The whole class applauded and shouted loudly, especially Fat Tiger, who slapped his hands red and kept giggling.
As for Fang Jing, no one paid attention to him at this time, the winner has been decided, so there is no suspense.
Gong Yu has a good innate advantage, not only has a beautiful person, but also has a good reputation in the class. In addition, she has good singing skills, so she obviously has practiced it.
In contrast, a country boy, although he was lucky enough to participate in the Transformation Circle, he could come to their class.
But it has to be said that rural children do have a gap with urban children in terms of art.
In their hearts, Fang Jing was afraid that even Dorami Fassel Lasi could not fully understand it.
Rich children go to the best kindergarten at the age of three or four. In the first grade, they can add, subtract, multiply and divide the two-digit numbers in the first grade. They can have simple English conversations before entering junior high school.
I usually do not stop in piano, art, dance, and various cram schools during winter and summer vacations, and have achieved considerable achievements in all aspects over the past ten years.
Let’s look at the children in rural areas. There are no kindergartens. After school, they just play with mud and marbles, climb trees and dig bird nests, and go down rivers to catch fish.
Moreover, there are no idle people in the farmhouse. If you are a little older, you have to start sharing housework, harvesting in autumn and planting in spring, planting rice and thrusting grain, washing dishes and cutting chopsticks, and feeding cattle and pigs.
As time goes by, the gap between children will gradually become bigger and bigger.
...
After the sound of his palm almost stopped, Gong Yu returned to his seat and Fang Jing slowly walked onto the stage.
"You have also seen the situation just now. Gong Yu is beautiful and sweet. I lose as soon as I open my mouth, so I won't show any ugliness next. Everyone says how to punish me, I admit it!"
Fang Jing admits defeat, and it is really embarrassing to say something that everyone expects to scream like a ghost.
"Why would you tell us about your hometown? I'm very interested, so I'll be punished."
Gong Yu said with a smile, clasped her bright eyes, shook her cheek with one hand.
Fang Jing didn't know whether she was deliberately giving her a way out or she really liked to listen to rural affairs.
"Yes, yes! We also like to listen to Fang Jing telling stories." A group of girls nodded wildly.
Urban children have never been to the countryside and are very curious about where they live and the mountain village environment, such as how rice is grown, several girls asked after them.
The music teacher nodded secretly, and she agreed with Gong Yu's proposal. She didn't expect him to sing Fang Jing in, but she just focused on participating and walking.
It should be familiar with the situation in my hometown, and I guess I can speak it easily, and everyone is happy.
"I don't agree, we have to listen to Fang Jing sing!"
Wang Xiaoming's words surprised the whole class, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.
"Teacher, everyone said that the key is to participate. People didn't sing, so how can you know that it's not possible? It's true that the literary and artistic committee members sang well, but this is not an excuse to deprive Fang Jing of singing.
We are not singing competitions, it is just an entertainment, winning or losing is not important, just have fun, but we will admit defeat after participating. What is this? It would be better to replace people if we knew it before!"
Wang Xiaoming's words were full of gunpowder, and no one was a fool. This was clearly intended to make Fang Jing look ugly.
But what he said was somewhat reasonable and could not refute.
The cameraman's wolf-like eyes seemed to find the best food, and he was so green that he wanted to eat it alive. He was shocked and quickly gave the camera to the teacher.
The music teacher was unable to get rid of the tiger, and she had a gloomy face and didn't speak. She couldn't get angry in front of so many cameras. Just today, Wang Xiaoming wouldn't dare to flirt with her tiger beard.
"Haha, teacher, since the students are so strongly requesting, then... I'll better sing one!"
Fang Jing came out to smooth things over, but he didn't want the teacher to be difficult. Besides, there are still six days left, so getting along well with classmates is also a problem.
After Wang Xiaoming's choice, I'm afraid the future will not be easy, and everyone will alienate him.
Besides, I can’t sing, but in terms of singing skills, he is still above Gong Yu, at least he won’t be able to kill someone if he speaks.
The reason why she didn't sing was to give Gong Yu a face. It would be no benefit to him if she won. As the class beauty, there were more people who secretly miss her.
I swept my face and didn't know how many enemies I would create for no reason.
"Student Fang Jing, can you do it? If not, don't force it." The music teacher kindly reminded.
"It's okay, I used to sing often when I was herding cattle, and I was very familiar."
Well, can this be the same? The music teacher is full of black lines, "Okay, then you can sing!"
She had made up her mind to give high praise no matter whether Fang Jing sang well or not. If she didn't have the singing skills, she would say that he was very brave. If she didn't have the courage, she would praise him for his good mental outlook, simple, kind, and sincere. These are all advantages. I want to praise one
Is it not easy for a person?
After scratching his head, Fang Jing said embarrassedly: "Teacher, can you please change the guitar? I want to change it. I believe everyone is tired of listening to Jasmine sing so many times.
And if my classmate Gong Yu is in front of me, isn’t it embarrassing to sing again?”
"You can play guitar?"
The music teacher widened his eyes. Did the program team find the wrong person? This is a child from Shanli?
Mature and steady, neither humble nor arrogant, that's all, the key is that you are not nervous when you go on stage, behave dignifiedly, speak politely, and you can even talk about guitar.
She even doubted whether the program team had found a trainee to stay in the mountains for a few days, and then took this opportunity to make her debut by stepping on the city kids.
Fang Jing touched his head shyly and said with a embarrassed smile: "I like music very much. The junior high school music teacher also graduated from the Conservatory of Music. I often ask him for advice when I am fine, and he is willing to teach me."
"Huh!" I was scared," Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. He really thought Fang Jing could play guitar, but who knew he was a pretender.
"Teacher, I'll go to the vocal room to get it for him." Wang Xiaoming raised his hand.
Don't you like to show off? I'll let you pretend to be enough, and you will be able to play like a chainsaw.
"Okay, go and go back!"
The music teacher bit the word "Quick Reply" very hard, and the class will be finished in seven or eight minutes. As long as Wang Xiaoming doesn't come back, he will only have to wait for one week for the next music class. At that time, the deformation will be over.
"Okay!"
As soon as he left, Wang Xiaoming accelerated a hundred meters, went down the stairs and jumped in three steps, and arrived at the vocal room in more than one minute.
I found the teacher to explain the reason and borrowed the guitar very easily. I would definitely not be able to borrow it if I came here, but in this extraordinary time, who in the school doesn’t know that their class is shooting a deformation scheme?
Besides, the music teacher agreed and just borrowed it. Maybe this was a program deliberately arranged by the school leaders.
"Huh! Huh! I'm so exhausted!"
After three minutes, Wang Xiaoming ran back to the classroom with a sweat on his head, and when he arrived at the door, he was holding the wall.
The music teacher was stunned, "I'm back now?"
"Huh! Huh! Yes...didn't you say... go quickly and come back quickly?"
Afraid of wasting time, Wang Xiaoming gasped and handed the guitar to Fang Jing himself.
Fonting the guitar, Fang Jing was full of thoughts, as if she was back to the days when she was singing live.
Remember that...
"Hurry up! What are you touching around? Can you find flowers after touching again?"
Seeing Fang Jing showing off again, Wang Xiaoming roared over and immediately pulled him back to reality.