With the cooperation of the teahouse background, a crosstalk talk was colorful. Even the professional comedy team that later used the shock of props as the selling point did not steal the limelight from them. The language program of Huaqiang Class has stood up, and at least everyone in the school remembered this fat and thin crosstalk.

The following program was carried out step by step until the band of Huaqiang's five little girls performed. The classmate who was presenting the show emphasized that this program came from Huaqiang's class, so everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

The program of Huaqiang Class is the class that is known as the most mysterious, most troublesome and most playful class in the school? This time they have to work in one class and one school? And they are fighting against the foreign aids of each class?

The surprises brought to everyone by the teahouse of the crosstalk show are extraordinary. What kind of flowers can the band make this time?

Zhao Bai's face adjusted the projection angle slowly. This time the projection special effects are very important. Songs are very special effects, and the dry ice and smoke in the early years can improve their style. However, this kind of low-level method is slag in front of the holographic projection of superpower level. The reason why the pixels of superpower level projection equipment are so realistic is that its supporting energy is superpower. Superpower is a first-level natural energy that exists in nature, and it is a very high-quality energy. Electric power drive cannot achieve this effect.

As the drum beats sounded, a fog of clouds rose on the stage. After the entire stage was shrouded in the clouds, the scene immediately became fantastic.

"I want to fly higher~~" When Meng Luo raised his head and sang, a five-clawed golden dragon and a colorful phoenix emerged from the clouds and fog and danced with the music. The special effects of the dragon and phoenix dance scared the audience down. The strange feeling of reaching out made their hearts beat faster and their throats dry.

"Come on! Someone has a heart attack!"

Mu Yangren had sharp ears, and he heard the call for help from the VIP VIP seat. He immediately jumped out of the fence with a big jump.

"Huh!" The audience took a deep breath. This guy was so fierce! He jumped down at once after the high-rise stands were more than five meters above the ground?

When life is at stake, Mu Yangren can't take too much care. Anyway, Zhao Baiwei is sitting there, so he has to solve the problem of stability maintenance - he is the director of the Imperial Capital Branch of the Security Bureau.

"Who? What's wrong?" Mu Yangren followed the voice to the VIP seat, which was the psychic, and his hearing was enhanced. Otherwise, no one would hear the call for help under such shocking music.

"He! He had a heart attack! It seemed that he was not jumping anymore!" An audience member next to the patient exclaimed: "Are you a doctor?"

"No, I am a teacher...but I have first aid experience." Mu Yangren said righteously: "You guys should take aside first and keep the air around them circulating. I'll have an emergency cardiopulmonary resuscitation first."

"Okay! I'll organize the evacuation of the personnel!" The audience was not an ordinary person. After sorting out their energy, they cleaned up the people around them.

Mu Yangren said that he had first aid experience and was not bragging. The things that normal students had to learn were very complicated. When he was in his junior year, he had taken basic first aid knowledge in medical school. He was afraid that one day he would have no choice but to do anything about the student when he was in class. Unexpectedly, he would use it one day!

He folded his hands and gently pressed the patient's chest, and then pressed it down without much force. Heart disease is divided into many types. The patient's symptoms are that the heart stops. If the heart stops, the body's blood supply will stop. If the heart beats again, the person will basically be cold after fifteen minutes. Mu Yangren jumped from the stands for more than 30 seconds, and the patient is still within the golden rescue time.

The power of his pressing is very small. If he presses with all his strength, the patient can call out GG and prepare for his funeral. Every time Mu Yangren presses, he will input a trace of life energy to stimulate the heart. If there is life energy into the body, the patient cannot even take it away. Mu Yangren has the confidence to save people because of life energy.

Life energy has the power to turn decay into magic. When life energy penetrates into the body, the patient's heart begins to beat slowly, and then its beating rhythm begins to follow the rhythm of Mu Yangren's pressing.

Plop...Plop...Plop...

As the myocardial blood supply function recovered, the purple on the patient's face faded away quickly, and the breathing sounds that seemed to be pulling the bellows also became stable. Mu Yangren flipped the patient's eyelids and took a breath: "It's done, it's alive!"

