After hearing Lu Ze name a few hip-hop labels.
Wu Weizhe's eyes suddenly lit up.
It seemed that he knew a lot about hip-hop.
The few teachers he had experienced before all felt that it was something they liked.
It was trash and poison.
As for himself, he was misunderstood day after day, becoming the representative of delinquents and playthings.
His mentality had also changed from trying to be understood by others at the beginning to not caring about it at all.
The number of times he skipped classes was increasing, and the confrontation with his family and school was also increasing.
I'll play my own game, I'll love my own game.
If you want to say it, then say it.
But today, he seemed to feel something different.
The young teacher in front of him was smiling.
It actually made him feel like he had a little bosom friend.
After he said those familiar brand names, he actually had a little anticipation in his heart.
Will he understand me?
Lu Ze didn't know that this apathetic little boy actually had such rich thoughts in just a few seconds.
He asked a question.
"How long have you been playing hip-hop?"
The boy came back to his senses.
"Three years."
"Do you have your own works?"
"Uh, there are two."
Lu Ze nodded and waved at the boy.
"Go back to class. Don't skip class in the future. Just because you're good at hip-hop doesn't mean you'll be good at it.”
After hearing Lu Ze's words, Wu Weizhe's anticipation disappeared without a trace.
It turned out that he was thinking too much.
He was no different from those old-fashioned teachers from before.
He still used hip-hop as a counterexample to preach to himself.
In fact, he felt that this young Lu laoshi was even more annoying than the other teachers.
He pretended to know a lot about hip-hop.
But in fact, he looked down on people who really loved hip-hop from the bottom of his heart.
The light in Wu Weizhe's eyes dimmed, and his face returned to its previous cold and unruly expression.
She turned around and walked into the office in a sloppy manner.
He didn't expect to hear Lu Ze's voice from behind.
"You look like you're not convinced?”
To Wu Weizhe, there was contempt, sarcasm, and mockery in her tone.
He ignored Lu Ze and continued walking.
But what Lu Ze said next made him stop.
He turned around and glared at the other party fiercely.
The reason why there was such a big reaction was because Lu Ze said,"
"I don't dare to release my emotions. I don't dare to vent my unhappiness.”
"Why are you rapping?"
This was almost a naked personal attack.
It could also be said that he completely ignored Wu Weizhe's dignity and threw him to the ground and stomped on him.
Lu Ze met Wu Weizhe's gaze. He looked at this boy who was full of thorns but was actually more like a teenager.
He said indifferently.
"What's wrong? You want to eat me?"
"Is there a problem with what I said?"
Wu Weizhe's lips moved. He was about to speak, but he was speechless.
What could he say?
After all, how many deviant lyrics had he heard in hip-hop?
However, in the world he lived in, he could never have the fearless spirit that hip-hop conveyed.
It seemed that Teacher Wang was right. He was indeed a good-for-nothing.
At the thought of this, Wu Weizhe numbly lowered his head and turned around, walking toward the door.
Her body looked a little wobbly, and she was dressed in an independent outfit.
It also looked extremely ironic.
Rap my ass.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, we lost just like that?"
"After playing hip-hop for so long, don't you understand that strength speaks?”
Lu Ze's voice sounded behind Wu Weizhe again.
Wu Weizhe's response was just a self-deprecating smile as he walked forward.
He continued forward.
Until that sentence that only those who had played hip-hop would understand came out of Lu Ze's mouth.
"If you're not convinced, let's fight.”
Her tone was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer that hit Wu Weizhe's heart.
He was a little dazed.
Did he hear wrongly?
This teacher wanted to fight with him?
The hip-hop teenager was a little confused by Lu Ze's words. He turned his slightly stiff neck around.
What she saw was the young man who was calm and collected just now. At this moment, he was sitting leisurely on the chair with his legs crossed.
She lit a cigarette and looked at him with half-closed eyes.
He casually shook off the ashes in his hand.
He said with a smile.
"Afternoon activities, school field stands.”
"In front of the students, you and me.”
“freestylebattle。”
"Do you dare?"
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