Just as Su Chen was sitting in the bright self-study room and chatting with the students.
On the other side.
He Ling finally welcomed her customers.
Night fell, at the entrance of the night market.
A surprised voice sounded in He Ling's ears.
"Eh? Are you Teacher He?"
The young man in front of him revealed an excited expression. Clearly, he had recognized He Ling's identity.
He Ling stopped wiping the table and replied with a smile.
"Hello, I'm challenging to be a food stall owner.”
"I know, I know! Class Challenge!"
The young man excitedly took a photo with Teacher He. Then, he looked at the signboard on the food cart and said expectantly.
"I didn't expect Teacher He to set up a stall here. Can I have one?”
"Of course! 10 yuan ~"
Although he had sold his first meal with his face, at least he had opened a business.
Mr. He smiled as he lit the gas stove and placed the ingredients into the pot. Immediately, the fragrance filled the air.
More and more young people got off work during the evening rush hour.
He Ling was also seen by groups of young people not far away. Before she finished cooking a meal, she had already saved up three or four orders to be made.
"Thank you for your support…It must be hard to get off work so late, right?”
"Teacher He, it's not easy for you either. You're a craftsman, haha ~"
"Hahaha…as long as you don't find it disgusting.”
As He Ling chatted with her fans, she became more and more familiar with it.
Just as He Ling was halfway through stir-frying…
Out of the corner of her eye, the pancake stall owner beside her suddenly moved. Pulling the tricycle, he turned around and left the place with all his might.
"The city enforcement officers are here…Run!"
After saying that, the other party instantly disappeared.
Seeing this, He Ling's hands froze and her mind went blank.
Town Security?
It was just a simple meal. The main mission had not been completed yet, and they were already opening an instance?
At the same time.
The pancake stall owner, roujiamo stall owner, and stinky tofu stall owner didn't say a word. They all got on their tricycle and started pedaling crazily.
In just a few seconds, the vendors who were originally surrounding He Ling scattered.
He Ling, who was setting up a stall for the first time, obviously did not react in time.
But soon, seeing the sizzling sound of the pot and the approaching city enforcement vehicle…He Ling's heart suddenly accelerated and she panicked!
He quickly put down the spatula.
He did not care about the ingredients on the table and sat on the driver's seat of the electric tricycle.
He stepped on the accelerator and ran.
When the netizens in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they laughed crazily.
"Hahaha, this operation is really down-to-earth. Teacher He is actually afraid of the city enforcement officers.”
"Teacher He can do it. He can do whatever he wants.”
"I'm dying of laughter. The noodles aren't finished yet!”
At the same time, at the entrance of the night market, a few passers-by fans were stunned when they saw Mr. He's departing figure.
He shouted loudly when he saw the smoking fried noodles in the back seat of Mr. He.
"Teacher He, where are you going? If you leave, what will happen to our food?"
He Ling turned around and shouted in realization.
"Then…you guys follow me!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
On the roadside at the entrance of the night market, Mr. He was riding his tricycle in front.
Behind them were three panting young men who were running at night.
"Hahaha! He couldn't laugh anymore! It's simply an immersive experience."
"This meal is really difficult. How many kilometers do I have to run before eating?？”
"Teacher He, I'm laughing so hard that my stomach hurts. Hurry up and go to Su Chen's netherworld live broadcast room to calm down.”
"Is Su Chen trying to calm down? It's simply pressing down on the coffin!"
"To be honest, Su Chen really seems to be singing!”
……
At the same time.
More and more people poured into Su Chen's live broadcast room.
At this moment, Su Chen had taken an erhu from somewhere and placed it on his lap. He held the violin in his left hand and the bow in his right hand.
Sure enough, Su Chen was going to sing again!
The P.E. teacher actually had music lessons?
Seeing this, the audience's curiosity was piqued.
This was evening self-study.
What song was Su Chen going to sing with the violin at this time?
"Isn't Su Chen a physical education teacher? Is he doing free work in class?”
"Stop fooling around. With this learning atmosphere, why can't we sing 'Horse Racing? Cheerful music style!"
"Horse Racing? If I hadn't heard Su Chen's 'Fairy' before, I would have believed it. He couldn't possibly pull "Horse Racing" even if he pulled "Moon Reflecting in the Second Spring"!”
"Brother actually went to Hengshui High School? Aoaoao, you're so close to me!"
Just as the live broadcast room was in a heated discussion.
The camera zoomed in on the classroom.
On the screen, the students were half-covered by the tall test papers and questions. From the moving figures, one could barely make out pairs of tired eyes.
The classroom blackboard was filled with homework requirements and residual function images.
For a moment, a depressing atmosphere filled the screen.
It made people think of the parts on Deng Ziqi's assembly line.
Mass management, mass delivery.
At this moment.
Looking at the students 'tired eyes behind their heavy lenses, Su Chen said as he set up the strings.
"We have to balance work and rest in our studies. Next, let's relax.”
Hearing that, the students pulled themselves out of the sea of questions.
Some of the students even stretched lazily. At such a young age, the disc at their waist made cracking sounds.
Upon seeing this, everyone in the live broadcast room changed their tune.
He could not help but be enlightened.
"So Su Chen sang to help the children relax.”
"Brother is so down-to-earth. You're an amputated superstar, yet you're holding a live concert for high school students!”
"Good heavens, does that mean that I can hear Su Chen sing the Healing Wind in my lifetime?”
"I don't believe that a singer from the underworld can do such a normal thing.”
"Underworld Singer? That's because you don't understand Su Chen! He played rock and roll at the funeral because he wanted to fulfill Old Man Wang's dying wish. Singing "Double Happiness" at the wedding was to fit the theme of the newlyweds 'wedding. Can't you tell?"
"…Let me say this first. Don't scare the child. If it really doesn't work, I'll go to the scene to comfort him.”
"I've been listening to your abacus at home.”
Although Su Chen had a huge fan base, no one on campus had recognized him yet.
This further explained.
Hengshui High School seemed to be isolated from the world. The people living there were a group of ascetics who did not care about what was going on outside.
However, no matter how bitter it was, it was still the hot-blooded age of chasing dreams.
Therefore, he had no choice.
When they heard Su Chen say that he was going to sing a song, many students began to focus on the podium.
In the entire classroom, the rustling sound of pages turning became softer and softer.
On the podium.
Su Chen looked around the classroom.
Very quickly.
The strings fell on the zither, and a melodious prelude slowly flowed out.
Deep and empty inspiration burst out from the small piano case and swept through every corner of the classroom.
Su Chen closed his eyes slightly and sank into it.
It was only a short 20 seconds.
The soothing melody was like a sharp arrow that pierced through everyone's eardrums and grabbed their ears.
A few students who were still writing furiously had finished filling in the sentence on the paper:
As long as Longcheng Fei's general is still alive, he will not let Hu horses cross Yinshan.
Soon after.
They also stopped writing at the same time.
He looked at the podium in a daze.
Was this…an erhu?
Why did he feel like his hair was standing on end?
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