets, right? It doesn't matter, how much is it? I buy it!"

The security guard's expression remained unchanged: "Sorry, the tickets for the Shanghai Voice Finals are provided internally and are not publicly sold."

He said that he turned to the door: "Of course, if you want to watch the game, you can move to the broadcasting hall, where there is a live broadcast!"

Confucius and Mencius glanced at each other, their expressions a little awkward.

I rushed to cheer for Zheng Mao, but I couldn't even get in. This is too...

He was about to give up, and Long Aotian's eyes rolled next to him: "Teacher Kong, wait a minute, isn't it just three tickets? Look at me."

He said to the security guard: "Dude, can you borrow a pen to use it?"

The security nodded: "This is fine, do you need paper? I have it here!"

As a result, with pen and paper, Long Aotian wrote a few big words on it: I want to buy three tickets for the Shanghai Good Voice final, 10,000 yuan!

Any kind person willing to transfer is very grateful, thank you!

Seeing the price marked by Long Aotian, Confucius was taken aback.

He snatched the paper quickly, and then scolded the other person: "Are you crazy? Ten thousand yuan for a ticket?"

Long Aotian smiled and said: "Teacher Kong can rest assured, anyway, the money belongs to me, not mine.

He wants to ask, I said it was bought to invite you to watch your finals, he will definitely not object."

Kong and Meng glared at him: "That's not okay. Nobody's money is from the wind. It is a loss to spend 10,000 yuan on a ticket."

Long Aotian couldn't help being embarrassed: "We are here, so we can't help but go in? If you want to watch it in the theater, it is better to watch TV at home."

Kong Meng glared at him: "Why don't you go home and watch TV? I didn't let you buy it, but the price is too expensive..."

Long Aotian asked: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

Confucius and Mencius stretched out a finger, and Long Aotian said, "One thousand? Is it a bit less?"

Confucius and Mencius: "What is a little bit less? One thousand is too much, I mean one hundred."

Long Aotian: "..."

Confucius and Mencius ignored his little expression, but took the paper, drew a cross on the back of the swastika, and added a hundred characters next to it.

With a flutter, a man behind Kong and Meng laughed.

Confucius and Mencius turned his head in confusion, and the other party laughed: "I said three buns, don't you really want to buy a good-sounding ticket for 100 yuan?"

Confucius and Mencius asked: "Why, can't it work?"

"I don't know if it will work, but nowadays, even the most ordinary concert costs one hundred and ten yuan.

There are so many potential players gathered in Shanghai with good voices, and their popularity is no worse than those popular variety shows.

So don't say one hundred, even ten thousand yuan cannot be transferred."

Confucius and Mencius said: "This is just your own assumption? How can you know if you don't try it?"

Bang bang bang...

applause.

The man gave a thumbs up to Confucius and Mencius: "I have seen confident people, but this is the first time I have seen you like you.

Do you dare to bet with me?I bet you won’t be able to buy one today.

If you can successfully buy one, I will pay you 10,000 yuan.

Of course, if you haven’t bought any of them, I’m sorry. If you should go to the construction site to move the bricks, go to the construction site to move the bricks."

Confucius and Mencius and Long Aotian Fang Zhenyuan looked at each other.

Does the man in front of me have a brain problem?

I opened my mouth and bet with myself, and the difference in the bets was obvious. I was neurotic, and she couldn't think of the second possibility.

As for the three of them to move bricks on the construction site, it is nothing more than to let themselves go.

But if I couldn't buy a ticket, I would have left?

So what's the point of betting between you and me?

Is this the happiness of the rich?

"Okay, just gamble, this is what you said, as long as we can sell one, you will give us 10,000 yuan."

Fang Zhenyuan smiled.

Confucius and Mencius were about to speak, but saw Fang Zhenyuan winking at him, and then made a money counting action.

Kong and Meng knew that this guy wanted to bully again, but he didn't say anything.

In any case, the positions of the two are the same.

He did not want to be ridiculed for no reason.

Over time, people have come over.

Fang Zhenyuan immediately lifted the paper in his hand and walked to a middle-aged couple: "Sir, we are now buying tickets for the good voice in Shanghai at a high price. I wonder if the two of you can cut love?"

The man in the middle-aged couple immediately waved his hand to refuse, but the woman curiously asked, "What price do you charge?"

Fang Zhenyuan looked at the paper in his hand questioningly: "Of course it's 100 yuan a piece, isn't it clearly written on it?"

The woman in the middle-aged couple froze for a long time before saying: "Little brother, this joke is not funny at all."

"A joke? I'm not kidding!"

"No kidding, would you dare to buy it for a hundred yuan? Do you know how much our ticket cost? A full five thousand yuan!"

"No, it's so expensive? You guys are really being taken advantage of."

"..."

The atmosphere fell into endless embarrassment again.

Seeing the middle-aged couple enter through the door angrily, the man betting with the three couldn't help laughing.

"What did I just say? I want to buy tickets for a hundred dollars? You should die as soon as possible!"

"Hey, why do you think we can't buy it? The couple was really taken advantage of. Could it be that Zhenyuan was wrong?

But this world is not always taken advantage of, right?"

It was Long Aotian who was talking. He snatched the paper from Fang Zhenyuan's hand and looked at the door.

This time the one who came in was a young man with a tattoo on his arm.

Long Aotian smiled and walked over: "Brother, do you want to sell your tickets?"

The young man looked at Long Aotian suspiciously: "Do you want the ticket in my hand?"

Long Aotian said: "Of course I want it, as long as you are willing to cut love, my little dragon is grateful."

The young man nodded, and then took off his clothes: "No problem, we people from the rivers and lakes speak rivers and lakes, as long as you can beat me, the ticket is yours."

Looking at the colorful left green dragon and right white tiger on Xiao Young's body, Long Aotian...