In the eyes of normal people, a doctor of history should wear reading glasses, be skinny, and look dull and dull. However, the doctor of history in front of me is not only young, but he is also good at sports and art. Even the teachers at the school have never
I have never seen a different kind of person, let alone these students.
There are several teachers in the No. 1 Middle School who have obtained professor qualifications, but these professor qualifications are not that good. Not to mention playing the piano, even playing basketball with the students will probably break their muscles and bones.
"As expected of someone from the Ecole Normale Supérieure in Paris!" said a music teacher.
Paris is one of the centers of Western culture and is known as the city of romance. The Ecole Normale Supérieure of Paris, which stands here, is one of the best normal colleges in the world. Even in the eyes of Europeans, it is the best.
None of the normal colleges in the country said this.
The students who came out of there have become representatives of the European education community, and for music teachers, Paris is a city worth yearning for. Although it is not the capital of music, it is the capital of Western art, so Canglong shows
Such an unexpected skill makes sense.
At this time, the students were all looking at Canglong dumbly, not knowing how to continue. If you lose, you lose. Even after making excuses, you will lose completely. Some other students admire Canglong, but Zuo Yu and the others
The nine students headed by him were not convinced.
Wang Jiao was also surprised. She never expected that Cang Long was so talented. For a moment, the teacher she met at the airport no longer seemed so ordinary. There seemed to be a layer of mystery covering him.
"It's getting late, the competition is over here!" Canglong suddenly said, "Everyone go back to the classroom. As for the rest of the competition, I will accompany you at any time, but not now!"
Canglong's words immediately relaxed the silent atmosphere, and also gave the students present a step forward. They had lost the first and second games, so they all felt worried in their hearts. They were worried that they would lose the third game as well.
It would be best to leave some time before the third game.
In silence, the students all turned out to be music teachers. The last person to leave in class nine was Wei Dongkui. He covered the piano again, nodded to Canglong and left. In the end, there were only two music teachers left among the entire music teacher.
"Hello, my surname is Wang, we will be colleagues from now on!" The male teacher beside him is not tall, but he has an artistic atmosphere.
"My name is Canglong!" Canglong replied politely, "Please take care of me, Teacher Wang, in the future. I'll go back to the classroom first and chat when I have time!"
After leaving the music classroom, Canglong went straight towards Class 9. The comments he heard along the way told him that he was already a celebrity in the school at this time, and even in the hearts of these people who had not experienced the world, they were full of admiration for him.
, even some girls unabashedly developed feelings for him, but he didn't care because it was only temporary.
As soon as the competition was over, another music teacher ran towards the dean's office. When he opened the door panting, he only saw Director Yan looking at him seriously and said angrily: "What are you doing, so flustered?"
Zhang, is that teacher Cang defeated?"
"No...no..." the music teacher gasped and finally managed to straighten out his words and said, "Wei Dongkui lost!"
"What did you say?" Director Yan, who was writing the material, trembled with his hand, and immediately drew a line through the material he was about to write. He didn't care whether the material was painted or not, and just stood up.
Slightly surprised, he said, "Are you saying it again?"
"Wei Dongkui lost!" the music teacher repeated again, "and he also lost completely. You don't know how powerful this guy is..."
With that said, the music teacher repeated the situation just now, especially when it came to Cang Long playing for more than ten minutes and lighting a cigarette on the strings, which made Director Yan's expression even more gloomy. And this music teacher
He didn't notice the change in Director Yan's expression at all.
The more he listened, the worse Director Yan's mood became. Finally, when he saw the music teacher talking endlessly, he suddenly said angrily: "Have you said enough?"
Only then did the music teacher react. He was patronizing and said that Cang Long was great, but he forgot that Director Yan was very unfavorable to this teacher Cang. However, as a music teacher, Cang Long's accomplishments on the piano made him admire him very much.
, although all the teachers in the school are not interested in Canglong, after what happened today, he and another music teacher both have a stronger impression of Canglong. In music, there is no such thing as "commuters are enemies", quite the opposite.
Yes, in music, there is only one thing to say: "Where can I find a good friend?"
He found an excuse and left in despair, while Director Yan just sat back in his chair subconsciously, looked through the documents subconsciously, and muttered: "Didn't the documents say he has a PhD in history? How come he doesn't even have a piano?"
Play so well?"
