The first elementary school student in history

Chapter 49 I just sang a song.

Time is like the sand on your fingertips, it will slip away if you are not careful. Seeing the clock on the wall "tick-tick", someone's mood is the same, beating little by little, like a small road jubilant inside , time, time.Such a precious thing is passing away bit by bit...

"Jingle bell bell..."

"Oh! get out of class is over!!"

... Well, it really is the result.It is as difficult as going to heaven to make this damn guy serious.

Pack up and tidy up, the book will not be needed after this class, some fucking guy put the book on the side of the transport aisle, and then stretched, this is pretty good in elementary school, at least No need to put it in a school bag.Your own class books and so on will be delivered by the system, just like express delivery, obediently appearing where you need them.

But think about it, if a child of a few years old wants to solve the problem of learning thirty or forty books a week, he will have to be lowered by a few centimeters just by carrying those thick books on his back... This is definitely child abuse !The Elementary School Child Protection Association will come to... well, it seems that this organization does not exist.

But no matter what, Zhu Weiyu's actions were quite easy.With a storage space like this, just toss the books over...and the system does the rest.

Are you envious? ... I am also envious.

"Jingle bell bell..."

As soon as a lazy waist is stretched, the rest time is over, and even going to the toilet in 5 minutes requires running.

Tall and slender... The bald male teacher walked over.He squeezed an orchid finger in his hand and shook it three times with one step. He also wore a pair of glasses on his face like Li Jing, and he looked like a certain artist.

"Oh! No! It's music art class!"

Painful wailing spread to every corner of the classroom. As famous scientists, most of these guys still have a well-developed right brain. Why do you say that?

"La la la la la ~~..."

After regaining his health, little Albert seemed to have returned to his usual dazed appearance. It seems that such a dazed guy has surprisingly good music!

With a violin in his hand, his fingers are flying, and he can't see that kind of confusion at all!
"...Albert, your violin has improved again."

The corners of Zhu Weiyu's eyes twitched a little, the most confused guy next to him actually has such a trick?

"Yeah! I've been practicing hard for the past few days. I really like the violin~!"

Zhu Weiyu nodded slightly, his face darkened and he didn't speak, his eyes turned to the side.

That damn guy, Stark, went to practice the piano these days just to look cool?
...No, that bastard developed a program to play! !See that shiny thing on that finger?That's the sensor chip he's using for conduction, you bastard think I don't know?You're obviously a music idiot, okay?

Maria seems to be in a bit of a dilemma. The world of women and men is somewhat difficult for art, but the problem is that she has a special eye for music appreciation. In the real world, Madame Curie has raised her daughter to be a A musician... If you really want to say that, her musical talent is actually not inferior at all.

Scratching his hair in some pain, Zhu Weiyu looked at Darwin and Da Vinci, these two guys should be able to give him some comfort.

Guys who play "play house" animal world all day should not have any artistic talent... Ugh! !God!Darwin, what is that painting! ! !
Looking from a distance, a vivid "Qingming animal picture" appeared in Darwin's hand! ! !
From the earliest one to the last one... Ouch! !Damn it, Darwin, why don't you draw it so vividly, do you know that I hate bugs the most! !

"Da Vinci, thank you for teaching me how to draw! Now I can better draw the animals I have in mind!"

"Oh~! Don't be so polite! Why are you so polite! You have to know how embarrassed I am to be so polite! I'm really embarrassed that you are so polite~..."

well!God, why are you doing this to me! !

Someone slammed his head on the table like he did in countless art and music classes, making a loud "bang", but the teacher ignored him as if he didn't see it.Just like those teachers who treat poor students, those with poor academic performance will never be treated well.

There was a piece of drawing paper on Zhu Weiyu's desk, on which he sketched a few simple strokes, the lines could not be more rough, a simple big circle followed by a small circle, and then there was a small circle behind it... This is... a dog ?

It's a cat!It's a cat! !
Uh... Well, someone's drawing talent is just like this, drawing a cat like a dog, such special drawing skills are quite amazing!
"Okay, hand in your homework~!"

The bald teacher's surname is Liang and his name is Pao. In conjunction with his movements, someone gave him a very nice nickname - Teacher Sissy!

