Mo Mo held the recording pen, looked at Han Yutong, and held the pen.
"As long as I record the audio, Teacher Tan won't bully me anymore, right?"
Mo Mo looked like he was hesitating to speak.
"What if no one cares..."
"Don't worry! Jiang Chen will definitely have a way. If nothing else, has he ever been afraid of Teacher Tan?"
Han Yutong has always been very confident in Jiang Chen's ability to do things.
Mo Mo lowered his head slightly and began to recall that before, everyone in the class was afraid of Tan Xinrong.
Except Jiang Chen.
Not only was he not afraid, he often resisted Tan Xinrong, so much so that Tan Xinrong did not dare to do anything to Jiang Chen.
This has also affected Class 5. I heard from the boys that the slogan of Harmony Class 5 that Tan Xinrong used to shout was because of Jiang Chen.
In addition, Jiang Chen's response was when she asked Han Yutong if he was bullied.
Maybe he can help me...
Mo Mo thought dully, with a rare smile on his face.
"Thank you, Han Yutong. I also thanked classmate Jiang Chen for me."
"As long as you are happy, Mo Mo, hehe."
Han Yutong felt very happy that he had helped his good friend again, and returned to his seat briskly.
"Did you give her the recorder?"
"Give it!" Han Yutong was a little curious.
"By the way, why do you have such a thing? When I first saw it, I thought it was an ordinary pen..."
"You have to be careful when doing things outside, right?"
Jiang Chen looked at Han Yutong's curious eyes on the baby and explained.
"In case you bully me, if I record a voice, we will have evidence, and we won't suffer the consequences of being mute then."
Han Yutong looked at him with contempt.
"Who bullies whom usually?"
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The class has become more and more lively recently.
New Year's Day is approaching, and senior high school students are about to have their last New Year's Day party.
For these senior high school students who are almost crazy about studying, it is naturally an event not to be missed.
In order to facilitate the students' vacation, the school specially changed the New Year's Day party to December 30th.
The 31st and New Year's Day were used to give the students who were almost going crazy with their last two-day holiday.
Jiang Chen has also been busy working on this matter for several days. He used his class fees to buy latte art spray and even organized several shows.
On the morning of the 30th, Tan Xinrong showed his face and returned home early, leaving Jiang Chen as the squad leader to maintain discipline.
As the host, Jiang Chen coughed slightly, looked at the students in the class, and said.
"Everyone, this is the last New Year's Day party for our seniors. We should have fun and don't be too restrained. Anyway, that guy Tan Xinrong is not here, so no matter how noisy it is, it won't matter."
He began to announce the program as if announcing the names of dishes.
Boys' projects usually include skits, and those who have practiced may even do a hip-hop dance for everyone.
For girls, they usually play musical instruments and sing.
Han Yutong was an outlier among them, and his talent show actually consisted of kicking a wooden board...
"Jiang Chen, this thing doesn't look fake..."
Xie Zitong, who was sitting next to Jiang Chen, knocked on the wooden board and made a dull sound.
"Is Han Yutong so powerful?"
"This thing is a pine board, you weigh it."
Jiang Chen also knew a little bit about Taekwondo.
This board is divided into paulownia board and pine board. The paulownia board is purely for outsiders to see. It is brittle, thin and has a loud sound. It is purely for others to perform.
The pine boards are the real deal...
"Let me try!"
Sun Wenrui, who was joining in the fun next to him, picked up a wooden board, placed it on two bricks, rubbed his hands, and smashed it down.
The board didn't move at all.
Then Sun Wenrui sat back in his seat with his hands covered, his face flushed and throbbing in pain.
"Damn it, it's the real deal..."
The whole class burst into laughter when they saw it.
"Of course it's genuine. I haven't brought you the performance board yet."
Han Yutong picked up the wooden board and looked at Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen pretended not to see it.
Jiang Chen knew that the little girl meant to let him lift the board for her to kick.
Somewhat timid.