It took a while for Director Yan to come back to his senses. When he saw the heavy marks on the materials, he angrily twisted the materials into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
When he thought about the background of the students in Class 9, Grade 3 and the thorns all over their bodies, Director Yan felt better: "I still don't believe that a fake foreign devil like you can control them!"
After saying that, he continued to write materials, but at this time, Class 9 of Grade 3 was in silence. Among the thirty-two students, no one spoke, except for a few who were sending text messages on their mobile phones.
You could hear the sound of a pin dropping, and they were all thinking back to the episode.
Although most of the students in Class 9 are strangers to each other, and some of them are meeting each other for the first time, the thorns in their bodies have brought them together, so most of them are thinking about what to do next and how to defeat this
"Teacher Cang" who is hateful but makes them laugh and cry.
But not everyone wants to punish Canglong and let him leave the school. On the contrary, some students have developed a sense of admiration. When Canglong entered the classroom, they all looked at Canglong with admiring eyes.
"The next time is for everyone to study by themselves. Some of you are the first to come to No. 1 Middle School, and some of you have been to No. 1 Middle School before. Let's get to know each other. After the bell rings, do whatever you have to do. What's next?
You will spend the whole year here, so it is best to get familiar with the conditions of No. 1 Middle School!" Canglong glanced at the students present, "Do you have any questions?"
There was a moment of silence, and just as Canglong was about to leave, the timid student suddenly raised his hand and asked: "Please... may I ask, teacher, besides history, do you also take other majors in your doctoral major? For example, music?"
language?"
As soon as the voice appeared, everyone in the class looked at him. Whether they were those who wanted to slay Canglong or those who worshiped Canglong now, they all wanted to know the answer to this question. As the saying goes, if you know yourself and the enemy, you will never be in danger.
The gang thought that if they knew what Canglong had learned, it would be beneficial to the next competition.
Canglong waved his hand, motioning for him to put down his hand, paused and said: "I only majored in history. The Ecole Normale Supérieure is a college that trains teachers, but not all the teachers who come out are omnipotent, so if you want
I know everything, so I guess you will be disappointed!"
"Oh!" The students were immediately overjoyed.
"Teacher Cang, your piano playing is so good, I think it must be from some famous teacher." At this moment, Wei Dongkui suddenly asked, with expectation in his eyes.
"Famous teacher?" Canglong shook his head, "I told you, I majored in history. As for the piano, I just taught myself in my spare time. It didn't come from any famous teacher."
"Impossible, your technique is so skillful and ingenious, it must have come from a famous teacher, and it is also an extremely famous one in the world!" Wei Dongkui's expression changed, thinking that Cang Long was hiding something. It was really hard for him to accept that a person who can play the piano
Such a superb person is actually self-taught.
But Canglong still shook his head. He knew very well what Wei Dongkui was thinking at this time. If Canglong's piano was taught by that famous teacher, then Wei Dongkui would definitely feel that it was not unfair to lose. But if he taught himself, it would be completely different.
After all, Wei Dongkui comes from a musical family, so how could he be defeated by someone who didn't even have a teacher?
But Canglong didn't lie. He did learn the piano by himself, and he didn't intend to hide it, because he wanted Wei Dongkui to know that there are people outside the world and there is a world outside the world.
"I agreed to compete with you, not to show off how capable I am, but to tell you that no matter how capable you think you are, there are always people in this world who are more capable than you. There are many things you don't know, just because you have to learn.
You don’t know these things, so you are sitting here and becoming my students. If you are not convinced, feel free to come to me. As long as it is not excessive, I will accompany you at any time!" Canglong said calmly, and then left the classroom.
Class 9 fell into silence completely, and soon became noisy. Most of them felt that Canglong was too arrogant and vowed to get rid of him. There were many people swearing at him, but no one dared to say that he was competing with Canglong.
, because they have already lost two games.
"He is issuing a challenge to us!" Zuo Yu stood up and raised his eyebrows, "Man from Class 9, can we accept it?"
"No!" A group of people agreed.
"Okay, if you can't accept it, then it's up to my sister. Let's find a chance to compete with him tomorrow. Can you give me some strength?" Zuo Yu's beautiful face showed a bit of wild and evil smile.
So there was a lot of agreement in the classroom, everyone was discussing how to find a "justifiable" opportunity next, and beat up Canglong. Some people even came up with several dirty ideas, which made Wang on the side
When Jiao heard this, she immediately broke into a cold sweat and wondered to Cang Long, "Can this guy hold on?"