The teacher was considering his future, so Zhang Changzong naturally didn't know that he had a little reputation in Chang'an City. He still read step by step, practiced calligraphy, supervised his nephews to read and practice calligraphy. In addition, he was silently accused by Mr. Wu of the musical gentleman with a sad look!

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

These five words were engraved in Mr. Wu’s eyes!

Zhang Changzong was also helpless. In addition to having a better memory, he was all the ordinary people's level, just because he had an adult's soul in his body, and his learning and thinking ability were stronger than ordinary children. However, he was not a real genius, nor was he the kind of versatile talent who was proficient in everything.

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After staying in the school for so long, Zhang Changzong also figured it out that Mr. Wu was an old musician who retired from Taichang Temple. His skills were not top-notch. The key was that he could choose various musical instruments. When he was in Taichang Temple, it was a brick in Taichang Temple, and he moved wherever he needed.

For example, if you don’t play the pipa enough, Mr. Wu can play the pipa enough; if you don’t play the pipa enough, Mr. Wu can play the pipa enough; if you play the drums, the zither, or even the erhu, or the singing of the erhu, Mr. Wu can make up the number of people.

However, when it comes to single items, Mr. Wu almost seemed a little mediocre in Taichang Temple, which almost gathered all the superstar-level musicians in the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, after living in Taichang Temple for a lifetime, he saw those top single items being sought after by people of all kinds of Tang Dynasty, and watching others ups and downs, the mediocre Mr. Wu actually retired safely and was hired by the Zhang family to teach students.

However, with this experience, Mr. Wu's temperament is naturally not a tough person. In addition, due to his background, he is not respected in this mansion. Even a little kid like Fang Han doesn't respect him much, and his attitude is very casual.

Zhang Changzong can be said to be the child with the most positive attitude in the clan school. However, the child who studies so seriously has an average talent in music. Mr. Wu is probably a little disappointed!

The teachers and students met in pairs, both depressed. Mr. Wu's expression was faintly pitiful. He was silent for a moment, barely cheered up and asked dryly: "Liu Lang, what else can I do?"

Zhang Changzong shook his head solemnly. His biggest problem now is that the theory hurts, and his voice is not strong, even if he becomes a music theory, it is useless.

Mr. Wu's shoulders collapsed a little more, and he seemed even more depressed. He wanted to force himself to comfort Zhang Changzong and couldn't say anything. His eyes looked at Zhang Changzong, which made Zhang Changzong feel guilty.

As a soldier in his previous life, I had done too much to help the poor. When I saw the weak, I subconsciously wanted to help. Zhang Changzong, the hand hanging beside his thigh, habitually scratched the position of the seam of his trousers, and asked tentatively: "Why would you teach me a musical instrument?"

Mr. Wu smiled, didn't say anything, and looked at his hand with his eyes pointing—

Well, I still have a meaty hand, and it’s a bit painful to learn instrumental music.

Mr. Wu sighed and said, "Liu Lang, you are still young now. When you are older, you always have to go out for socializing and socializing. When you go out, the host invites you to sing and dance. What do you think? You always have to learn it, let's do it again!"

When Zhang Changzong heard that he wanted to do it again, his face wrinkled and quickly rescued himself: "Sir, if someone can see me, the first idea is to listen to my performance instead of listening to my singing. Do you have to learn it again?"

Mr. Wu, whose slightly hunched back suddenly stood up: "How do you say this?"

Zhang Changzong cheered up his spirits and tried hard to fool him: "Sir, you have taught students carefully for so long, but students are still not good at singing. I think they have no talent. Since this road is not clear, then go another way! I can't learn vocal music for students. If I can't learn instrumental music there, I'm not afraid of meticulously practicing. I'm not afraid of choosing one or two instrumental music for ten years. If I see me, I just want to listen to my performance. If I let me sing and miss the performance, it will be a huge loss. In this way, it may solve the pain of students learning vocal music?"

This is really a genius idea! It not only liberated Mr. Wu, but also saved himself! Zhang Changzong couldn't help but want to double-click 666 on himself, and liked thirty-two times!

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Without Mr. Wu's reply, Zhang Changzong urged him. Mr. Wu came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Changzong's little fleshy hands, thought for a while, and said, "You are still young and suitable for your hand shape. Why not choose a zither?"

As long as he didn't sing, Zhang Changzong would not agree: "Okay!"

So, from this day on, Mr. Wu finally stopped tortureing each other with Zhang Changzong, and gave each other a way out. Zhang Changzong just wanted to sing—

I'm so beautiful, I... My sky is so bright... I'm so bright... I'm so angry, not only is it stuck, but I've also sang! Fortunately, Zhang Changzong didn't plan to do stupid things about copying popular songs, otherwise, he wouldn't remember the lyrics and would be a big deal!

Zhang Changzong only planned to be a cute handsome handsome guy, but not a stupid handsome guy. He was really not skilled in being a child. If he was afraid of being too over-pretending, he would become stupid but not cute, and that would be over!

The music class was straightened out, the cultural class was smooth sailing, and the calligraphy practice was so exciting. Zhang Changzong felt that he was still far from reaching the peak of his life... but it could be considered to be on the right path?

The study was smooth, and the career of protecting chastity was in full swing. Zhang Changzong was in a very good mood. Finally, he had time to take care of his little friend in school and was preparing to hold a warm-giving activity. He remembered that Zhang Jingxiong, who bet with him, hadn't provoked him for a long time!

When did it start?

Zhang Changzong thought about it carefully for three seconds... By the way, it seemed that from the beginning of the teacher's explanation of "The Analects of Confucius" to him, Zhang Jingxiong's little friend fell silent-

Before this was powerful, my little friend became depressed... The children nowadays are so fragile, so they can't stand the blow!

To be honest, Zhang Changzong is not good at dealing with children. During the maturity of his three-view and personality, he was almost always in the military camp, surrounded by a group of rough men and no children. He had no experience with children at all, so naturally he had no way to talk about getting along with children.

When getting along with Zhang Yizhi and his nephews, they mostly rely on their age and family to play with their strength and their IQ crushed. Then, there are delicious foods, everyone and fun, and everyone is also together. When it’s time to discipline, they are not ruthless. They can sell Zhang Yizhi and his nephews to adults and let adults teach these children to be human in minutes. The one who has the deepest experience of this is the most naughty Zhang Yizhi. If you ask him, Zhang Changzong believes that his good fifth brother will definitely express a bitter tears. He has carefully sorted out his experience of being cheated and will probably be able to write a textbook "How to prevent being cheated by your younger brother"!
Chapter completed!