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

Holding on like this, next to each other, I finally heard the bell ring before extracurricular activities.

Also at this moment.

Lu Ze, who was standing on the stand adjusting the guitar, suddenly widened his eyes.

Because he saw countless wild horses running wild.

With flying speed, they fled from their classrooms one after another, and then flocked to the square mightily.

They want a good spot, so they can't wait for a moment!

Look at suffocating the kids.....

Lu Ze shook his head and smiled, then continued to fiddle with the instrument in his hand with his head down.

16 o'clock exactly.

The entire square was already full of black students.

Groups of three or four were discussing what song they would hear today, and how the two of them wanted to show it off.

After completing all the preparations, Lu Ze jumped down from the stands and walked to Wu Naiwen.

After unscrewing the thermos cup and taking a sip, he asked casually.

"You first or me first?"

"I go first!"

Wu Naiwen's voice was a little weak, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure.

"Okay then, please start your performance!"

Lu Ze raised his hand and patted the boy's back, making a gesture of invitation.

"Teacher Lu...".

Wu Naiwen, who was about to take the stage, suddenly turned around and shouted.

"Ok?"

Lu Ze stopped what he was doing and responded suspiciously.

The boy scratched his hair, his face turned red, he muttered for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Then what, Mr. Lu, can we stop skewering today?"

"Really...it's kind of...".

"Okay, come on up quickly."

Lu Ze smiled and raised his hand.

"Don't worry, I prepared a song today...".

Seeing Lu Ze's disgusted expression, the boy finally felt relieved.

Take a big step onto the stage.

There was a burst of joy in my heart.

"A song is fine, in front of my brother."

"There is no song that can withstand it!"

"Even if you are Lu Ze! You can't!"

Wu Naiwen, who was holding the guitar, thought so, and plucked the strings at the same time.

The moment his brows and eyes were lowered, his expression was sad.

In front of 23 girls in No. 48 Middle School.

Sang that song.

As soon as the song opened.

As soon as he spoke, it caused a burst of laughter from the crowd.

But the laughter was well-intentioned.

And they won't know it at this time.

Seconds later, the laughter turns into crying...

Chapter 28 Folk Ballads with Suona, Teacher Lu Fouled...

In fact, today's stage is much simpler than yesterday's.

There are no drum kits or keyboards.

Yes, just microphones, microphone stands, stools and a guitar.

Because it is a folk song, there are many less complicated configurations.

Also because it is a folk song, it is even more necessary to use sound to show the charm of the song.

Wu Naiwen, of course, knew this truth.

Therefore, he chose the song that was forced to sing, and chose this song with deep emotions and profound connotations:

"The world will be good? "

Storytelling, coupled with his hoarse voice that is rare for teenagers.

In an instant, he took the audience with him.

Come into his world together.

The outsider felt devastated, but he cherished the inner world most.

The first cassette in my life, the first singer I liked.

The guitar I bought with all my savings, and the concert I traveled across many cities to hear.

The joy of creating the first song, the passion of being recognized by friends.

Look at me, how much I love music...

Wu Naiwen smiled and continued singing.

However, this smile is somewhat bitter.

"Just, those violent emotions..."

"Torturing me when I can't sleep..."

Wu Naiwen, who had been singing with his voice suppressed, suddenly raised his voice at this moment.

Probably because the voice was not opened in advance, the sudden rise in pitch also brought the expected breaking sound.

However, this feeling is just right.

Helplessness and struggle, loss and relief.

That's what he wants to express in this part.

All of you have only seen my stubbornness and my indifference.

But have you seen it?

Have you ever seen those mocking eyes when I played the guitar at the art performance held by the school full of enthusiasm?

Have you ever seen that guitar that I cherish so much was smashed to the ground by that disgusting person, and it fell apart beyond words?

Have you seen the fireworks where I locked myself in a room for many days and nights, wrote a satisfying song, and then was set ablaze?

No, none of you can see it!

So, you can't empathize.

But it's okay, I can sing it to you.

Because I will, and that's all.

The voice raised again, with a crying tone that could be easily detected.

"My long-dead father watched you in the starless night."

"Mom, will I open up in summer, like your face once."

won't be open...

Wu Naiwen plucked the strings with one hand, thinking in despair.

Because, I haven't seen what Xia Tian looks like.

"Mother.....".

Helpless voices, downcast expressions.

Isn't folk songs about emotions?

This road, in fact, was very difficult for him.

So he really wanted to ask.

Ask in the way you love singing the most.

"Will this loss last?"

"The world will be good?"

off stage.

The good-natured laughter at the beginning has long been swallowed up in the simple and melodious melody.

All they could see was the boys who were completely immersed on the stage.

What can be heard is also from his mouth, the voice that has been enduring but almost collapsed.

"Wanwan, do you know? He actually worked really hard..."

"I know, I've seen him practicing singing, and I know what he's insisting on."

"I can't do it...I'm very envious...and I feel distressed."

Off the stage, a girl named Qin Wan raised her finger and wiped the corners of her eyes.

floating in front of my eyes.

It was an evening, in a small park outside the school.

Sitting on the grass by the lake.

The lonely back of the boy and the pleasant but lonely sound of the piano.

Of course, there are audiences whose number is [-].

So she also really wanted to ask.

"The world will be good?"

will it be ok?

On the stage, Wu Naiwen took the last note.

Then he sat blankly in front of the microphone for more than ten seconds.

In the square, there was silence.

No one spoke, and no one applauded.

Quiet is the best expression.

And the most beautiful tribute.

.....

In the end, Wu Naiwen stepped down.

Silently, he took the guitar off his body.

He nodded towards Lu Ze on the side of the stage.

Then he buried his expression in the collar of the sweater that stood up in late autumn.