Han Zihe walked to the stage, and in full view of everyone, he opened the gold button on his milky-white handbag and took out a crystal-clear emerald jade flute, about ten centimeters long, with a nearly four-foot-tall length hanging from the end of the flute.

Ten centimeters long pure red tassel.

Students: Sweat!(─.─|||

Ignoring the strange look in his eyes, Han Zihe clasped his hands on the jade flute. In just a moment, the jade flute grew five times its original length at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was watching: (—__—)...So, is the teacher here to do tricks?

"Today is the opening dance of our class. The teacher has nothing special to give to everyone. Today I will play a jade flute version of "Spring River Flowers and Moonlit Night" to cheer everyone up. Thank you."

After Han Zihe finished speaking, he placed the jade flute across his red lips. Then, a simple, mysterious, elegant and melodious flute melody filled the entire venue. In a short time, it attracted the attention of all the students in the venue.

Her flute skills were extraordinary, and as she played with half-closed eyes, most of the students present slowly squinted their eyes, gradually falling into a profound artistic conception with the undulating melody.

Until the end of the song, everyone still felt the lingering sound lingering around their ears without stopping for a long time.

By the time everyone came back to their senses and looked at each other soberly, Teacher Han Zihe had already returned to the sofa area, smiling and sipping the freshly brewed coffee.

Nine members of the class committee came out from behind the scenes, each with a different look on their face.

Just now, they were also lost in thought about that famous song.

Among them, Yang Ze was the most direct. Tong Youwei, who was half hugging his son, ignored the black line on his face and looked like he was going to be furious. He just sniffed his nose with snot and tears, and said: "嘤嘤嘤嘤

, the teacher plays the flute so well! It’s really touching! I, I want to learn to play the flute too!”

When the others saw this, they all took a few steps away with disgust on their faces: Hey, who is this embarrassing thing? We don’t know each other!

Only Tong Youwei was unable to move, with an expression on his face as if he wanted to throw Yang Ze like a shot put, which made everyone who saw him sympathize.

"Ignore those two living treasures!" Wu Wu ran to Ye Xingyun, blocking her view of Yang Ze and the two of them. He laughed and said, "Isn't our stage a specially customized mechanism? Why did she walk across the entire stage?

A lap, and standing on a round board for so long, everything is okay?!"

Dong Zhi couldn't stand his petty attitude and hummed, "How about... you go up and take a look?"

Uh... Wu Wu was frightened. He wanted to say no. But he was afraid of losing points in front of Ye Xingyun, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward, picking up a few more along the way: "Forget it about you two little girls. How many of us are there?

Just go as a grown man!"

Hey, as soon as he said these words, the other three except Zhang Yijing were forced to follow him due to language kidnapping.

"Hey, Yang Ze, can't you go up? If you don't go up, let Lao Tong go! He will come with us!"

"Go away! I haven't finished touching you yet. Old Tong has to stay here with me and listen to me! If you want to fuck me, hurry up and fuck me. There's so much nonsense!" Yang Ze found a bag from Tong Youwei's body.

He was holding a tissue, blowing his nose, and humming and cursing.

"Damn, I'm impressed by you! You are so shameless and invincible!" Wu Wu cursed casually with envy and anger, "You are really sick!"

Yang Ze continued to be moved, but when he glanced at the four figures on the stage, the corners of his lips curled up, and he still sniffed and sneered: "You are the only one who is sick, it's just a brain disease!"

In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhang Yijing sitting on the sofa with the air of a nobleman, holding his chin up and staring at the stage leisurely, as if everyone's arrangements had nothing to do with him... Yang Ze was quite unconvinced and raised his head to look at Tong Youwei.

: "Old Tong, why doesn't he do anything and everyone doesn't pick on him? He doesn't do it because of his own will. If I don't do it, it's because they don't let me do it. I'm obviously better than him, but then

Why do you guys always come to me for help?"

Tong Youwei originally lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Ze with disgust. When he heard what he said, his bright eyes immediately narrowed into a straight line and he looked up at the center of the stage, ignoring the people around him.

The person who has no self-awareness: Well, if you still can’t understand that “this world is a face-grabbing world”, then that’s a big deal!

…

By the way, Wu Wu, Wang Chen, Luo Zhitong, and Ni Heren stepped onto the stage in a very grand manner. The four of them whispered: "Hey, is everything okay? It seems that Plan C has failed."

(Voiceover: Plan C, codenamed Little C, target: team leader Han Zihe!

Implementation plan: When Teacher Han Zihe steps on the stage, the stage plate will vibrate due to human movement, causing the internal mechanism to open;

The gears inside the mechanism will also gradually rotate due to vibration.

Move it bit by bit until she stands in the center of the performance circle!

At that time, according to the precise calculations of Dong Zhi and others, the wooden board under Han Zihe's feet would quickly start rotating!

Whoa! The moment the rotation mode is turned on, the rope connecting the stage ceiling and the mechanism will also loosen.

This will directly cause the entire bag of flour directly above the rotating floor to be spilled!

Ho ho ho, the plan is perfect!

only……)

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Wow!" "Help...ah!"

Four voices intersect at the same time. Mixed together, it is still very influential.

Dong Zhi looked at the rotating stage in front of her in amazement, as well as the four tall boys on the stage who were covered in flour and couldn't stand up in the flour pile. They could only lie on their stomachs to keep their balance. She was always dexterous and witty.

My brain is also a little unable to react...

"Damn, is this a stage where people are treated differently? Are they treated differently based on their appearance?" Yang Ze sniffed, looked at Zhang Yijing with an accusing look on his face, and said to Tong Youwei: "Just say it's his turn.

What!"

"Idiot, it's no use to anyone!" Zhang Yijing stood up with a smile, straightened her suit, turned and walked towards the door of the box.

"Zhang Yijing, where are you going?!" Ye Xingyun saw it and hurriedly caught up two steps and shouted.

"Didn't you say that you are willing to admit defeat? I will go back and rest first to conserve my strength so as not to cry tomorrow!" Zhang Yijing kept raising his hands as a farewell, and left without looking back.

(Voiceover: Hey, didn’t you say there is still plan D?

Plan d, codenamed Xiaod, is implemented by all the students in Class C of Business Management.

Implementation plan: Using "dominos" as a reference, use the method of stacking Arhats to overwhelm the teacher!

Unfortunately, it is no longer useful.)

At the venue, the noise and excitement originally caused by the farce on the stage were suppressed by the sudden scene in front of them.

Dong Zhi counted people, only to see a khaki figure flash before his eyes, like a dragonfly on water, jumping onto the stage, carrying one in each hand, and carried Wang Chen and others back to the stage in two times.

When everyone rubbed their eyes to take a closer look, the khaki figure had already walked out of the door and floated away.

Only four embarrassed students were left on the ground, moaning and screaming.

"Look!" Someone suddenly shouted, and everyone looked around and saw a line of large characters on the stage floor, inlaid with fruits:

"I'm willing to admit defeat and remember to go to class tomorrow!"

(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)

"What should I do?" A student looked at the remaining class committee members and asked.

However, what he got was a person who was full of unwillingness but had to admit it, and replied bitterly: "Use chopsticks!... Just go to class with me tomorrow!"

Well, at this point, all the farce of resistance planned by the students of Business Management Class C has come to an end.

The hard days for all the students in Business Management Class C have just arrived.

(Teacher Han Zihe: Classmates, please work hard to welcome the military training! Oh! o(n_n)o) (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!