Chapter 39 Report to the Teacher

Walking out of the Fuyue Building, Zhang Ziran, Xie Hui, and Zhang Jun were all excited as if they had been beaten by chicken blood. Their eyes were filled with admiration when they looked at Song Yan.

"Brother Yan, why don't we find a bar for a drink." Zhang Ziran suggested.

Song Yan waved his hand: "I still have things to do, and there will be opportunities in the future."

Saying goodbye to Zhang Ziran and the three of them, Song Yan walked to the coffee shop. Although he played in the coffee shop now, the fame he gained was insignificant to him, but he was a person with a beginning and an end, so he still went to the coffee shop on time for work every day.

The cafe's business is booming as usual, but the strange thing is that the proprietress Su Mei'er didn't come today. According to Ying Er, the proprietress seems to be in a hurry at home. When she returns to Yandu, I am afraid it will take three or five days to return.

Yandu is the capital of Yanhuang Kingdom and the largest city in Yanhuang.

At ten o'clock, after the performance, Song Yan bowed to the guests as usual to express his gratitude, and received applause from the audience.

"Ayan, do you have time? I want to talk to you about something." Zheng Yun greeted her.

"Okay." Song Yan nodded, Zheng Yun's arrival surprised Song Yan, and he didn't know what to do with him.

The two sat down, Zheng Yun asked Song Yan what he wanted to drink, and Song Yan ordered a cup of coffee at random. To be honest, he was really not used to drinking coffee.

"Sister Zheng, you're not looking for me just to invite me for coffee. If you have anything, just say it." Song Yan took a sip of coffee and asked with a smile.

"I'm sorry Yan." Zheng Yun looked slightly embarrassed: "That's how it is. Originally, this piano competition was just a folk competition, hosted by the Xiangcheng Piano Association, but I didn't expect that at this juncture, the piano association passed the national The application of the Music Association has officially become an officially recognized music organization, and the chairman of the association is concurrently chaired by Ma Jingchu, the chairman of the Municipal Music Association, and she is very concerned about this competition."

Speaking of which, Zheng Yun's expression was even more embarrassing: "Because Chairman Ma has a strict personality and can't rub the sand in his eyes, therefore, after consultation with the Organizing Committee, you are disqualified from directly advancing to the finals."

Hearing this, Song Yan felt a little uncomfortable. When you asked me, you asked me to directly participate in the finals, and now you tell me that my qualifications have been disqualified. However, he is not an unreasonable person, so he said: "Zheng Yan What do you mean, ma'am?"

"This... the organizers of the competition mean that they hope that you, like the other players, will start from the preliminary round."

After speaking, Zheng Yun looked at Song Yan nervously, for fear that he would refuse to participate in the competition.

After listening to this, Song Yan lowered his head and pondered. Although directly participating in the finals showed that he was superior to others, the fame gained should not be as much as playing from scratch, and it might even lead to some criticism. If he can stand out, after a few games of fermentation, and finally win the championship in one fell swoop, he will definitely gain more fame, and he will not arouse criticism.

In one sentence, starting a game from scratch has more advantages than disadvantages!

Seeing that Song Yan was silent, Zheng Yun was even more at a loss: "Ayan is all my fault for this matter, but I have tried my best to fight for it. If you want to blame you, blame me."

Song Yan smiled: "Sister Zheng, you have been worrying too much. I am willing to start from the preliminary round."

"That's great." Zheng Yun couldn't help cheering when she heard Song Yan's agreement. Without Song Yan, this competition would definitely lose a lot of luster, but she had to do it, because Ma Jingchu still had an identity, she was The Deputy Mayor's wife.

At the same time, while she was grateful to Song Yan, she also praised him a little more. This young man has an extraordinary mind. If he had changed to an ordinary piano master, he would have left him long ago.

"Ayan, thank you."

"You're welcome!" Song Yan waved his hand.

Yan Weimin finally came to school after a week of sick leave.

Everyone knew about the bet between Song Yan and Yan Weimin, so after he entered the classroom, everyone's eyes swept back and forth between him and Song Yan.

But Yan Weimin seemed to have forgotten about the bet and didn't mention it at all.

"Cough cough, everyone take out the textbooks, and the class starts now."

Seeing that Yan Weimin didn't care so much, Song Yan was very disdainful in his heart. As a teacher, he didn't even have this responsibility, which was really inferior.

So, Song Yan stood up from his seat.

When Yan Weimin saw it, he panicked in his heart. He thought Song Yan was going to mention a gambling appointment, and hurriedly scolded: "Song Yan, what are you doing standing up during class?"

Song Yan said lightly: "Mr. Yan, have you forgotten that you told me that I would stand in the corridor and listen to all your classes? Did you forget that I am very concerned about what the teacher said. Keep it in your heart, I am afraid that the teacher will forget what he said but will not remember it."

While speaking, Song Yan took the textbook and walked straight out of the classroom.

And Yan Weimin's face instantly turned blue, especially when he felt the strange eyes of the students below, he hated Song Yan to the point of gnashing his teeth, he was sure that this kid was deliberately embarrassing him.

"Okay, let's continue the class." Yan Weimin said solemnly.

"Report." Zhang Ziran suddenly stood up from his seat.

"What's the matter with you, Zhang Ziran?" Yan Weimin's tone was a little kinder.

Zhang Ziran said with a serious face: "Last month's exam, Song Yan was the only one who got full marks in Chinese. Since he is not qualified to stay in the classroom to listen to your lectures, I don't think I am qualified, so I applied to go to the corridor. Listen to the class!"

Zhang Ziran's words made Yan Weimin feel particularly harsh, and his face became even more blue and red.

However, Zhang naturally didn't care whether he agreed or not. After speaking, he took the textbook and walked out of the classroom.

"Teacher Report, I also don't think I'm qualified to stay in the classroom to listen to your lectures. I'll go to the corridor too." Xie Hui followed and stood up and walked outside the classroom.

"Teacher report, I also apply to go to the corridor to listen to the class!" Zhang Jun echoed.

He and Zhang Ziran both recognized Song Yan as the boss, and naturally had to advance and retreat together.

Seeing that Zhang Ziran and the three of them walked out of the classroom, Yan Weimin's face was so gloomy that it almost dripped with water, and he even shouted in his heart, "Song Yan, I am at odds with you!"

"Teacher, I'm going out too!"

Li Lei stood up again and walked out of the classroom with the textbook. During this time, Song Yan and Zhang Ziran got close. He had a good relationship with Song Yan and naturally joined this small group.

"boom!"

Yan Weimin finally suppressed the anger in his heart, smashed the textbook heavily on the desk, glanced at the classroom, and asked, "Who else wants to go out?"

The boys and girls are all impulsive and rebellious, and Yan Weimin has lost his heart, so his anger not only failed to calm the students, but caused resistance and dissatisfaction in their hearts.

"Report teacher, I also apply to attend the class in the corridor!"

A poor student has long been dissatisfied with Yan Weimin's bipolar approach, and now he has the opportunity to disgust Yan Weimin, he is naturally happy to do so.

"Teacher report, I think going to the corridor to listen to the class will have a wider view, so I will go too!" Another student stood up and walked outside the classroom.

"Report teacher...!"

"Report teacher...!"

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Next, the students stood up one after another, and more than 40 of the more than 60 students walked out of the classroom and into the corridor, which made Song Yan dumbfounded.

The students all ran out of the classroom. How could this class be held? Yan Weimin almost fainted on the podium and left the classroom with a wave of his hand.