Meng Chencheng's face turned red and lowered a little. After all, she was just a shy little girl.

"Class Meng Chencheng, can you introduce yourself to us?" Jiang Jingrong moved the microphone to her, "Can you tell us why you like singing? Why can you sing so well?"

Meng Chencheng said: "At first, I didn't know that I liked singing. But my family never reminded me to ask me to sing, or told me not to sing. But I sing when I wanted to sing. I sing well because our teacher Lining and my sister-in-law told me that singing is not an easy thing, but singing can be done very meaningful."

“It becomes something that makes sense to do?”

"Yes, I think what Teacher Ning means is to ask my singing to help many people."

Ning Yunxi was moved when she heard this, and was moved by her little girl. It turned out that after she said that day, the child had been thinking about what she said, thinking about what she said, and even came up with the meaning of his life.

The other three children and the mother looked at Meng Chencheng with their eyes straightened.

Outside the recording studio, a group of staff who were listening to the little girl's answers kept applauding.

Teaching children to sing is to hope that children can use singing to help others. Why didn’t they think of this? Yu Jiajia’s mother and three other mothers kept circling and questioning themselves. What was the problem? Why did they teach their children to sing and learn music? Just because their children like it? What is the meaning of children learning to sing and learn music? Undoubtedly, if it weren’t for Meng Chencheng’s words, they would never have considered this depth.

"I, I want to talk!" Gu Tianpeng stood up from his chair, his face full of passion.

Seeing that the child could not be stopped, Jiang Jingrong had to move the microphone to him and asked: "Is there anything that classmate Gu Tianpeng wants to say?"

Gu Tianpeng suddenly looked at the little girl and Teacher Ning behind the little girl, and his voice stuttered: "What I want to say is the same as her - the same as what Teacher Ning said in her mouth -"

Yu Jiajia and her mother looked at him: After a long circle, this friend planned to change jobs to the little girl camp.

Gu Tianpeng's mother covered her face with her hands, and she really didn't know what happened to her son today.

"Okay, we all know your point of view. Your idea is the same as that of Meng Chencheng." Jiang Jingrong tried hard to hold back her smile.

"Yes, we have the same viewpoint, we are friends." Gu Tianpeng said as he sat down.

Gu Tianpeng's mother almost burst into eyes when she looked at her son: When did her son become friends with the little girl?

Meng Chencheng was as shocked: When did she know this person?

Zhou Tianyao frowned and was about to break, and glared at Gu Tianpeng with a squinted eye.

Gu Tianpeng was not afraid of being stared at by him and said, "Next time I will use the tape with her."

Zhou Tianyao shook his face: You?!

The sudden surging waves between the children dazzled the adults, like falling clouds and mists. Even Teacher Ning couldn't understand them. It's not surprising that the children's own ideas are different from the world that adults understand.

After the four children introduced themselves, Jiang Jingrong showed a mysterious smile: "Now, the most exciting moment is here."
Chapter completed!