Chapter 52 Pretend Game

It's a pity that Song Ya didn't wait for her call, but waited for the start of school...

The day before school started, he visited Michelle first, and the photos developed.

"This one...hahaha..."

In the photo, the gray-haired Mandela bent over and supported the back of the chair with one hand, and Song Ya held the other hand in the crook of his arm. He turned his head slightly and was talking to Song Ya. The two looked at each other. There is a natural smile on the face, and under the light of the sunset, the overall picture is slightly flushed, but it can bring the viewer an appropriate sense of warmth.

"People who don't know will think you are his grandson!" Michelle handed the photo to Song Ya, laughing hard.

Song Ya is very satisfied with this photo. The staff member's photography skills are very poor, but this one hits the big luck. "Art often comes from inadvertently." Sun Qing' carefully put it into a yellow bag in the Kodak printing shop, "I also have to buy a frame to frame it." It will depend on it for applying to prestigious schools in the future.

He noticed that a picture of Michelle with Mandela had been framed, next to a picture of him with a young black man.

"Your boyfriend is very handsome."

He complimented casually, and took out another check for two thousand dollars, "According to my current income, it's time to start contributing to affirmative action." He put the check on Michelle's desk. That day at the airport, Michelle A small talk about his income reminded him, and after he came back, he discussed with Hayden a more appropriate figure.

"On behalf of the organization, I thank you, great composer."

Michelle smiled and pressed the beeper to let the staff come in to go through the formalities of accepting donations.

As soon as he got home, he put the photo in the frame he bought back along the way, and put it in the honor corner in the bedroom, where there is only a lonely plastic trophy for the best newcomer composition in March, or Daniel let a small magazine show it. Made up now...

But after the RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America) has confirmed the sales of second-hand stores and de Klerk, the peripheral awards of several platinum records will start to fill here.

Second-hand store double platinum has been stabilized, and is on the way to triple platinum, but the studio version of Old Joe and Little Lowry was a big setback, not only failed to pull back the billboard rankings to save buying momentum, but also made SBK lose confidence and canceled Release plans for follow-up dance remixes.

De Klerk has been on fire since the beginning of the month. At the end of the month, the sales volume has surpassed the million-line platinum record. The current sales momentum and billboard rankings have dropped slightly. Come warm up. But this song also has flaws. Many radio stations and public places are not suitable for broadcasting, and the audience is also somewhat narrow.

Then there will be various music awards for the 1990 annual summary at the end of the year and the beginning of next year, which may also add some glory to Song Ya's honor corner, but he still can't take care of those. Many awards need to spend a lot of energy and financial public relations , we can only wait and see how active SBK is.

He also picked out the most satisfying photo of that South African sweet girl, and put it in the "book can say no".

After a good night's sleep, Aunt Susie drove him and Emily to the new school early the next morning.

"Bye..." At the door, I separated from Emily, who was wearing a brand-new school uniform, and walked to a different grade. Song Ya's mental age made him not like wearing school uniforms, and he still wore ordinary T-shirts and jeans.

When I walked into the high school, I didn't know each other for the first time, so I randomly found a passing white girl and asked, "Excuse me, do you know the tenth grade..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a strong force came from behind, knocking him forward, and then someone leaned into his ear and whispered: "Stay away from my girl, NGer..."

It's really unlucky, I didn't expect that in this carefully selected new school, I still couldn't escape the campus bullying, he smiled helplessly in his heart,

A tall, white boy wearing a football team uniform appeared in front of him. Well, he was from the football team...Huh? white people?

Now the problem is serious, who gave the white people the right to call NGer? It seems that I have been discriminated against for the second time after time travel.

He froze.

"This kid was scared stupid by you, Brad!" The little follower next to the white boy laughed when he saw Song Ya's reaction.

"Stay away from her!" The white football player named Brad repeated the warning, and triumphantly walked into a classroom in front of the girl with his arms in his arms.

Song Ya waited for a long time before recovering. He was not cowardly, just now... the third apocalypse came suddenly.

The strange thing is that this time it is not a song, but a two-minute movie... It seems to be a fragment of a certain movie.

He stood on the spot and thought about it carefully several times, then grinned at the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"cough!"

He cleared his throat first, trying to make his voice sound a bit thicker, then he put his schoolbag in his hand and adjusted his appearance against the glass of the bulletin board, then walked into the room with big strides. classroom.

"Haha, he came to trouble you, Brad!" The servant saw Song Ya come in, and screamed strangely.

"Give him courage." Brad, who was sitting in the back row, chewed his gum with a nonchalant expression, completely meaningless.

Song Ya stood at the door, pouted, and looked around the entire classroom.

Before the class bell rang, men and women gathered in groups of three or four, chatting about their own affairs.

He walked to the podium and put his schoolbag under the podium.

Pick up the chalk.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and raised his hand to start writing on the blackboard.

'Tap tatap...' The chalk rubbed against the blackboard to make a rhythmic sound, Mr. Song, the words were written very large.

"Ah oh..."

The servant who was still arrogant just now muttered in a low voice, returned to his seat, slid down against the chair, and sat lower and lower.

This time it was Brad's turn to be stunned.

After writing a few strokes, Song Ya turned around and looked at the classroom, "Quiet! Everyone!" He shouted loudly.

The students stopped talking and looked at him.

"Please call me Mr. song! It's not the song from the music! It's my Chinese surname, Song!"

He remembered that the first class in the timetable was mathematics. He took out the mathematics textbook from his schoolbag, flipped through it and paced the aisle between the desks, "This semester, I will teach you mathematics! Everyone go back to their seats, Sit down for me!"

"But...classes haven't started yet?" A girl protested in a low voice.

"Don't talk nonsense with me! I came to this school to clean up your loose style of study! Whoever is naughty with me, I will invite his parents to the school. I never joke! Sit down! Start now Class! Sit down! Now!"

With a whoosh, all the children returned to their seats.

"Turn the tenth grade textbook to the first page!"

There was a sound of flipping the book.

"Sorry, what's your name?" Song Ya walked quickly, came behind Breed, and asked loudly in his ear.

"B... Brad." The football team blushed and stuttered in fright.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly, speak up, what's your name?"

"Brad...I'm sorry."

"Louder!"

"Brad!"

"Brad, huh? Why don't you come to the front!"

Song Ya pulled his jersey collar and slipped all the way to the podium.

The strong man half a head taller than him is now as good as a kitten.

Song Ya squeezed hard in his hand and turned him around half a circle on the spot, facing his classmates.

"In front of the class, read the first verse of chapter one!"

"Chapter 1...Chapter 1, Triangle..." Brad began to recite.

The whole class laughed at his embarrassment.

At this time, the class bell rang, and an old white lady stood at the door, "Excuse me, is this the tenth grade?" She saw Song Ya, stepped back and checked the class sign before asking.

Song Ya picked up the schoolbag under the podium, and silently found Zhang Kong's desk to sit down.

The whole class stared back and forth between him and the old lady outside, and there was a deathly silence.

Brad first looked at him blankly, then looked at the teacher outside the door, and finally realized something. The expression on his face mixed with anger and embarrassment was really wonderful.