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Mr. Zhou is communicating with the students in the class. Unconsciously, the more excited they are, the more excited they are. The sadness of parting is hanging all over the faces of all the students. This is senior three. This is the senior three after the college entrance examination. It is destined to go to different places.

"Report."

When teacher Zhou and some perceptual female students were in a crash, a voice sounded outside the classroom. When he saw the face of the student, he immediately gave out a voice of exclamation.

"Wang Hao... It was Wang Hao who came back."

"The number one scholar with full marks... Wang Hao's ability to disguise himself as a pig and eat a tiger is so powerful that he didn't know that he was so fierce for three years."

At this time, all the students in the class looked at Wang Hao again. They couldn't help feeling in their hearts, thinking about all kinds of things before. At this time, they found that Wang Hao's invisible indifference was actually regarded as lonely by them.

"Since Wang Hao is here, let's let Wang Hao say a few words." Teacher Zhou looked at Wang Hao and immediately waved and said.

"Teacher, let's forget it." Wang Hao's face showed hesitation, which was the first time for him, and he was still a little afraid.

"Don't, it's about to part. Tell us a few words." Ma Ling looks at Wang Hao, who is usually paralyzed, with hesitation and a smile on her pretty face.

"Yes... Say something."

"Say something."

Other students have to coax said.

Wang Hao took a look at Fang Bing. Unexpectedly, this guy was coaxing him to speak. After thinking about it, he stepped onto the platform.

"In fact, there is not much to say. I have a stupid mouth, and I have a long way to go. I appreciate it." Wang Hao stood on the podium, slowly opened his mouth, really he did not have much to say, for these students who have passed the college entrance examination, there is no need to inspire people.

After listening to other people, the nine words, like thunder, exploded in the minds of all the students in the class. Life is a long way to go and cherish.

Ma Ling looked at Wang Hao, who wanted to step down. She had a slight movement in her mind and immediately called out, "Wang Hao, this is too short. Do you think it's very perfunctory. You can show us some talent."

Now Ma Ling is totally watching the excitement. She takes the lead to make a fuss again. Looking at Wang Hao, who is indifferent at ordinary times, she has a bitter smile on her face, which makes her feel doubly happy.

"Yes, show your talent."

"That's a good proposal."

Other students followed the monitor Ma Ling to coax up, that is, teacher Zhou looked at Wang Hao with a smile on his face, and his face encouraged him to perform well.

Wang Hao looked at the expression on Teacher Zhou's face and sighed in his heart. These people were really unreliable. They sold themselves one by one. Looking at the students in the class who were making trouble again, he thought about it and gave in.

Because today is parting, many people are ready for their youth impulse once.. to the heart of a long time in love with the girl, let qingchunwuregret not only talk about it, so many students with guitars, want to perform in front of the girl you love.

Wang Hao borrowed a guitar and played it gently. After adjusting the tone, he played it gently. His voice rang out in the classroom. With the wonderful notes of guitar, there were some thick voices coming out. All of a sudden, any student would talk again.

Listening to the vicissitudes of the song, listening to the farewell blessing, Wang Hao sang a song that many people have heard, especially Miss Zhou, one of her favorite songs when she was young, the little tiger's "don't worry about flying.".

Finally, we have come to this day

to rush to their respective worlds

no one can replace you in memory and that period of youth

along the way, we have worked together

to write down forever with sweat and tears

take laughter and glory for an oath

with the sound of Wang Hao, it came out of the classroom, making several classes nearby quiet Quiet, Wang Hao's song transmission further.

Senior three classes are gradually stopped talking, slowly out of the classroom, looking for the song and go, suddenly found singing Wang Hao, they did not open their mouth to disturb, but quietly listening, listening to the wonderful melody... That is full of vicissitudes of life story of the song.

Everyone's eyes filled with tears, they all heard the song that the blessing of parting, rest assured to fly, to pursue their dreams.

"What's the matter with you?" Wang Hao slowly stopped his hand and looked at the tearful students in the class, and there was a barrier outside the classroom.

"Good." A middle-aged voice clapped his hands and called.

Immediately other people also wake up, applause spread throughout the classroom building, a beautiful woman with two men against the camera equipment, heard the conversation next to a Leng, immediately that beautiful woman showed a touch of joy.

"This is Wang Hao. He is very talented."

"Who said no, Mr. Zhou has a good life. He has made a champion. I hope our class can also produce a champion."The two teachers are talking. The number one students for two years are from Gancheng No.1 middle school, which makes all the teachers in Gancheng No.1 middle school feel inexplicably confident.

"Let's go up there." Beautiful woman heard the conversation between the two teachers, eyes a bright, immediately toward the two companions said.

Suddenly, I stepped on high-heeled shoes and went upstairs.

"One more song, one more song..."

I don't know which one of the students called out. After the first sound, it immediately caused the applause of the teachers and students, and asked for another one, which gathered together a voice.

"Er..." Wang Hao looked at Mr. Zhou, and suddenly a middle-aged voice spoke again.

"Wang Hao, let's have another song... And you should pay attention to safety."

Wang Hao looked at the man who was talking. It was actually the headmaster of Gancheng No.1 middle school who had just left. After others heard the voice, many people recognized each other.

"It's Liu school."

Other people have a Leng, recognize this is Gancheng No. 1 middle school principal.

"One more song." Naturally, President Liu didn't come here for no reason, but just after Wang haogang left, some media came to him. After he briefly introduced the history of Gancheng No.1 middle school, he was not the person that these media wanted to interview. Looking at each other's expression, he could only bring these media staff to Wang Hao.

"One more song, then." Mr. Zhou looked at the headmaster of Gancheng No. 1 middle school and said to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao nodded, the guitar played again, and the soft voice sang again. Along with the light and crisp sound of the guitar, the wonderful sound symbol formed again let these students and teachers slowly recover their peace and enjoy it quietly.

And the camera faithfully recorded it.