This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

Xiao Hou's performance led to the chorus of the whole class.

Xu Jie watched all this happen happily, contentedly.

He has been working hard to improve the cohesion of the class and the relationship between the students.

Every student is an individual.

They all have their own personalities and preferences.

But at the same time, they are all part of Class 9, Grade 2.

Xu Jie hopes that they can have a good sense of collective honor.

This is what he, the head teacher, needs to do.

After Xiao Hou sang a song, there was thunderous applause on the bus.

"Damn it, little monkey, why didn't I realize that you sing so well before?"

"It's also the first time I've heard Xiao Hou sing!"

"listen well!"

"I feel like I can compete with the God of Songs, huh?"

"Both sound good, they are two completely different styles!"

"Korean song god's voice is more suitable for classical and softer songs."

"Xiao Hou's voice is suitable for a song with a sense of touch and a bit of rock!"

"That's right, that's right, I think Xiao Hou's singing of rock and roll must be a big hit!"

...

It was indeed the first time for Xiao Hou to show his musical talent in front of his classmates.

In the past, there was a high probability that he would follow behind his classmates, booing and letting others sing together.

But since he had a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Xu, he has already opened his heart a little bit.

This time, he was the first to actively take the microphone in Mr. Xu's hand.

It has to be said that this is also a very big breakthrough for Xiao Hou!

After singing, he returned the microphone to Mr. Xu.

With so many classmates, Xiao Hou is not a microphone master, and he has no habit of occupying the microphone.

"Come on, who else?"

Xu Jie smiled and shook the microphone in his hand, his eyes swept over the students one by one.

Everyone knows how to sing.

But not everyone is willing to express themselves in front of so many people.

Seeing that no one took the initiative to take the microphone, Xu Jie started to roll the roll by himself.

"If you don't answer, I'll just order it!"

"Come on, Qin Huai, sing a song!"

The band that Xu Jie wants to form is composed of Han Xiaochen, Xiao Hou, and Qin Huai.

The three of them have different styles.

Qin Huai's voice was more ethereal.

Talking, singing, will be very nice.

If there is a comparison, Xu Jie thinks that it is probably similar to Li Jian and Faye Wong.

Qin Huai is the nephew of the grade director Qin Shixiong, no matter where he goes, he is not stage fright at all.

Teacher Xu called his name, and he took the microphone with a smile.

"Then I'll sing Joker Xue's "Ugly" for everyone!"

As soon as Qin Huai finished speaking, the students around burst into laughter.

"Fuck! Lao Qin, this is not your style!"

"We go out to karaoke, don't you just sing love songs?"

"Ugly? Who are you scolding?"

"I think you did it on purpose!"

"Hahaha, Qin Huai actually chose to sing this song!"

"Yingying, have you hurt Qin Huai's heart again?"

...

Qin Huai went his own way and started his own performance.

"Ugly...can you keep the lights off,

The love I want... haunts the dark stage.

Ugly... In this ambiguous age,

My existence... like an accident! "

With his beautiful voice, singing such a song has some unexpected effects.

Instead, they sang a unique song "Ugly"!

"Yingying, I think Qin Huai's song is intentionally sung for you."

Beside Shen Manying, Yuan Shanshan covered her mouth and snickered.

Shen Manying was sweating profusely and rolled her eyes.

Qin Huai has been chasing her for not a day or two.

The sisters in the dormitory all know this.

However, her current mind is not on the aspect of children's love, so she has never agreed to Qin Huai.

It would be against my will to say that I have no affection for Qin Huai.

But she is a girl with big dreams, and she doesn't want to waste time on dating at this moment.

After Qin Huai finished singing, Xu Jie shook the microphone in his hand again.

"Are there any students who want to sing?"

"Everyone, don't be shy, we are all classmates, how good it is to sing to relieve boredom!"

"Teacher Xu is right, let me sing a song!"

"You dare to go? Then I will come too!"

"Come, come, line up one by one!"

...

After Xu Jie's constant instigation, more and more students started their performances.

It doesn't matter if it sounds good or not, the atmosphere is the most important thing!

Along the way, it was full of laughter and laughter.

At the end, Han Xiaochen made his finale appearance.

"Wow! God of Songs, you finally took over the microphone!"

"My big knife, I'm already hungry and thirsty!"

"What song is the God of Korean Song going to sing this time?"

"When Han Geshen made a move, it would be extraordinary!"

...

Han Xiaochen can write songs, compose, play and sing.

He can not only sing Wu Qingfeng's "The Wind Rises", but also Jay Chou's "Nocturne", and Liu Huan's "Hero Song" in a campus singing competition!

He has a variety of styles, and all kinds of pop music are at his fingertips.

Therefore, he is quite famous in Zhenzhong's campus.

"Today, I will bring you my original song, which is also a song I wrote for Class 9, Grade 2."

"The name is - Hello, Class 9!"

As Han Xiaochen said, he took a guitar from Shi Mingyu.

This guitar was a gift from Teacher Xu when he came back from Shanghai.

As soon as he finished speaking, goosebumps stood up on many students' bodies!

"Fuck, shit, shit!"

"Korean Song God wrote a song for our class?!"

"look forward to!"

"It's absolutely perfect!"

"Fuck, does our class have our own song?!"

"With the level of the Korean song god, it will definitely be as good as the last song "Ink Dyeing the Red Dust"!"

"What are you talking about! Our class song must be better than last time!"

"Yes, yes, it must be better!"

...

Xu Jie, who was sitting in the first row, was also stunned.

He also didn't expect that this kid secretly wrote a song for the class!

In his heart, there was also great anticipation.

In anticipation, Han Xiaochen hugged the guitar.

Zheng...

The guitar played.

The entire bus suddenly became silent.

Han Xiaochen's voice came leisurely.

"On the first day of school, I walked into Class 9.

Alone, taste the bitterness.

The troubles of studying, the complaints of parents.

How to choose the road ahead.

..."

Han Xiaochen sang softly, as if telling the story of everyone in Class 9.

Everyone has pride.

Being assigned to the class of poor students, no matter how cheerful and big-hearted people are, there must be sadness buried deep in their hearts.

The formation of poor students has never been the unilateral cause of a certain person.

Students, parents, and schools must be responsible for these three parties!

The beginning of Han Xiaochen's song seems to be telling his own mental journey.

Perhaps, this is not just his mental journey, but the mental journey of all Class 9 students!

"That person's figure is like a mountain.

Gentle words are like flowing water.

Since then, I am no longer confused.

The extinguished ideal is rekindled heartily.

Hello, Class 9,

My youth, accompanied by you, is no longer alone.

Hello, Class 9,

Going forward indomitably, shouting unrestrainedly, and overturning adversity.

Hello, Class 9,

Youth without regret, this is our romance!

..."