I don't know if our sissy teacher can read minds, at least someone didn't care as much as him when this term flashed in his mind... But it seems that every time in the grades of the class, someone gets a passing grade, this time Not to mention the homework, although it is the worst homework in the class of painting or music, but according to his age, this thing should not be only [-] points!
How can some first-grade children be able to do so well all at once?How can there be!
...the teenagers in the painting class seem to be able to...

Also, the sissy teacher seems to be one of their main teachers...

Trembling, Zhu Weiyu came to the great sissy teacher. The painting of a cat or a dog in his hand finally came to a certain teacher.A ray of light appeared on the top of the shiny head, and Teacher Liang Pao's faint eyebrows raised slightly.

"This... are you drawing a dog? Well... it's not bad, it's barely qualified."

Uh... Teacher, what I actually drew is a cat...

Although Zhu Weiyu had such thoughts in his heart, what he said turned out to be this: "Ah! That's right, teacher, what I drew is a dog!" His mouth was split open, and white flashes appeared on the eighth floor. There is no defect on a perfect tooth.

"Okay! Alright!" After collecting the homework, Teacher Niangpao finally started the most important thing of the day, "Today we are going to practice singing. In order to grasp the specific singing level of each of you, each of you will come up and sing a short section... ..."

What rice!Go up, alone, and sing a little! !
OMG! ! (My goodness!!)

Zhu Weiyu had a resounding nickname when he was still alive - Death Singer! !

Listening to other people's singing is money, but listening to someone's singing is absolutely killing!
Once upon a time, at a party, someone who had just stepped into the university campus at that time came to a high-end and atmospheric place like KTV for the first time, holding a microphone in his hand, and suddenly remembered a song: "Who snatched My microphone~~!"

Looking at the wide screen, as a child from a poor mountainous area, Zhu Weiyu finally knew what K-songs were like, so a guy with a strong mood picked up the microphone.

"Papa..." The glass and glasses shattered all over the floor.

Someone actually created a new song! !

It's not that the singing is too good...but it's really bad, isn't it!Not a word or a tune is right!!
Alas, since then, someone who hurt their self-esteem never sings again...

but now?Want to go up and sing alone?Damn it, this is the rhythm of death! !

However, the unfortunate things do not end like this, often, this is just the beginning.

Being a class monitor in elementary school is really sad sometimes. For example, every time the teacher encounters trouble, he will say: "Let's let the class monitor classmate answer it!" When a teacher encounters new things, he needs someone to represent him. Sometimes, it is almost like this: "Let's let the monitors and classmates set an example!"

Ever since, Teacher Niangpao subconsciously said the following words without exception: "Then... let's let the class monitor take the lead and come first!"

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck across the sky, and someone seemed to have been fitted with a lightning rod, and was immediately numb from the beating.Even in the arena against Broly, the strongest Saiyan, he didn't feel so powerless. Zhu Weiyu only had two words to describe when he was dealing with art--disaster!
It's like answering questions in class, and when I can't, I always pray in my heart: "Don't call me..." But at this time, I called you in disbelief.This opportunity to sing, someone also has the same feeling in his heart...

Teacher Liang Pao seemed to realize that he shouldn't let someone go up first, but since he said it, there was no need to modify it. He patted his smooth head and said, "Squad leader Zhu Weiyu, please come up."

Like trying to catch a duck to the shelf, someone moved forward step by step stiffly, with a bitter melon expression on his face, and stood at the front.The class gradually quieted down, and the noisy kids turned their attention to someone.

As a class leader, as someone who won football games and fighting tournaments in different colleges, he is now a real class leader, quite dignified and popular... athlete's foot?
But it was such a person, but they had never heard his singing voice.Maybe... there will be unspeakable surprises?
Someone glanced around, and the class was full of expectant eyes, and sighed helplessly in his heart: "Oh... there is no way... I can only sing. By the way, isn't it said that the brain has been improved, it should be artistic." The cells have also improved a bit..."

Holding the last bit of hope, someone took a deep breath.

……… 1 minute after the death breath………

"La~la!la~~la!!la."

After the last note was sung, a guy who closed his eyes and solved it in one breath opened his eyes with relief. The empty classroom was full of dying people.

Uh, don't be so exaggerated...

"Boom!!!" The door was knocked open, and a fully armed man rushed in. The mecha on his body was N times higher than those made by the little kids.

"Who! Who dares to attack the scientist class of Mortal Academy! Break ground on my old lady's head, I don't want to live anymore!!"

...I just... sang a song...

(End of this chapter)