The live broadcast continues, and you can clearly hear the narration of the wilderness live broadcast program, as well as the BGM that touches people's spirits and heartstrings.

Everyone wanted to leave, but heard the live broadcast sound——

"Baduanjin is a kind of traditional fitness training technique from other countries. It embodies thousands of years of culture and wisdom of our ancestors. As the name suggests, Baduanjin includes a total of eight moves. Each move is its own style and is combined with other moves.

The moves are all in the same style..."

Everyone, I looked at him, and he looked at me, "Principal, if that's okay, they will go first, and you will go too."

The principal did not raise his head to look at any of them, as if he was immersed in the live broadcast room.

When Qiu Bubu went out alone to close the door for the first time, he looked at the principal seriously. Little did he know that the principal waved his leg towards their leaving figure, with extremely complicated emotions on his face.

Does it feel like there is no hope, does it feel like hope has been found again, or does it feel like... is it comforting?

The first person to leave could not guess what the principal was thinking. He shook his head and followed everyone back to his post.

Someone walked in his office and secretly opened the wilderness survival live broadcast promoted by the principal again.

Someone went to teach with handouts in hand. Before he even got close to the classroom, he heard strange noises coming from the classroom.

The teacher stopped talking about the live broadcast voice!

The BGM is so unique, it touches your heart, it's very emotional, and it's easy to recognize.

Through the open or half-open windows of the classroom, I saw an unexpected scene.

At that time, the students came early, were having breakfast, and the classroom was filled with the smell of food. They were sprinting for exams and postgraduate entrance examinations with their books in hand, and were playing games and chatting.

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Very sleepy.

Will it never be like tomorrow?

Almost all the students were standing in the aisles or even on the podium and in the surrounding open space. Everyone seemed to have reached some kind of agreement and were separated by an arm's length.

In front of the young and exuberant students, tablets were placed, as if they had been called upon by someone, to play a unified live broadcast. The principal was in his office, pushing a live broadcast of the wilderness survival program to them.

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The students stretched their legs, stretched out their waists and supported their palms, followed the commentaries in the live broadcast room, and performed the preparatory pose, with their legs supporting the three energizers of heaven, and the left and right bows like shooting eagles. To regulate the spleen and stomach, they must lift alone...

Everyone is very dedicated.

Occasionally, if a classmate is not following you or if your posture is good, other students who see it will remind you.

The students who were reminded were not angry, and adjusted accordingly. Some of them became even more ridiculous, and bursts of laughter could be heard in the classroom from time to time.

No one noticed that the teacher immediately came to ask for help.

As early as the first class started at 6:50, the first bell rang noisily, disturbing everyone's live broadcast, and the students let out a sigh of relief.

But before he could take a breath of comfort, someone with sharp eyes spotted the teacher who had already walked around the front door and was about to come in through the back door.

The atmosphere in the whole classroom was tense.

Everything that fills your eyes and ears is nothing but the news of the wilderness survival live broadcast.

The students watched the teacher holding the handout and walking to the podium expressionlessly. His eyes glanced at everyone coldly through the thick glasses, and said expressionlessly: "Students, they are starting to teach, please turn up."

Put away irrelevant things."

The live broadcasting equipment was turned off one after another.

The teacher's serious warning sounded in the classroom, "Live streaming is just like games. Once you are addicted, you will find it difficult to extricate yourself. Please cherish your young time and do not waste it on meaningless things."

As he spoke, he pushed the handout, turned around and pulled the projection screen to the east of the blackboard.

The classroom was so quiet that there was the sound of the projection screen being pulled away.

In the minds of the students, the Baduanjin that had just been broadcast was lingering in their minds.

Everyone has learned Baduanjin very well. I wonder if Gu Banxia learned it later?

A class lasted forty minutes, and the students felt extremely tormented and wished they were right away in class.

With great difficulty, the bell rang for the east class, and the students seemed to have received an amnesty when they heard the sound of the podium.

"Students, is the classroom a very sacred place, a place where we complete the teaching and learning process together with the teacher? Please let Dongci see any other students playing live broadcast in the classroom, or other things that have nothing to do with learning.

thing."

At that point, every student was glanced at and given a warning look.

"If you can't afford to make a mistake, ask him to drop out of school."

On the contrary, under the leadership of Mingyu, the Taekwondo club applied to the school for a new venue, a space that is almost as big as half a stadium.

In a big city where land is at a premium, the fact that the school can devote so much space to Taekwondo training shows that the school does not attach much importance to Taekwondo.

Mingyu happily shouted to the students gathered in front of him: "In the future, we can recruit more junior students and lead them to learn Taekwondo in the new venue."

The students clapped happily: "Okay!"

Someone asked Mingyu: "Brother, can they also train Taekwondo in the new venue?"

Mingyu raised his eyebrows with a smile, pointed at a random junior student next to him and said, "What do I think? I'll answer it!"

The junior was very understanding and replied loudly: "Of course! Juniors and juniors can do it, of course they can, and they are not the first batch of people to use that venue!"

Everyone immediately became lively like boiling soup and boiling oil.

Mingyu suddenly became excited when he saw the men and women at the back of the team.

The leader behind him signaled him to calm down, and then Mingyu calmly shouted to all the students: "Do we know? The relevant leaders and departments of the school have expressed the importance of Taekwondo becoming a compulsory course this time, and who has been invited to everyone?"

Who was invited?

The students showed curious and confused expressions, followed Mingyu's gaze, and turned back.

I saw behind me, and I don’t know when, three or four people came over, some men and women, wearing uniform Taekwondo costumes, with some red and some black belts.

Everyone recognized the black one immediately after seeing it.

The crowd screamed with excitement.

People passing by couldn't help but poke their heads over there curiously.

Someone asked his companion: "What's going on over there? There seems to be a new teacher?"

He responded with some knowledge: "No, the teacher who came here to teach Taekwondo, I heard that the school spent a lot of money to specially invite him."

The person who heard it stopped and interjected: "He also heard that the site was originally planned to be reserved for Baduanjin. Wasn't that planned from the time the school was founded?"

More people joined in: "Hasn't the teacher who taught Baduanjin resigned?"

The people listening looked surprised.

"Are you excited?"

Most people think it doesn't matter. Anyway, it has little to do with them.
Chapter completed!