Chapter 451 Let's "Boom! Pop!"
Chen Ying is a senior class teacher of a high school in Shanghai. Because of his cheerful and optimistic personality and his ideological quality of keeping pace with the times, he can often get along well with students. The classes he manages, discipline and learning are all ranked first in the school , so not only the students like this head teacher, but also the school leaders appreciate Chen Ying.
On this day, as usual, Chen Ying stepped into the teaching building on time, preparing to inspect the discipline before the class bell rang.
But today seems to be a bit different, the whole teaching building is filled with an inexplicable atmosphere, the students are more excited than usual, and many people are gathered together, knocking on the table to play together.
Well, let alone, the rhythm is quite neat!
Cough cough, gathering people in the classroom to knock on the table between classes is not good, after all, it will affect students who need to rest, or need to preview and review.
So, Chen Ying coughed lightly, walked into the classroom of the class she was in charge of, and reasoned to the group of tall students in the back row: "Don't knock on the table randomly, it will affect others' rest and study!"
Being caught by the class teacher for mischief, the boys were a little embarrassed, but they still subconsciously defended: "Teacher, we didn't knock randomly!"
"Yes, teacher, there is a rhythm!"
"Teacher, this is the accompaniment to the hottest new song today!"
What kind of excuses are these?
Chen Ying's first reaction was that these children were not convinced, so she decided to reason with them: "It turned out to be the rhythm of the song, I said it sounds interesting.
It’s just that you are making too much noise. Look at who, he is a little uncomfortable today, and you have indeed affected people’s rest.
But what song's rhythm is this? Why didn't I stop? "
The three-stage speech technique sandwiches criticism between two compliments, which not only meets the needs of children of this age for personal respect, but also allows them to accept pertinent criticism, and finally takes the opportunity to draw in the relationship between the two parties.
Chen Ying felt that she was very proficient in using this technique.
but.
"Hahaha, teacher, you are here again! Your three-paragraph speech skills have been picked up on the Internet long ago, and I will too! Teacher, you are so handsome today, but you forgot to shave again, but it does not affect you at all. The stalwart image in our mind!"
Chen Ying: ...children are becoming more and more difficult nowadays!
"screw you,
It's almost time for class, don't make a fuss, if you want to make a fuss, wait for the physical education class to make a fuss! "
"Got it!" The students replied sparsely.
Chen Ying doesn't care about them either. Although these children are in the rebellious period, they will hate you in various ways, but they will still do what they promised. This is also related to Chen Ying's trust and respect for them.
As soon as Chen Ying walked out of the classroom, a student poked his head out and shouted at Chen Ying's back: "Ah, by the way, teacher, that song is called "We will rock you"!"
Chen Ying waved her hand to show that she knew, and walked towards the office without looking back, thinking that her stalwart back must be very handsome in the eyes of the students!
Unexpectedly, after Chen Ying left, more heads poked out from the back of the classroom, stacked together from top to bottom.
The first head: "Why does the teacher always turn his back on us?"
The second head: "You don't understand this. In the days of the teacher and the others, this was called 'real men never look back at explosions'. It was a very fake behavior."
The third head: "But this looks stupid!"
All the heads nodded at the same time, it's not just stupid, it's so stupid!
Alas, it's because he is our head teacher, so we have to show some face, otherwise, he will be replaced by another person, and he will doubt his life every minute!
Chen Ying, who had no idea of the true thoughts of the students, walked into the office slowly. After greeting her colleagues, Chen Ying sat on her office chair and was about to open her lesson plans and read today's lesson plans again. , to see if there are any omissions.
At this time, the dean came in, complaining as he walked: "What's wrong with today's students, why did they start to slap the table indiscriminately early in the morning, and howled ghostly, and it took a long time to stop them!"
Chen Ying's heart moved, and she remembered the scene she saw in the classroom. She couldn't help but try it again. It was very simple, just pat the table twice and clap once. Chen Ying didn't realize that she didn't know when she had learned this rhythm.
It's just too brainwashing!
The dean was upset, and saw Chen Ying slapping the table over there, as if deliberately playing against himself, and immediately became angry: "Mr. Chen! What are you doing! It's fine for the students to slap the table, why are you a teacher?" Are you messing around with the students too?"
Chen Ying realized that her behavior was a bit inappropriate, and quickly explained: "Director, I want to demonstrate to you, is this the same rhythm for students to slap tables?"
The dean replied angrily: "I don't know! It's a mess!"
But some other teachers heard it clearly: "It seems to be the rhythm, and our class is the same. The students came here early in the morning and knocked on the table, saying that this is the hottest song today? It's inexplicable."
"I heard the same rhythm, Mr. Chen, do you know what's going on?"
The students are all willing to talk to Chen Ying about things and what is in their hearts. Although the other teachers don't say anything, they are a little envious in their hearts. Of course, they like to ask Chen Ying whenever they have anything, hoping to find something from him. Answer.
Chen Ying didn't hide anything: "I heard from the students in my class that this is a song called "We will rock you". There should be nothing wrong with the name."
As soon as Chen Ying finished speaking, the teacher next to him directly searched for the song on the computer. After refreshing, a whole page of related information popped up, and the top one was the sound source of the Tianlai Music Platform.
The teaching director said directly: "Click to listen to it, and see what inexplicable songs children like today!"
The teacher clicked on the audition, and then everyone in the office heard a very familiar rhythm: "Boom! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The dean stretched out his finger and tapped lightly: "That's it, that's it!"
Chen Ying could also hear it, and the students in her class also took pictures with this rhythm. But what is different from the students is that the rhythm in this sound source brings together more people, using chorus, stomping, clapping and audio delay techniques to create a hymn effect with many people participating.
That feeling is really burning!
"Oh, this song is pretty good! It's so exciting after listening to it!"
"It sounds very exciting, and I couldn't help but want to slap the table with the rhythm."
"No wonder the students like it, I think I like it too, but it's really not good to take pictures of the table..."
Moreover, with the singing and the chorus effect of "We will we will rock you", Chen Ying had the urge to slap the table and stomp her feet!
It's a pity, the dean... huh?
Chen Ying glanced at the serious dean, and saw that his body was leaning slightly forward, his head following a short but very distinct rhythm, bit by bit, the corners of Chen Ying's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly. pumped.
O man!
The song was not over, but the class bell rang, and the teachers immersed in the music came to their senses one after another, and went to class with their own lesson plans, and Chen Ying was no exception.
On the contrary, the dean had no classes. Seeing that all the teachers had gone to class and other teachers in the office were also preparing lessons, the dean simply turned around and returned to his office, closing the door heavily.
Then, wisps of rhythmic melodies floated out from the crack of the door, from time to time:
"We will we will rock you!"
"Boom! Crack!"
"Boom! Crack!"
"Boom! Crack!"
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