Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

The next day, Duanmu Baolian called Zhou Zhengguo at nine o'clock in the morning, and then passed the text on the sun bottle to him, asking him if he could translate it. However, Zhou Zhengguo could still translate ancient Chinese literature, pre-Qin Zhongdingwen and so on. All of a sudden, he didn't know anything about ancient Egyptian writing.

Then Duanmu Baolian made a special trip to Professor Gu's side. Professor Gu wore presbyopic glasses and looked at it all morning. Finally, he replied that he had never seen this kind of writing before, and asked her if she could leave the photo for him. Do your research.

Duanmu Baolian naturally didn't say anything, left a photo, and said goodbye to Professor Gu, and Professor Gu also said that if there was news, he would call her immediately.

Duanmu Baolian agreed in her mouth, but she was a little disappointed in her heart.

In Jinling, she knew Zhou Zhengguo and Professor Gu, two people who knew ancient Chinese, but these two obviously had no clues at all. She wanted to translate or find some clues, unless it was a coincidence.

After lunch, she wanted to take a nap, but unexpectedly received a call from Zhou Zhengguo.

"Baolian!" On the phone, Zhou Zhengguo's voice was still so hooligan that Duanmu Baolian couldn't figure it out. He is the president of Jinling University, a well-educated Confucian, how could he speak with such a hooligan voice?Of course, his behavior is also very rogue.

In comparison, Sun Wuye is an out-and-out hooligan boss. In Zhou Zhengguo's words, this person is ignorant, but this person, whether it is talking or doing things on weekdays, looks like a knowledgeable person. molecular.

"I really don't understand ancient Egyptian." Zhou Zhengguo said seriously, "But I know that there is a person in Jinling City who may understand it."

"Who?" Duanmu Baolian hurriedly asked, if she could translate the text behind the sun bottle, then, presumably, she could know the specific age, function and so on of the sun bottle.

"Jinling Middle School has an old-fashioned English teacher, she understands." Zhou Zhengguo said.

"Old-fashioned English teacher?" Duanmu Baolian suddenly felt something was wrong... Could it be that that old-fashioned English teacher is Mrs. Wu?

"Her name is Wu Yi—Yi, who is happy and happy." Zhou Zhengguo said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask for her mobile phone number for you."

"No need!" Duanmu Baolian sighed, it really was that old lady Wu.

"What's wrong?" On the phone, Zhou Zhengguo could feel the little girl sighing, "Little girl, can't she be your English teacher?"

"Let me tell you, Master Zhou, you don't want to carry any pot without opening it." Duanmu Baolian said with a sad face, "If I had known, even if I didn't learn English, I wouldn't say such a word."

"What did you say?" Zhou Zhengguo was really curious.

Duanmu Baolian thought for a while. She knew that Mrs. Wu had always hated her as a student. Really, she recognized those students who had worked hard and failed to learn. However, she obviously didn't want to Learning, the teacher naturally hates this kind of students who are not diligent and studious.

Even because of this reason, Mrs. Wu didn't give her a bad look. Since she was the class teacher, she even felt sad on purpose - Duanmu Baolian also knew that she was doing it for her own good, so that she could focus on English and study hard. , making progress every day, but for some reason, she dislikes English, so she has never studied hard.