Show off the whole class of scumbags, you call this the head teacher

"I will beat you three times!"

That's the case with the youthful mind.

In your own field, never give up easily.

"it is good!"

Lu Ze didn't say any more nonsense.

Accepting Wu Naiwen's "overweight", then turned and walked towards the corridor door.

Youthful, youthful!What do you call a young man if you are not arrogant?

In an instant, he began to like this handsome boy a little bit.

He opened the heavy door and was about to walk into Lu Ze in the shadows.

Suddenly, I heard a boy's voice raised from behind.

"Hey, Teacher Lu...".

"Ok?"

Lu Ze stopped.

"I forgot to tell you, my name is Wu Naiwen."

"Oh"

Lu Ze nodded.

"Naiwen...OK, I got it!"

Lu Ze waved his back to Wu Naiwen, and walked down the stairs slowly.

A moderate voice rang into Wu Naiwen's ears.

"Naiwen...this name...is like a bitch"

The boy who happened to hear this sentence blushed instantly.

After adjusting in the wind for a long time, the scholar Lu Ze, who finally gritted his teeth, cursed in a low voice.

"fart......".

But then, the boy faced the sun and waved his arms vigorously upwards.

With a bright smile on his face, a flower suddenly bloomed in his heart.

This teacher seemed to be a little different from the ones I had encountered before.

He could feel that something had begun to ferment slowly.

This fermentation time may be a little long, and it will be a little painful.

But it's okay.

He can afford to wait, and naturally he can bear it.

.......

October [-]th.

Wednesday.

Compared with other schools, the extracurricular activities in No. 23 have some characteristics of their own.

The time was extended from two 10 minutes to three 10 minutes.

The name is to give the children more time to do something interesting.

But more often than not, it just gives the teacher a better reason to delay the class.

This is the reality.

Even a maverick like Lu Ze can only try to make some small breakthroughs within the big framework.

For example now.

In a crowded courtyard.

Almost everyone was attracted by the equipment on the small high platform in the middle of the yard.

Two huge speakers, twirled microphone cables.

Drums, Keyboards, Bass, Guitar...

A large number of instruments, and a group of people busy debugging around the instruments.

Students who are surrounded by homework every day, when have they seen such a novel thing on campus.

Immediately, the small high platform was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

Amidst the crowds, there were also discussions.

At this time, most of the students judged that the school finally gave them an extra-judicial mercy and invited a band to relax them.

Completely unaware.

Wait a minute, there will be a show here.

What they never thought about, the duel between students and teachers.

At four o'clock, when all the equipment has been adjusted.

Wu Naiwen took a guitar from the piano stand and jumped onto the stage first.

Standing by the wheat stand, I fiddled with the strings a few times.

Turning his head, he nodded towards the band members that Lu Ze had improvised.

He brought his mouth to the microphone.

"Hey, isn't this Wu Naiwen? My good guy, I've brought the concert here, darling!"

In the crowd, someone recognized the teenager in the stands.

Some people didn't know each other, so they asked the classmates next to them.

"Who is Wu Naiwen? I've never heard of it."

"Ham, it's the one in class [-], who doesn't study or play music every day, so there's no need to know."

"Oh, so it's him..."

Among the noisy crowd, surprised, applauded, doubted, ridiculed, malicious...

All kinds of voices hit Wu Naiwen from all directions.

But in the stands, he only has the guitar in his hand and the melody in his mind at the moment.

Ignoring all the voices, he leaned forward slightly.

The voice was thick and slightly hoarse.

"Painful admiration, "West Lake"!"

After finishing speaking, I plucked the strings vigorously with the pick, and the whole body began to follow the rhythmic swing.

"Yo, it's cool, not bad."

Lu Ze on the side of the stand smiled knowingly.

Then in the artistic conception created by Wu Naiwen's first line of lyrics, "Ride a boat into the Three Pagodas, and play in the lake".

Slowly closed my eyes.

Although no longer young.

But music that belongs to youth needs to be appreciated carefully.

Chapter 17 A famous song "West Lake" moved the campus, Mr. Lu, now it's you

School is actually a very magical place.

The magic is there.

It is like a very inclusive container, enough to hold many things.

Youth, blood, cruelty, tears....

Everyone will keep a unique memory here.

There are also some people who will become memories belonging to others here.

At this moment, Wu Naiwen was standing on this inconspicuous small platform.

It has become a memory for many people.

With his lips pressed against the microphone, his eyes were slightly closed.

Fingers slid across the strings, and the drumbeats began to become more and more dense.

Painful to the band, the benchmark of an era, the memory of a group of rock enthusiasts.

"West Lake", an epoch-making rock music, with elegant melody and extreme delicacy.

Wu Naiwen's voice was still slightly different from his age.

Some of the sunshine and greenness have faded, and a little more vicissitudes.

I have to say that it is a good voice suitable for singing rock.

Standing in the audience, Lu Ze looked at this boy who was always lonely and indifferent to his parents, director and himself yesterday.

It's like being completely immersed in the music at the moment.

Suddenly feel a little moved.

If you really love deeply, you would rather give your all to fight against the world.

This sentence is indeed correct.

"No more, the setting sun of nostalgia."

"Never again, reflected moon."

"No more, intoxicating evening wind."

"Disappeared in a blink of an eye...in the clouds."

As the drum beats became more dense, Wu Naiwen's voice cracked and his voice became hoarse.

The whole person, completely relax at this moment!

The surrounding air is like a bottomless vortex.

Absorb all regrets, incomprehensions, sadness, and resentment.

Only the purest music remains.

"The bicycle is too long to carry, singing and laughing."

"All the way, but saw the scenery by mistake."

"I can't see the cloud river, and I can't see the sky."

"Meteor, the moment has passed..."

From movement to stillness.

The voice that had just risen high-pitched, slowly sank again.

And the hearts of the students in the audience were also gradually lost in such a transition and gradual progress.

Before today, among this group of rambunctious students.

At least two-thirds of the people looked down on Wu Naiwen and couldn't get used to it.

Whether it is the day-to-day education or the long-term solidified cognition.

For Wu Naiwen, the evaluation they can give is very direct and simple.

Four words:

"Unlearned and incompetent".