Walking out of Fuyue Tower, Zhang Ziran, Xie Hui, and Zhang Jun were all excited and looked at Song Yan with admiration.
"Brother Yan, why don't we find a bar and have some drinks." Zhang Ziran suggested.
Song Yan waved his hand: "I still have something to do, and there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
Saying goodbye to Zhang Ziran and the others, Song Yan walked to the coffee shop. Although the fame gained from playing in the coffee shop was already negligible to him, he was a person who had a beginning and an end, so he still went to the coffee shop on time to work every day.
The cafe's business is as booming as usual, but what's strange is that the proprietress Su Mei'er didn't come today. According to Ying'er, the proprietress seems to have something urgent at home. She went back to Yandu and may not be back for three to five days.
Yandu is the capital of Yanhuang Kingdom and the largest city in Yanhuang.
At ten o'clock, the performance ended. Song Yan bowed to the guests to express his gratitude as usual, and received applause from the audience.
"Ayan, do you have time? I have something I want to talk to you about." Zheng Yun came forward.
"Okay." Song Yan nodded. Zheng Yun's arrival surprised Song Yan. She didn't know what to do with him.
The two sat down and Zheng Yun asked Song Yan what he wanted to drink. Song Yan casually ordered a cup of coffee. To be honest, he was not really used to drinking coffee.
"Sister Zheng, you're not just looking for me to treat me to coffee. If you have anything to say, just ask." Song Yan took a sip of coffee and asked with a smile.
"Sorry Ah Yan." Zheng Yun looked slightly embarrassed: "That's what happened. Originally, this piano competition was just a private competition, hosted by the Xiangcheng Piano Association, but I didn't expect that at this juncture, the Piano Association passed the national The application of the Music Association has officially become an officially recognized music organization, and the president of the association is concurrently served by Chairman Ma Jingchu of the Municipal Music Association, and she is very concerned about this competition."
At this point, Zheng Yun's expression became even more embarrassing: "Because Chairman Ma has a strict personality and can't get rid of the dirt in his eyes, the organizing committee has disqualified you from directly advancing to the finals after discussion."
Hearing this, Song Yan felt a little uncomfortable. When you came to me, it was you who proposed that I directly participate in the finals, and now you told me that my qualifications were disqualified. However, he was not an unreasonable person, so he said: "Zheng What do you mean, sister?"
"This...the organizers of the competition want you to start from the preliminary round like other contestants."
After finishing speaking, Zheng Yun looked at Song Yan anxiously, fearing that he would refuse to participate in a fit of anger.
After listening, Song Yan lowered his head and thought. Although participating in the finals directly showed that he was superior to others, the fame he gained should not be as much as that of competing from the beginning, and it might even attract some criticism. If he started from the preliminary rounds, with his ability, he would definitely If he can stand out, after several games of fermentation, and finally win the championship in one fell swoop, he will definitely gain more fame and will not attract criticism.
In a word, starting the game from scratch will do more good than harm!
Seeing Song Yan's silence, Zheng Yun felt even more uncertain: "This incident is all my fault, Ah Yan, but I have tried my best to fight for it. If you want to blame you, blame me."
Song Yan smiled: "Sister Zheng, you are worrying too much. I am willing to start from the preliminary round."
"That's great." Zheng Yun couldn't help but cheer when she heard Song Yan agreed. Without Song Yan, this competition would definitely be a loss, but she had to do it because Ma Jingchu still had an identity. She was The deputy mayor's wife.
At the same time, while she was grateful to Song Yan, she also admired him a little more. This young man's mind was extraordinary. If it had been an ordinary piano master, he would have gone away long ago.
"Ayan, thank you."
"You're welcome!" Song Yan waved his hand.
Yan Weimin finally came to school after a week of sick leave.
Everyone knew about the bet between Song Yan and Yan Weimin, so after he entered the classroom, everyone's eyes swept back and forth between him and Song Yan.
But Yan Weimin seemed to have forgotten about the bet and did not mention it at all.
"Ahem, everyone, take out your textbooks and start class now."
Seeing Yan Weimin being so disrespectful, Song Yan was very disdainful. As a teacher, he didn't even have this responsibility. He was really inferior.
Therefore, Song Yan stood up from his seat.
When Yan Weimin saw it, he immediately panicked. He thought Song Yan was going to mention the bet, so he quickly scolded: "Song Yan, what are you doing standing up during class time?"
Song Yan said lightly: "Teacher Yan, have you forgotten that you once ordered me to stand in the corridor and listen to all your classes? Have you forgotten that I am very sensitive to what the teacher says? Keep it in mind carefully, just in case the teacher forgets what he said but doesn’t remember it.”
While talking, Song Yan took the textbook and walked out of the classroom.
Yan Weimin's face instantly turned livid, especially when he felt the strange looks in the eyes of the students below. He hated Song Yan so much that he gritted his teeth. He was sure that this kid was deliberately embarrassing him.
"Okay, let's continue class." Yan Weimin said in a deep voice.
"Report." Zhang Ziran suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Zhang Ziran, what's the matter with you?" Yan Weimin's tone was slightly kinder.
Zhang Ziran said with a serious face: "Song Yan was the only person who got full marks in Chinese in the last monthly exam. Since he is not qualified to stay in the classroom and listen to your lectures, I think I am not qualified either, so I applied to go to the corridor Listen to the class!”
Zhang Ziran's words made Yan Weimin feel particularly harsh, and his face turned blue and red.
However, Zhang Ziran didn't care whether he agreed or not. After finishing speaking, he took the textbook and walked out of the classroom.
"Teacher, I don't think I'm qualified to stay in the classroom and listen to your lecture. I'll go to the corridor." Xie Hui stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Teacher, I also apply to attend classes in the corridor!" Zhang Jun agreed.
He and Zhang Ziran both recognized Song Yan as the boss, so they naturally wanted to advance and retreat together.
Seeing Zhang Ziran and three others walking out of the classroom, Yan Weimin's face was so gloomy that it could almost drip with water, and he shouted in his heart: "Song Yan, you and I are at odds with each other!"
"Tell the teacher, I'm out too!"
Li Lei stood up again and walked out of the classroom with his textbook. During this time, Song Yan and Zhang Ziran got close to each other. He had a good relationship with Song Yan, so he naturally joined this small group.
"boom!"
Yan Weimin finally suppressed the anger in his heart, slammed the textbook on the desk, glanced across the classroom, and asked: "Who else wants to go out?"
Boys and girls are all impulsive and rebellious, and Yan Weimin has lost his heart. Therefore, his anger not only failed to calm the students, but instead aroused resistance and dissatisfaction in their hearts.
"Tell the teacher, I also apply to listen to the class in the corridor!"
A poor student has long been dissatisfied with Yan Weimin's bipolar approach. Now that he has the opportunity to disgust Yan Weimin, he is naturally happy to do so.
"Teacher, I think it would be better to go to the corridor to have a better view of the class, so I went too!" Another student stood up and walked out of the classroom.
"Report to the teacher...!"
"Report to the teacher...!"
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Next, the students stood up one after another, and more than 40 of the more than 60 students walked out of the classroom and came to the corridor. This made Song Yan dumbfounded.
The students all ran out of the classroom. How could this class be taught? Yan Weimin almost fainted on the podium, waved his hands and left the classroom.
The author's digression: Thanks for the big reward of World View Night View. (To be continued)