If this kick cannot be controlled well and hits his chest and abdomen, it might even kick him out of his last night's meal...
"I...I'll lift it..."
Momo picked up the wooden board.
"Momo is bolder than you!"
Han Yutong rolled his eyes and looked at Mo Mo with a smile.
"Thanks, Momo."
Mo Mo held up the wooden board with both hands, turned his face to one side and closed his eyes tightly, looking as if he was hopeless.
"ha!"
Han Yutong flew forward and split the board in half, causing the audience to cheer.
"Wow!"
"Amazing!"
"Beautiful Jiang..."
Sun Wenrui was about to tease Mrs. Jiang, but suddenly he thought that this aunt could break a wooden board with just one kick. If she kicked him...
He quickly changed his words: "Beautiful Han Yutong!"
"Accepted!"
Han Yutong enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight. He went back to pack his schoolbag and talk to everyone.
"I have some things to do so I'll leave first. See you when school starts!"
"The next show..."
Jiang Chen knew about this, and just when he was about to announce the next program, Sun Wenrui shouted quickly.
"The next program is for our class monitor to perform, everyone, don't you think so!"
"Yes! It's time for the squad leader!"
"Get a monitor!"
"Me?" Jiang Chen smiled.
"I don't have any talent."
"Sing a song for me? I remember you sang it at the last party!"
Someone among the classmates mentioned it, and everyone immediately started to boo.
"Sing one, sing one!"
Jiang Chen was too kind to refuse the kindness, so he nodded and said.
"Okay, what do you want to hear?"
"Monitor, the Daoxiang you sang last time was so good! Why don't you sing it again!"
Some girls in the class had bright eyes when they remembered Jiang Chen singing at the high school sophomore party.
"This is the last year and I have to change my voice! Instead of singing like Jay Chou, why don't you sing like Serious Snow!"
The girls were chattering.
"The monitor's love song must sound good!"
"Han Yutong, what do you want him to sing?" Mo Mo looked at Han Yutong and asked in a low voice.
"Whatever, I don't care."
Han Yutong's ponytail swayed slightly on the back of his head, and all he could see was Jiang Chen standing in the center of the field.
"As long as it sounds good, it doesn't matter if it doesn't sound good."
Jiang Chen's a cappella singing was also somewhat pleasant, and she planned to leave after listening to it.
Tonight, my mother will arrive in the afternoon. After listening to Jiang Chen's singing, she hurried home.
She was still looking forward to what gift Jiang Chen would give her tomorrow.
I saw Jiang Chen saying something to Sun Wenrui next to him. Sun Wenrui said meaningfully and said quickly.
"Everyone, wait a minute. I'll go to the computer in the broadcast room and copy a melody!"
After saying that, Sun Wenrui and a few boys slipped outside the classroom.
Han Yutong wanted to walk. When he heard this, he also became interested. He put down his schoolbag and looked at Jiang Chen.
"What is Jiang Chen going to sing?" Mo Mo next to him asked in confusion.
"I'm curious too..." Han Yutong said
I also want to copy a melody. Is it some latest pop song?
After a while, Sun Wenrui and his party trotted back, holding two speakers in their hands.
"I'll borrow it from the class next door. I'm going to copy the song. It's up to you, Brother Jiang!"
"Thank you."
Jiang Chen placed the speaker on the podium and turned on the broadcast button. A melody is playing.
It's a pity that I don't have a guitar. In order to show off, Jiang Chen practiced hard for two years at the University and played pretty well.
The melody sounded and he began to sing:
"Will you remember tomorrow the diary you wrote yesterday?"
After singing a few lines, the boy suddenly laughed tacitly.
Mo Mo looked at Han Yutong, who had an unnatural expression next to her, and pulled her sleeves.
"Han Yutong actually sang this song..."
"I know, I know..."
Han Yutong took a deep breath and looked around, pretending to be careless.
How could he sing this song!
This song is so classic that it has remained popular for many years——
"You at the same table".
