Five Villain Daddies Are Fighting To Spoil Me

"Everyone be quiet." Teacher Xu waved his hand, signaling the chattering children beside him to stop.

"Is there anyone who can play Guzheng?" She frowned slightly, as if remembering that Guzheng was a bit difficult for this group of children, so she changed the phrase, "Or, other musical instruments?"

The children looked at each other in confusion and shook their heads.

Most of them at this age are spent playing around, who would be free to practice musical instruments.

Teacher Xu looked at the children present with a headache, said for a while, "It's really not possible, this show should be cancelled."

It is impossible to really let Shen Yao go up.

In this situation, letting the other party pass is simply courting death.

Parents don't feel bad for their children, but they feel bad for their teachers.

Shen Yao didn't speak, her eyelashes were half drooping, she looked at the drowsy little guy beside her, whose head almost fell to the ground little by little, the little girl leaned over slightly, and took advantage of the opportunity to let Ye Sang's head rest on her shoulder.

As a result, Ye Sang shook his head in a daze after being touched like this, but instead became more awake.

The little guy was born Yuxue and cute, his hair curled up tenaciously, and his little expression showed a bit of the softness of just waking up.

It just makes my heart soften into a puddle of water.

Shen Yao half-browed her eyebrows, thinking that this idiot is sometimes quite cute.

Seeing the sleepy little guy, Teacher Xu asked again, "Is there no one in our class who can play the guzheng except Shen Yao?"

"Even if you don't know Guzheng, what else?"

"..." What responded to her was still the rustling yawns of the children in the class.

Teacher Xu: "..." This is definitely the worst kindergarten class she has ever taught.

When Ye Sang heard the word "guzheng", she shuddered reflexively, her hair stood on end, and her little expression was completely bewildered.

What if there are grandpas who used to be number one in the family?

The little guy has been dominated by his grandpas to the point where he would be conditioned to blow his hair when he heard something they were good at.

Looking back on the past, Ye Sang shook her head, pursed her mouth and said nothing.

Teacher Liu turned her pupils slightly, and suddenly glanced at the drowsy Ye Sang, her voice softened slightly, she smiled and called, "Sang Sang."

"Can you play the zither on stage instead of your sister?"

After a pause, she said, "Pipa is also fine."

As long as you can get it, it's fine.

Ye Sang shook her head, finally regained consciousness for a few moments, and subconsciously refused, "No, I don't know how to play."

Teacher Liu expressed understanding: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you haven't studied before, don't be nervous, Sangsang, we're just going through the motions."

After all, it's just a show, so there's no need to put so much pressure on children.

The little guy dawdled next to Shen Yao, his little head lowered.

She, she doesn't want to go.

Shen Yao next to him looked at the listless little guy, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Are you shy?" After thinking about it, she asked in a low voice.

Ye Sang nodded embarrassedly.

She had never faced a group of people alone.

Furthermore, even if she has learned the pipa before, her grandfather's evaluation of her instrument will always be average.

What the little guy doesn't know is that those old men who are harsh to her are the happiest behind their backs.

A disagreement is:

"My granddaughter's musical accomplishments really follow me."

"My granddaughter's calligraphy is written with a brush, and it has the charm of my youth."

Of course, these Ye Sang are of course not clear.

Shen Yao said softly, "Just go up and play, don't be nervous."

Her sister's voice was rare and gentle. Ye Sang covered her face slightly when she heard the words, and nodded shyly, "Okay~"

The little guy was wearing a skirt today, so he didn't need to change it at all.

She was taken to the dressing room, her long hair was tied into small flower buds, her fair and tender face didn't need much make-up at all, her hair was adorned with two tassels, which made her look lovely.

The teacher frowned and smiled and asked Ye Sang to choose between the pipa and the guzheng, and the little girl chose the pipa without hesitation.

"Pipa~" She bent her cat pupils and said in a milky voice.

"Okay." Teacher Liu patted her on the shoulder, led someone to stand backstage, and whispered, "Sangsang, don't be nervous, the most important thing is to participate..."

After a pause, she realized that the children in other classes might play more amazingly than the other. She was afraid of hurting the little guy's self-esteem, so she quickly comforted him, "It doesn't matter if you can't play well, you are still young, we will play it this time." Play."

The little guy pursed his mouth and nodded seriously, "Okay~"

...

It is absolutely impossible to say that you are not nervous.

The show was set in the open space outside the school. There were a group of parents sitting under the stage. There were also some parents who were too lazy to get out of the car around the open space. Like Mu Chen, they didn't even bother to get out of the car. See.

"This child is so cute." Someone saw the little girl on the stage and couldn't help sighing in a low voice.

"It makes me want to steal it back and raise it."

Mu Chen, who was sitting in the car, heard the discussion of those people, his eyes passed through the window, and he happened to see the little guy standing on the stage, so he snorted slightly.

cute?

Why didn't he see it?

These people are probably not blind.

Before Mu Chen finished criticizing the group of "blind people", he heard another little girl chirping and discussing, "Whose family does that child belong to? See how standard her posture with the pipa is."

"Ahhh, it's so cute, look! With short arms and short legs, holding a pipa is just too poignant for me!!"

"Little baby has been guided by a professional teacher, right?"

Mu Chen rolled his eyes when he heard that.

It's a good thing that little brat doesn't embarrass him.

Play the pipa?

What can a five-year-old child do for her?

The man gritted his teeth, remembering the scene of helping the bear with his homework last night, his forehead bulged.

A brat who doesn't even know what seven times eight equals, what else can I expect from her?

Mu Chen still can't figure it out, although Huo Yao and Shen Chuchen don't know who their real father is.

But these two people, no matter who is the real father, the daughter's IQ can't be so low, right?

...

The little guy on the stage had a delicate and immature face, with curly eyelashes drooping, revealing the hazy beauty of an ancient lady holding a pipa halfway.

Grandpas taught her to know Chinese characters, appreciate poetry, and send romantic love since she was a child.

Sometimes the beliefs in people's bones cannot be changed.

They were a generation of legends, and no one loves them more than them.

Whether it's medical skills, ancient martial arts, or musical instruments, those things that have been forgotten by people, only the older generation will remember them.

Because of her short stature, the little guy now looks very cute holding the pipa halfway. With curled eyelashes, she looked at the parents in the audience, lowered her head shyly, and tried to imagine that group of people as white radishes.

Ye Sang pursed the corners of her lips, then searched for the appearance in her memory when her grandfather taught her how to play, and adjusted her posture slightly.

Bai Nennen's fingertips landed on the strings of the pipa, and when she plucked them lightly, an ethereal and clear string sound suddenly fell, and the surroundings fell into a brief silence for an instant.

There is another chapter in the evening~ it will be on the shelves on the 17th, don't raise the babies you have raised, it will explode to 50,000 by then~