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

I don't want to be close to this kind of person, I don't want to make friends with this kind of person, and I don't want to become this kind of person.

However, it took less than 2 minutes in the past.

The long-standing concepts of most of them were instantly destroyed and fell apart.

The boy who swayed his body to the rhythm on the stage.

That young man with extremely dexterous fingers gliding over the strings time and time again.

That voice is full of desolation, but it can make people hear the boy who is full of expectations for the world.

That young man who everyone says is ignorant, but in fact has always devoted himself to his field.

That young man who was completely different from them, but one couldn't help but envy him suddenly.

he!

It turns out to be glowing.

"Hey".

In the crowd, the girl who was holding a mobile phone to send a message suddenly bumped into her best friend.

"Tell me, how can someone sing so well?"

The best friend who was staring at Wu Naiwen chuckled lightly, raised her finger and stroked the hair beside her ear.

"I don't know, but I also like singing...".

in the girl's voice.

There is envy that people can easily detect, and.

Such an imperceptible regret.

Music, go on.

Interlude, sounded.

Wu Naiwen hugged the guitar, bowed his body forward a little, lowered his head to stare at the strings intently, and plucked his hands quickly.

In this noisy campus.

In this space where many people are willing to stop and listen to the unremarkable him.

Use an intense solo.

Swear a little thing.

Some people are born to belong to music.

Some people, can't do without music...

"Bang, bang"!

The drummer pounded two syllables with his sticks.

And Wu Naiwen, at the moment when these two notes came out, stopped playing the chord in his hand.

Quiet, in the originally fiery atmosphere, suddenly struck.

However, it was only two seconds.

Before the students could react, Wu Naiwen made a big stride and came to the microphone again.

Let go of the guitar in his hand, hold the microphone with both hands, and let go of his emotions with a roaring voice.

"That day, that night..."

"That day, that day, that night..."

"That day, that night..."

The sound slowly returns from rough to delicate.

The atmosphere gradually returned to calm from hot and dry.

The originally swaying body also gradually settled down as the rhythm subsided.

The students below are still immersed in this emotion.

Without even noticing it, the song was drawing to a close.

At this moment, Wu Naiwen finally pulled back the soul that just sprang out of his body.

Holding the microphone, he glanced down the stage.

A smile crept up his cheeks.

The yard is full of people, it looks so beautiful, it really feels like a concert.

But, so fast...

In just a few minutes, it will be over.

Will there be such an opportunity in the future?

He turned his head and glanced at Lu Ze who was also smiling not far away.

Facing the microphone, Wu Naiwen sighed softly.

Then he sang the last line of the song in an almost utterance.

"I didn't realize it, so I went far away...".

Just eight words, but full of...

The tranquility after the carnival, the reality of waking up from a dream....

"call".

Drums, pianos, keyboards.

At this moment, it stops abruptly.

After exhaling into the microphone, Wu Naiwen thought for a while, then turned his head to look at Lu Ze again.

""West Lake", from the album "Don't Stop My Music"".

"This song, dedicated to myself."

"Mr. Lu, now, it's you!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Naiwen took off the guitar, and walked down the high stage lightly and without hesitation.

Leave behind a group of students looking at each other in blank dismay.

They doubted their ears a bit, just now what Wu Naiwen said was "Teacher Lu"...

Who is Teacher Lu?

What does "change you" mean?

Does it mean that today, not only this student sings?

And the teacher?

In an instant, the atmosphere on the field changed from the quietness just now to a lively and extraordinary scene.

The students who reacted were shocked and expected at the same time.

Have a teacher to sing?

I go......

Is it so exciting!

23, when did this happen?

Exclamations, discussions, and applause began to gather on the stage from all directions.

A few seconds later, in the anticipation of the audience.

A man in a white sweater with neat short hair appeared on the stage.

Like Wu Naiwen, he also casually grabbed a guitar on the piano stand.

With a smile on his face, he looked very comfortable.

After tuning your guitar, stand in front of the mic.

Glances down, then holds up a finger in a "shh" gesture to his lips.

When the attention of all the students in the audience was attracted by him.

He grinned slightly.

Then, the pleasant voice spread throughout the square...

"Senior 23 class teacher, Lu Ze."

"The title of the song..."

Chapter 18 Dream Destroyer Lu Ze is online!longest song title ever

The position in the middle and back of the stands under the stands is also the best viewing angle.

Dozens of people gathered scattered here and there.

There is a very obvious difference in standing posture, hairstyle, dress and the surrounding students.

The yard in No. 23 is actually not big, and it looks a bit crowded when there are many people.

But around this group of people, there was a large open space.

Needless to say, this group of people are the "bad guys" from Class 23 of Senior High School.

And this open space was deliberately reserved by the surrounding students because they didn't want to get too close to them.

The notoriety spread far and wide, and it was vividly displayed at this moment!

But the students in Class [-] didn't care about this obvious isolation.

I have long been used to it, and I have already adapted to it.

It is better not to be close.

The space is large, the area is wide, and breathing is smoother!

But now, looking at Lu Ze standing on the stage with a calm face.

The students in Class [-], who have always been adhering to the principle of "nothing to do with oneself", finally became a little interested.

Gathered in twos and threes to discuss.

"He really went out of his way to sing in front of so many people, and he didn't feel ashamed to panic."

"I don't think he has a bright mind. Competing with Wu Naiwen in singing, it's at his level. It's no wonder he didn't get tortured to death."

"Damn, I can't bear to see him make the class so miserable these days. I'll record him when he makes a fool of himself, and then..."

Squatting on the ground with a cigarette hidden in his sleeve, the boy who was secretly smoking said through gritted teeth.

However, before he finished speaking, the boy next to him pulled his clothes forcefully.

"You are crazy, you don't want your phone anymore? You still recorded it...".

The boy who was reminded was stunned for a moment, and then let out a long breath.

"Fuck! I almost forgot, this grandson accepts his mobile phone every time he accepts it. I just bought it again yesterday..."

These are all words from the boys.

On the other side of the crowd, the conversation of several girls gathered together was like this.

"Wanwan, I suddenly feel that he seems really handsome..."

"But he is very bad!"

"Hee hee, bad and handsome!"

"Xiaobai, tell me, can he sing well?"

"I don't know, but it feels like standing there seems to be very interesting..."

boys and girls.