The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

"Who will come first?" Meng Qinghao asked the two people on the stage with a light smile.

"I'll come first." Zhang Xiaoman said proudly, "teacher, I should represent the students who study well in the class. My former teacher's oral English is very good."

Then he looked at Gu Lingling with disdain.

A rural girl, don't speak English, she hasn't had much contact with foreign languages, okay?

Gu Lingling didn't bother to talk to Zhang Xiaoman until now. She simply didn't have a brain. She wondered how this product was admitted?

Or is her grades fake at all?

After all, in her previous life, she also heard many things like being replaced by others who did well in the exam.

But it's wrong to think about it again.

If this is to replace the person being replaced, why don't you hurry and quietly? Like Zhang Xiaoman, she talked about her second place all the way, for fear that others would not know that she did well in the exam.

"All right." Meng Qinghao met such a "confident" girl for the first time, but he was not angry. He smiled and said, "let's start with this classmate."

He asked directly in a foreign language.

Zhang Xiaoman was still smiling and proud, without any reaction.

Meng Qinghao said it again.

Zhang Xiaoman reacted, pointed to himself and said, "shall I go first?"

Meng Qinghao nodded and asked her again, "how did your foreign language teacher teach you?"

Zhang Xiaoman stared at Meng Qinghao with wide eyes. "Teacher, why did you say something different from what our teacher said?"

Why can't she understand?

"OK, classmate." Meng Qinghao smiled and nodded, "what did your teacher give you?"

He asked this sentence in three languages in a row, but Zhang Xiaoman was still confused. Finally, he said with a shy face, "Hey, Haifu swim, hurt Ye te?"

Meng Qinghao, "..."

Which national dialect do you speak? Forgive him for not understanding.

All the students under the stage, "..."

Confused face, is this Zhang Xiaoman suddenly possessed by something?

Only Gu Lingling, after experiencing the learning mode of 'Chinese English translation' in her previous life, reacted for a long time before she remembered the meaning of what she said.

"With... Classmate, can you say it again?" Meng Qinghao said with a smile, holding his heart.

Zhang Xiaoman said it again with great pride, and then said, "my spoken foreign language is very good by our teachers."

Meng Qinghao, "..."

Is this spoken English?

God, who can save his fragile heart.

He has also been exposed to the method of reading English marked in Chinese before, but no one is so confident that his spoken English is good.

Who gave the courage?

If Gu Lingling knew Meng Qinghao's thoughts, she would say that she was a woman surnamed Liang.

"Are you... Like her?" Meng Qinghao asked Gu Lingling weakly.

Gu Lingling shook her head with a smile.

Of course it's different.

"Well... Can you say a few words?" Meng Qinghao asked weakly.

Gu Lingling asked him in a foreign language, what did he say?

Meng Qinghao looked at her happily.

Finally, I don't feel like crying just now.

Then, the two people began to talk to each other on the platform.

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaoman said impatiently, glancing at Gu Lingling again, "don't think you can drop anything if you look good..."

The voice was very low, but Meng Qinghao stood by and naturally heard it.

"What are we talking about?" Meng Qinghao looked down at the students sitting below, "students, this is a foreign language."

"Gu Lingling's oral English, in my opinion, is very authentic and standard."