Chapter 145 (1/2)

”Everyone is quiet.” Teacher Xu waved his hand and motioned to the children nearby to stop.

”Who can play the zither?” She slightly wrung her eyebrows, as if remembering that the zither is a little difficult for these children, so she changed her way of saying, ”or other musical instruments?”

Several children looked at each other and shook their heads.

Those who play musical instruments in their spare time will spend most of their leisure time.

Teacher Xu looked at the children in the audience with a headache. After half a noise, he said, ”it's really not possible. It's time to cancel this program.”

You can't really let Shen Yao go up.

To let the other party pass by in this situation is to seek death.

Parents don't care for their children, but they still love when they are teachers.

Shen Yao didn't speak. Her eyelashes were half down. She looked at the little guy who was drowsy and her head almost fell on the ground. The little girl leaned over and let yesang's head rest on her shoulder.

As a result, ye Sang was so touched that he shook his head in a daze, but he woke up a lot.

Little guy born Jade Snow lovely, silly hair stubborn up, small expression with a little bit just wake up when the stay soft.

It's just a pool of water.

Shen Yao's eyebrows are half bent. She thinks that this idiot is cute sometimes.

When she asked the teacher again, ”is there no one in our class who is too sleepy

”Even if you don't know guzheng, what else?”

“……” In response to her is still the class children rustle the yawn.

Mr. Xu: It's definitely the worst kindergarten she's ever had.

When ye sang heard the word ”guzheng”, he was excited by his conditioned response. His hair stood up, and his small expression was completely confused.

What about a grandfather who used to be the best in the world?

The little ones have been dominated by grandfathers to the point where they are conditioned to blow their hair when they hear what they are good at.

The past can't bear to look back, ye sang shook his small head, sipped his small mouth without saying a word.

Liu teacher pupil Ren slightly turn, suddenly glance at the sleepy Ye sang, the voice slightly put light, she smiles and calls out, ”mulberry.”

”Can you play a zither on the stage instead of your sister?”

After a pause, she said, ”Pipa is OK.”

As long as you can handle it, it's OK.

Ye sang shook his head, and finally woke up for a few seconds, subconsciously refused, ”don't want to, people can't play.”

Liu said: ”it's OK. It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it. Don't be nervous. We just go for a walk.”

After all, it's just a show. There's no need to put so much pressure on children.

The little guy lingers next to Shen Yao, and his head goes down.

She, she doesn't want to go.

Shen Yao beside looked at the listless little guy, and picked out the willow eyebrows slightly.

”Are you shy?” After thinking about it, she asked in a low voice.

Ye Sang was embarrassed and nodded.

She has never faced a group of people alone.

What's more, even if she has studied Pipa before, her grandfather's evaluation of her musical instrument is always average.

What the little guy didn't know was that the old men who were harsh on her mouth were actually the happiest ones behind their backs.

”My granddaughter's musical attainments really follow me.”

”My granddaughter's brush writing, at first glance, has the charm of my youth.”