It's half past one.

A quick ringtone rang.

The children who were talking in the classroom immediately fell silent.

Qi Yuncheng also walked in front of them again.

Then today's lecture began.

It is indeed because they are all children and most of the time they need to be coaxed.

But again, I didn’t let them start singing directly from the beginning.

So I first taught the board and the rhythm thoroughly. During this step-by-step teaching process, the good and the bad will naturally come out.

There are even cases where the board falls off while holding it. This happens because the hands are too small and the technique cannot be mastered.

Even if the board is already used by their children.

However, during this process, the girl in the last row learned with gusto, and indeed mastered it faster than others.

In almost no time, she was able to hit a node.

This had to make Qi Yuncheng pay more attention.

Perhaps it is this note that at the end of the first class,

She took the initiative to find Qi Yuncheng in the corridor outside and said, "Teacher, when will you teach us how to play the drums?"

When he stood in the corridor and saw the children playing cross talk next door, Qi Yuncheng turned around and saw that familiar but still young face.

"You know it?"

"Yeah! I'm almost ready to hit the board."

"Yes, I also discovered it. I mastered it very quickly. It only took more than a day. But don't rush for success. Jingyun Dagu is not as simple as you think.

You're just a jerk.

And even if it’s a big drum, I won’t let you get started in these three days.

Let’s practice the mute drum first before we talk.”

"What is a dumb drum?" The little girl didn't understand for a moment.

As for the dumb drum, it is the basic skill of playing drums. Only when the basic skills are solid can you be able to play really well.

It's impossible for them to beat the drum randomly.

You also need to practice with a metronome.

But Qi Yun became happy and spoke a word.

"You don't even know the term and you want to skip the process. Learn it slowly!"

Zhou Gulan was silent and stood aside silently. For a while, the corridor on their side of the drum was quiet, which was completely different from the group of children going crazy on the cross talk side.

Of course, some of the children came over to take a look, after all, they were all girls.

But Qi Yuncheng, a teacher, was here, so they still didn't dare to come over.

However, after a moment of silence, Zhou Gulan clasped her hands and said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I said something I shouldn't have said yesterday."

"Yesterday? It's nothing. I didn't care. It's normal to stay or leave."

"Teacher, can I study with you in the future?"

"Of course, isn't this already learning?" Qi Yuncheng felt baffled by this question.

"No, I just want to study with you in the future."

"Learning the bass drum?"

"Um!"

Shaking his head, Qi Yuncheng understood what she meant, and felt that this child was a bit out of his mind. He said, "I am just a teacher in a training class.

This period of time may teach you that if you want to study drum seriously in the future, you need to find a good teacher.

Besides, you are still young. If you are really interested in folk art in the future, you can learn a major in this area."

"But you are not just a teacher in the training class."

Zhou Gulan changed her prickly expression from yesterday and became a little more eager, as if the teacher in front of her had become someone she admired.

Then he took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

But she is not skilled in using it, and it seems that her parents gave it to her temporarily.

But I still found some video news and so on.

There is even a video of Lao She teahouse singing drums.

"Teacher, do you work at Deyun? I went back to look for it all night yesterday and watched a lot of your videos.

I, I..."

For a moment, the little girl was speechless and didn't seem to know what to say, but she quickly spoke again.

"I also saw that you had a performance at the Deyun Theater recently. Grandpa said that your name was written on it, so you can go and see it if you buy a ticket. You are not just a teacher, right?"

As if some secret had been revealed, Qi Yuncheng stood in front of this little girl with a confused expression.

When he came to be a teacher, he thought that none of them knew him, but who would have thought that this one meant no mercy.

However, I still have to explain one more thing.

"Then you should also know that I am a cross talk actor, and I have only learned Jingyun Dagu, not a teacher, and this is not my main job.

I may be able to teach you the basics, but the rest is still far behind.

If you really want to learn.

Then the best path for you in the future is to go to junior high school, high school, or choose a major in college that you like.

If it is folk art, then study or learn it carefully.

I was lucky enough to meet a suitable teacher, and then I became a disciple.

After you become a disciple, all your teachers will make arrangements for you.

And all this is not what I, a training class teacher, can give you."

"..."

The little girl of about thirteen years old in front of me is mute.

And Qi Yuncheng instantly regretted what was wrong with him and why he was telling this to a child. She couldn't possibly understand.

She is still in her childhood.

It will be several years before I go to college, let alone enter the society.

However, he still subconsciously imagined that in the future, if this girl really loves folk art and is discovered by the master's wife or participates in the live recruitment of future generations of master's wives, then good guy, this generation will be equal.

But it's almost the same.

She is thirteen, he is twenty-two, almost twenty-three, the same zodiac sign.

She can be considered a little sister.

But after a while Zhou Gulan asked again in a very doubtful tone.

"Isn't it just a matter of mutual consent between you and me to recognize you as a teacher? Why can't I recognize you as my teacher? I like your singing very much. When you demonstrated it yesterday, I thought it sounded great.

Is it called Jiange Wenling?"

"No! You..."

Why did Qi Yuncheng feel that he was still attached to this little girl? Didn't he have an expression of "Don't let strangers in" yesterday? But after thinking of something, he spoke again.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. I would like to ask, why did you identify me when you chose the teacher yesterday?

You don't look happy when I leave."

"I really like your voice, teacher, and grandpa said I want to reverse my position, so please help me.

And if you don't teach me this, other teachers may not be able to help me improve my voice or sing as well as you.

Not to mention that the training fee here is a little higher than other places, which makes me a little unhappy.

But grandpa identified a famous actor, and I was very angry."

In an instant, Qi Yuncheng's perception of the little girl in front of him changed. Unexpectedly, he thought a lot at such a young age, and the training fee was not that high.

They are all priced at normal prices, only one or two hundred more.

But it is too high for children.

"Don't worry, you still have a little time to sell your position. This summer vacation can pass. I will tell you what to pay attention to.

Enter the classroom.

Stop talking."
To be continued...