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109,109(2/2)

There were not many people on this bus. Several parents glanced at Pei Yizhou. The children were shy and did not raise their hands.

In the silence, a voice sounded.

"Teacher, teacher, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

The teacher smiled and pointed to the back row: "Come first, Mr. Fu Ze."

The little fat man struggled to squeeze away from his mother beside him, swung his little butt and walked forward, speaking loudly in a childish voice: "I will sing a song for everyone, the name of the song is "Little Duck"."

Then he started singing.

The tone cannot be said to be standard, it is simply not in tune at all.

But he sang seriously and showed no stage fright at all. The parents and children in the seats were finally made to laugh by Fu Ze, and the laughter echoed throughout the carriage, successfully breaking the previously stiff atmosphere.

"Teacher, I've finished singing." Fu Ze bowed politely and suddenly said, "I just heard Mo Mo say that he wanted to play the piano. Teacher, can Mo Mo come up next?"

Fu Ze's eyes were full of eagerness, and the teacher couldn't refuse, so he looked at An Zimo's position tenderly: "Mo Mo, are you willing to come up and perform?"

"Yes, yes! Momo is willing!"

"Teacher, it's just Mo Mo!"

Pei Yan started to cheer, and he cheered along, and the other children also followed suit, clapping and screaming in a chaotic mess.

An Zimo couldn't help but rolled his eyes again. It wasn't until he stood up with the harmonica that the surrounding area gradually became quiet.

The teacher bent down and put the microphone to his mouth, and immediately noticed the harmonica in his hand: "Is Mo Mo going to perform a harmonica show for us?"

"No." An Zimo didn't give the teacher any face, and said expressionlessly, "I'll perform for my mother, and you can listen to it."

The teacher looked embarrassed: "..." So they were just dropping by.

An Xiang also slowly covered her face, her son... is really good at talking!!

"Then, what is Momo going to perform for mom?"

"Letter to Mother by Richard Clayderman." An Zimo held the harmonica tightly and looked into An Xiang's eyes and said, "Now I want to play it for my mother."
Chapter completed!
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