Wearing a dark windbreaker, he slowly walked out of the auditorium, without any extra action, and also attracted everyone's attention.

  On behalf of the drill, he smiled at the figure and sang harder.

  Shu Cheng took off the black mask that covered his face, and exposed that exquisite face under the light of the director.

  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

  The auditorium.

   "Why is he? How can the biggest liar in history dare to appear?!"

   "That's right! Why did he come? He is the teacher that the drill has always said?"

   "No wonder I feel that the more I look at the drill, the more unpleasant? His arrogant look is exactly the same as Shu Cheng's."

  Tutor's seat.

  Zhou Ziqian stood up all at once.

  It's really him, he's back.

  Until the end of the song on behalf of the drill, Zhou Ziqian walked up to Shu Cheng and handed him the microphone for fear that Shu Cheng would run away.

  Shu Cheng looked at Zhou Ziqian, “Why haven’t you seen you in three years, how old are you so much?”

  Zhou Ziqian stared straight at Shu Cheng, "What happened three years ago?"

   Shu Cheng was silent for a moment.

  Zhou Ziqian saw that Shu Cheng was reluctant to bring it up, so he did not bring up the topic again.

   "The person you teach is still the same as you, the same show, whether it is strength or character." Zhou Ziqian said while looking at the drill on stage.

  Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows, "I am not that skinny, I can't do things like this without a mentor."

  Zhou Ziqian shrugged and said: "This is not necessarily true."

  Shu Cheng walked onto the stage step by step, even the instructor seat in the auditorium was full of mocking voices.

  Three years ago, she was not afraid.

  Three years later, what fear does she have?

  The one standing on the stage is as brilliant as a teenager three years ago.

"I am back."

  Simple four words, no one in the audience has any surprises, but more cheers.

  Shu Cheng smiled carelessly, and it was not the first time she was questioned and ridiculed. For so many years, facing countless teachers' education all day long, she had long been used to being ridiculed.

  Shu Cheng can tolerate, but it does not mean that the drill can tolerate it.

   He clenched his fists and held the microphone, "No one can slander him, I don’t allow anyone to slander him, he is the king on stage!"

  Shu Cheng stretched out her head and touched Daizuan’s head, “Don’t blow up the hairs of the kids.”

  The drill was very helpless: "Teacher, I'm talking serious here."

  Shu Cheng nodded seriously, "Am I not serious?"

  On behalf of the drill: "..." Yes, very strong.

  ……

  Tutor's seat.

  Wu Weidong frowned.

  Three years ago, it was Shu Cheng's era. As long as he is there, any albums of others have no value.

  Where he is, he is the king!

  After that incident, many people in the industry breathed a sigh of relief. After three years, what did he come back for? What is he doing now?

  It’s nothing, what does he come back for?

  Do you think you can really wash it off?

   "Shu Cheng?" Wu Weidong pretended to be questioning.

  Shu Cheng took the microphone in his hand and stood there lazily, creating a landscape of its own.

   "On behalf of the drill, no one is qualified to be his teacher except you. What do you think about this?" Wu Weidong's tone was full of sarcasm. Wasn't it exposed three years ago? Shu Cheng is a liar, but he has no talent at all.

  Daizuan frowned and glared at Wu Weidong.

  "What do I need to see?" Shu Cheng chuckled lightly, "He said nothing wrong!"