Chapter 48: The Eve of the Monthly Exam

Two days passed in a flash.

On Thursday night, because the exam was approaching, students in some classes in the third grade did not enter the classroom for self-study, but were still playing in the classroom and corridors.

It's a pre-exam relaxation.

There are also some classes that are stared at by the class teacher and study by themselves as usual, such as Su Zhiwen's class.

Zheng Yingying was sitting at the desk at this time, writing the lesson plans with her head down, occasionally looking up at the students.

But the sound outside is too noisy, few students can study quietly.

Before half of the first self-study class, there were singing in some classes, as well as carnival-like shouts and thunderous applause from time to time.

It seems that some class is organizing activities.

How can the students who stay in the classroom and study by themselves bear it?

Not to mention students, even Zheng Yingying couldn't calm down.

Reluctantly said: "Forget it, the monthly exam tomorrow won't make you too nervous, other classes have activities, so let's do something in our class.

Relax properly, and adjust your mentality by the way. "

"Great!"

"Long live Teacher Zheng!"

Hearing Zheng Yingying's words, the students immediately cheered loudly.

"Keep your voice down a little bit. Although you have to do activities, you can't be disorganized and disciplined."

Zheng Yingying patted the desk to calm down the students, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"I can do magic!"

"I can hip-hop!"

"..."

Some students with unique skills rushed to recommend themselves and wanted to perform on stage.

"Stop! Since you are all so talented, come up and perform one by one." Zheng Yingying called to stop in time, and let the students continue talking, and get out of class will be over.

Next, the talented students came to the podium one by one and gave a performance.

Some students have real talents and practical learning. At the end of the performance, they won praise and applause from the students.

There are also some students who just went up to the stage to play tricks, and they were ridiculed by the crowd as soon as they went up, and they were coaxed down.

After all, there were only a small number of students who wanted to perform, and it didn't take long for all the performances to end, and it was still too early for the evening self-study to end.

Then someone suggested: "Let's sing, Mr. Zheng, start and we will continue."

"Singing is also fine," Zheng Yingying nodded, "Let me turn on the multimedia, and you can sing along with the accompaniment."

Zheng Yingying agreed with the students' suggestion, but she didn't want to think about it, because she thought her singing was too ugly, and she didn't want to lose face in front of the students, which would damage her image in front of the students.

"Mr. Zheng, let Su Zhiwen sing, he sings very well." Hearing that Zheng Yingying agreed to let the students sing, Xu Yueyan immediately suggested.

What's the meaning of class chorus, listening to Su Zhiwen singing is called enjoyment!

"Yes, let Su Zhiwen sing!"

"Let Su Zhiwen sing!" Hearing Xu Yueyan's words, the classmates who had been to Xu Yueyan's birthday party before also echoed, even Xiao Chuchu also shouted.

When someone in the class yells together, other people will follow along with the rhythm, and the result is that the whole class is yelling.

Of course, Lin Qi was the exception, he was so sore right now.

"Su Zhiwen!"

"Su Zhiwen!"

"..."

Zheng Yingying didn't know how good Su Zhiwen sang, but although she was surprised to hear the students' voices so loud, she would not displease them.

"Then let Su Zhiwen sing."

Immediately, the students started applauding and looked at Su Zhiwen expectantly.

"Singing is fine, but can I bring my own equipment?" Su Zhiwen reached into the desk and took out a microphone from it.

"Ha ha......"

The students couldn't help laughing,

They really didn't expect that Su Zhiwen actually carried a microphone with him.

"No problem." Zheng Yingying also smiled and agreed.

Su Zhiwen's microphone was actually taken out of the system backpack. This prop is a powerful tool for installing X. Without it, Su Zhiwen felt that his compulsion was lost by half.

Walking up to the podium, Su Zhiwen brought the microphone to his mouth.

After two seconds of silence, he opened his mouth and said:

"If we want to realize our dreams, we need to experience wind and rain, as well as confusion and disappointment. On the way to pursue our dreams, we need to go forward bravely and not be afraid of difficulties and obstacles. As long as we persist, we will eventually break through the clouds and rain and see the rainbow."

"A song "Dream Chaser Boy" is given to you and to myself. No matter how long it has passed and how many setbacks we have experienced, we are still the boy chasing dreams."

"Oh oh oh!"

When Su Zhiwen's voice sounded, all the high school seniors present were excited. Seventeen or eighteen years old, at the age of youth and passion, who doesn't have a dream in their hearts?

With the exciting rhythm, Su Zhiwen's singing resounded in the classroom:

"Watch shooting stars streak the night sky

make a wish in my heart

the wind sings my praises

clouds float for me

A boy with a dream rushes forward

you make my dreams different

 …

I'm a boy who never gives up

Faith to burn this test

Not afraid of the rain hitting my face head-on

Brave people are not afraid of challenges

..."

The voice is high, stirring the hearts and souls of all people, urging people to go up, and cheering for the students who are on the road of chasing their dreams.

In the classroom, the students and Zheng Yingying were shocked, and a group of students from other classes were attracted outside the classroom.

"I am a boy who never gives up chasing his life

Unlimited passion spreads with time

Don't be afraid of the long road, I will stride forward

Believe that dreams will come true tomorrow

Believe that tomorrow's dream can come true"

When the last line of the lyrics fell, there was a tsunami of applause and shouts.

"One more song!"

"One more song!"

Before the students in this class could speak, there was already a lot of voices outside the classroom. They were all attracted by Su Zhiwen's singing.

Someone took the lead, and of course others followed suit.

Zheng Yingying couldn't help but hold her forehead, she couldn't control the situation now.

"Cough cough" Su Zhiwen took the microphone and coughed, and said, "Then I'll sing "Like You" again."

"Oh oh oh!"

"Oh oh oh!!"

"Awwhhh!!!"

Hearing that Su Zhiwen was going to sing another song, the students were excited and let out a strange cry.

Because it's a love song, these boys and girls are all at the age of first love, who doesn't have a crush in their hearts?

This song is so easy to imagine.

Su Zhiwen did not hesitate, and began to sing along with the accompaniment:

"Drizzle and wind drenched the evening streets

Wipe away the rain and look up for no reason

Looking at the lonely night light

It's that sad memory

Once again, countless thoughts in my heart

The past moments of laughter are still on the face

I wish you would know now

is my heartfelt voice

I like your charming eyes

Laughter is more charming

I wish I could caress you again

that cute face

holding hands and talking in sleep

like yesterday you were with me

..."

When Su Zhiwen was singing, he always looked at Zheng Yingying intentionally or unintentionally.

That handsome face, coupled with the affectionate singing, is too alluring for Zheng Yingying!

She actually became nervous, a little overwhelmed.

Every time she met Su Zhiwen's gaze, she looked away first.

Zheng Yingying couldn't help but secretly annoyed, 'Zheng Yingying, what are you thinking, he's just your student. '

[Ding, the hostess Zheng Yingying's affection for the host increases by 10, the current intimacy is 30, and the villain is rewarded with 200 points]

Hearing the system prompt, Su Zhiwen secretly rejoiced, this beautiful homeroom teacher is so easy to flirt with!

(I'm so happy, I can't help but want to chant a poem:

I have come through time,

Day and night panic.

Water has a thousand words,

The number of characters is still low. )