People around quickly surrounded him: "Director Zhang is fine?"

"Old Zhang is so lucky!"

"What's wrong with this? Let's go around the gates of hell!"

The patient smoothed his breath and opened his eyes: "What's wrong with me?"

"You have suffered a cardiac arrest and were rescued by this little teacher!" A viewer who knew him reminded.

The patient quickly grabbed Mu Yangren's hand and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, little teacher! I have no way to save my life without you. I was so excited to see this giant dragon just now that I unexpectedly had a heart attack!"

Mu Yangren calmly shook hands with him: "It's a simple task, so there's no need to worry about it. I'm also responsible. That show was created by our classmate."

"Oh?" The speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional. The leaders on the VIP seat immediately became eager.

"I don't know what this teacher is called?" asked the military chief who had been waiting for a long time but no one replied to the message.

"Don't you beg your surname Mu, who is your priest?" Mu Yangren asked in a slight whisper.

"The commander of a division of the Imperial Capital Military Department." The boss replied.

Commander! That's also a big shot in the anti-star industry! Huaxia only has about one hundred commanders, each of them is a big shot in commanding thousands of troops!

"Teacher Mu, I wonder how the program in your class creates such shocking special effects?" asked the teacher.

Mu Yangren scratched the back of his head: "Can you not say it?"

"What is the secret?" the commander asked relentlessly.

"You go to the chief assembly to make a report first, and then I can tell you." Mu Yangren replied after thinking about it. It was too offensive to refuse directly. He had a little bit of incest with the Imperial Capital Military Department - the Imperial Capital Special Forces Brigade was beaten by him from top to bottom.

The teacher was speechless. His report had been posted and he had not replied yet. This little teacher was sure that he had no authorization, right?

"I have already reported it, and I will arrive after approval." The commander and boss said authentically.

Mu Yangren looked at him suspiciously and explained: "I use a portable virtual reality projection device, a laboratory-level product."

"Where did you get it?" The master of the division commander looked at Mu Yangren with sharp eyes, as if he was a class enemy.

"Is there any problem with renting?" Mu Yangren said casually.

"There is a problem! The problem is still very big! The pixels of the visual fraud system in the military headquarters are not as high as those in your hands! Moreover, our instruments are large in size and energy consumption, which is incomparable to your things. Say! Are you a spy from overseas forces?" the division commander asked.

Mu Yangren was speechless. He had encountered a bastard! By the way, the commander should also know about the Luoshen Group, right? He is new to him?

It just so happened that the program of Huaqiang Class ended, and Zhao Baifang took back the projection. Mu Yangren's eyes turned and used the "Speech Words" skill to contact Zhao Baifang. The two were less than a hundred meters apart, and they could contact people with their mental power to transmit voice.

"Old Zhao, is your level higher than your teacher?" Mu Yangren asked.

Zhao Baifang was stunned by Mu Yangren's voice transmission: "I'll do it. The retirement of the division commander is equivalent to the chief leader of the prefecture-level city, and should be at the department level. Our Security Bureau is a ministerial unit, and the director of a municipality like the imperial capital is also equivalent to the municipal leader of the prefecture-level city, and is also at the department level. I see that the official is half a level, so I can calculate it according to the deputy minister level. Who do you want to settle? We are still watching the show, are you causing trouble again?"

Mu Yangren said anxiously: "Who knows that I saved someone and saved myself into an enemy specialist from abroad! I have a division commander, so you are responsible for the settlement."

"You really know how to make trouble for me. What our units like are the most annoying is dealing with the military headquarters... Well, who asked me to have dinner under your hands now?" Zhao Baibei said depressedly: "Send me a position. I am not as reckless as you, and I have to let my subordinates clean up the mess for you---nothing is nothing to do when I jump down five meters high, I have to make up excuses to block Youyou's mouth."

Mu Yangren smiled silly, whoever speaks at this time will be embarrassed!
Chapter completed!