I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

Chapter 15

There are three music teachers in Provincial No. [-] Middle School, and they are all talented people who can take on several jobs.

However, Wang Keming never paid much attention to music lessons, let alone the three music teachers.Therefore, he didn't know the three music teachers very well, and he wasn't even sure which teacher taught them music.

big waves.

Big red lips.

big eyes.

The above three nouns are pronouns used by Wang Keming to describe and distinguish these three teachers.

Wang Keming and Shen Qingchuan followed the senior to the music classroom on the second floor.

Although there are many people in the music classroom, they are very regular. They are all divided into clusters and surrounded by three music teachers.

The big-eyed teacher happened to be leaning against the door, and she was chatting with some girls that Wang Keming didn't know.

She wore a white cashmere shirt on her upper body, and a black lambskin skirt on her lower body wrapped her round buttocks.

The persona who looks like a mature woman was directly attached to the big-eyed teacher by Wang Keming as a label.

As a result, the senior who led Wang Keming and Shen Qingchuan directly bypassed the big eyes, and led them straight to the teacher with big red lips.

The teacher with red lips obviously has light makeup on his face, but his mouth is painted with very bright lipstick.

The white shirt on the body is matched with a suit skirt, which is quite satisfactory.

It's just that a pair of bright yellow high hats on her feet make her look a bit rustic.

It doesn't seem to be easy to speak, but it also seems to be easy to speak.

Wang Keming pondered, the teacher probably wasn't as rigid in private as he appeared on the surface.

After standing still in front of the teacher with red lips, the senior pointed to Shen Qingchuan and said, "Teacher, this is Shen Qingchuan."

The senior nodded to Wang Keming again: "This Shen Qingchuan is at the same table. I think his image is quite suitable to be a host, so I brought it together."

Wang Keming didn't even say a word, and saw the teacher with big red lips randomly took out a book from the wooden cabinet next to the piano, and handed it to Shen Qingchuan.

"Read and read."

Shen Qingchuan took the book, casually turned to the middle of the book and started reading.

The characters are sharp and round, sonorous and powerful.

Look at the image again.

The appearance is dignified and the equipment is imposing.

Teacher Big Red Lips nodded in satisfaction: "That's fine, Shen Qingchuan, right? I'll stay for training later."

"What about me?" Wang Keming pointed to himself.

The teacher with big red lips said: "Just now a sophomore boy came here to recommend himself. He is pretty good. So, now the host spot is gone."

Wang Keming was overjoyed: "Okay, teacher, I understand."

Seeing that Wang Keming was so happy, the teacher with big red lips pretended to be angry and said: "Others are very sad to hear that the quota is gone. Why are you so happy?!"

"Ah... this..." Wang Keming scratched his head, unable to answer for a moment.

But Shen Qingchuan picked up the conversation for him: "Teacher, this is because Wang Keming is going to perform. He is afraid that after he becomes the host, he will no longer be able to show his talent to everyone."

Shen Qingchuan had a cold handsome face, and answered very seriously.

It's really fucking like that.

Wang Keming was shocked by Shen Qingchuan's ghostly ability to talk nonsense when he opened his mouth: "When did I say such a nonsense thing?!"

Shen Qingchuan turned his head, with a helpless look on his face: "Look at you, didn't you agree to choose a program together, why did you back off temporarily?"

Whether it's Shen Qingchuan's expression, or Shen Qingchuan's body language and movements, they all reveal his tenderness, consideration and deep doting towards Wang Keming like an old lady.

What the hell is this? !

Wang Keming was so frightened by Shen Qingchuan's disgusting words that goose bumps arose all over his body.

"That's right, I remember when I brought Shen Qingchuan here, you said you wanted to be with Shen Qingchuan."

It's already this time, and the senior who just led Wang Keming to the music classroom is still making trouble.

"Brother, don't back down!"

For a while, the teacher with red lips was really confused by Shen Qingchuan and the senior's singing and singing: "Then Wang Keming, is it Wang Keming?"

"Yes, teacher. I'm Wang Keming." Wang Keming replied weakly: "What's wrong, teacher?"

The teacher with big red lips said the next sentence very naturally and smoothly: "Anyway, I am also in charge of passing the school celebration program, so Wang Keming, you can perform for me here now."

Performance?

What are you doing?

Wang Keming was about to be manipulated by this series of gods that made him unable to turn his head around, and his head collapsed: "What? Teacher, what are you talking about?"

While Wang Keming was still scratching his head, Shen Qingchuan replied obediently: "It's not Wang Keming alone, it's us."

"It's just teacher, our performance may take some time, shall we come back tomorrow? After all, today is too sudden and we are not ready yet."

The teacher with big red lips looked at Shen Qingchuan, then at Wang Keming, and said with a smile: "Then what are you guys doing? Let's go for a walk?"

"That doesn't count." Shen Qingchuan's face was full of flying confidence: "This counts as notifying you in advance to reserve a spot in advance."

The teacher with big red lips also continued to smile and said: "Then why don't you reveal it in advance, what are you two going to perform?"

Wang Keming, who had been unable to speak out just now, finally found an opportunity to attack the needle: "Teacher, stop listening to Shen Qingchuan's nonsense."

"Are you saying I'm listening nonsense?" the teacher with red lips asked back.

Wang Keming: "No, not at all."

The teacher couldn't do anything, so Wang Keming had no choice but to tug at the corner of Shen Qingchuan's clothes, and whispered: "I don't know anything, my singing is out of tune and my body is uncoordinated. Don't try to use this opportunity to embarrass me."

Shen Qingchuan also lowered his head and bit his ear to Wang Keming openly: "You are quick-tempered, don't think I forgot."

The deliberately lowered voice seemed to be able to scratch a black cat's tail, rubbing against Wang Keming's feet again and again.

The tingling sensation rose from the soles of Wang Keming's feet, and after it rushed to the top of the sky, it returned to the soles of the feet willfully.

Wang Keming shook his head, driving that weird feeling out of his mind again.

He was more concerned about what Shen Qingchuan said just now:

How did Shen Qingchuan know that he would be allegro?

Therefore, Wang Keming also lowered his voice and asked back: "Forgot? Forgot what?!"

"How did you know I could be allegro?"

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I feel that my writing style is really as plain as water, not surprising.