Chapter Twenty-Three: I Can Speak Authentic American Language!

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At 7 o'clock, Liu Meng was still ready to get up, Meimei slept for a while, and only felt refreshed.

In the early morning of the ice city, the sun came out very early, at 7 o'clock, the sun was already a little strong, and the stars shone on the young man's body through the thin slits of the curtains, and he couldn't help but smell the smell of the sun, and suddenly felt full of strength.

Yesterday's explosion filled him with a sense of accomplishment and made him want to work hard.

Decisively lifted the quilt, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and ran to the stadium.

After running 5 laps and looking at the time, Liu Meng was really a little stunned, and at the same time whistled excitedly, tactfully and melodiously. The running level has increased a lot, and a lap of 4oo meters is less than a minute, and the endurance is also quite good.

The single parallel bars of the push-up, push-ups, one breath did a hundred, there is still some spare strength, the students who ran by saw a teenager as fast as a strip twisting his waist to lean down and stand up, all of them were shocked, this is too awesome.

At this moment, I was excited, and the training time was longer.

When I returned to the dormitory, I saw the boss and they rushed to go to math class, and then I thought that there was a math class early in the morning.

Tidy up before going out, although the dress is relatively simple and slightly shabby, but it should also be kept neat and tidy.

By the time he rushed to the classroom, Mr. Kong Jidao had already arrived, and he was looking at his classmates' homework, frowning, which made him a little puzzled.

Every time, almost all of the students were able to do it, which is very abnormal.

Yesterday, Zheng Zhong's kid called him and told him that there is a child in the electrical department who has a very good mathematical talent, so it shouldn't be that this kid makes it every time he makes it for other classmates to copy.

It's just that Zheng Zhong didn't say who it was, Kong Jidao glanced at Zheng Wen, this little girl was sitting obediently, and Gu Pan who was sitting next to him, he had also seen it in private. What Zheng Zhong won't say is his own daughter, this girl has been smart and clever since she was a child, but it's not impossible.

Kong Jidao looked at the class for less than ten minutes, and Zheng Wen happened to be in the first row, walked over, and said, "Zheng Wen, how do you feel about doing an exercise book?"

Zheng Wen didn't expect Teacher Kong to come over to talk to her, and she didn't think of what to say for a while, so she was stunned for a moment, and said respectfully: "Teacher Kong's questions are very level, and each question requires a deep understanding to be answered. ā€

"Oh, yes, I just read the exercise book you did, and each question is a standard answer, is your father guiding you?" Kong Jidao looked at Zheng Wen with some playfulness.

"What's the matter, I did it all at school, and I only went home on weekends, he didn't see it at all, it was all discussed and done by a few of our classmates, and it was easy for a person's thinking to enter a dead end. Zheng Wen hurriedly argued.

"Oh, how many classmates, which classmates are they?" Kong Jidao asked with great interest.

Zheng Wen was embarrassed, "Just me and Gu Pan, and Liu Meng, just him." ā€

As he was talking, Liu Meng rushed in, and when he saw Gu Pan sitting there, there was no one in the seat next to him, so he ran over and sat down panting.

Kong Jidao was very strange to look at this sweaty young man who ran in, he was not tall, and he was a little thin, this Zheng Wen and Gu Pan were very normal together, they were two girls with eyes above the top, this young man could be added, it must be good.

"Hello Mr. Kong. Liu Meng said hello, for Mr. Kong, he still respects from the bottom of his heart, judging from the annual renovation of the exercise book, he is a very great professor, rigorous in his studies, very admirable.

Liu Meng sat down, Gu Pan carefully and quietly handed over a carton of milk and bread from under the seat, and when Liu Meng took it, he accidentally even held her hand together.

The greasy little hands are not slender and boneless, they have a fleshy feeling, and they are really soft.

Teacher Kong was still standing in front, Gu Pan's face blushed, and he twitched his hand, Liu Meng was worried that the milk would fall to the ground, so he had to add some strength to grab it.

"What is your name, young man? Why haven't I seen you before. Kong Jidao asked Liu Meng.

Liu Meng was a little embarrassed, but the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he said honestly: "Teacher Kong, my name is Liu Meng, this, I rarely came to class before, and there are always some delays." ā€

Kong Jidao did not express his displeasure because he said this, but was more interested, students who never went to class, Zheng Wen and Gu Pan such arrogant girls could still do exercises with him, which in itself shows that this Liu Meng is unique.

"So, you're all self-taught, how does it feel to do the workbook?"

"It's very good, the knowledge points are very comprehensive, the exercise set is completed, there are no blind spots in that part of the knowledge points, and I feel that no matter how the question is made, it will be done, and everything will not be separated from it. Liu Meng told the truth, those questions came out very well.

Zheng Wen and Gu Pan also nodded yes, they could also perceive that these exercises were indeed very good, but they were not as profound as Liu Meng's understanding, Liu Meng was talking about the feeling in their hearts.

Kong Jidao was a little excited in his heart, just like seeing a piece of white jade, most of those who like to engage in mathematics are a little "weird", and then the bell for class also rang, "Wen girl, take some time this week to come to my house with Pan Yatou and Liu Meng." ā€

After saying goodbye to Zheng Wen, Kong Jidao returned to the podium and started the class.

Zheng Wen nodded in agreement, thinking, where is this invitation, it is clearly an order, and those who engage in mathematics are all in this style.

Gu Pan whispered to Liu Meng: "If you don't let go, I'll pinch it." ā€

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid that the milk will fall to the ground", Liu Meng took his other hand underneath and let go of his hand.

"What are you two muttering?" Zheng Wen tilted her head to look over and whispered.

Gu Pan was a little shy, and hurriedly said, "What do you say, listen carefully to the class." ā€

Liu Meng looked at Gu Pan's cold side face, sighed in his heart, why did he make her angry again, holding bread and milk in his hand, he felt a warmth in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but include Gu Pan in the ranks of relatives and friends.

During the break in class, Zheng Wen pulled Gu Pan to the toilet, and Liu Meng wanted to explain again, but he didn't find a chance.

Kong Jidao wanted to chat with Liu Meng during the recess, but a few students came over to ask questions, so he had to give up and answer them very seriously for a few students.

In the second half of the class, Gu Pan didn't give Liu Meng any good looks, and he was really angry when he thought about it.

Looking at her tense pretty face, Liu Meng was secretly a little anxious, he really didn't mean to take advantage of her, and then connected the incident of the grove last time, he must be the image of a big villain in her mind, and he didn't run!

The math class was finally over, Zheng Wen and Gu Pan left in a hurry, and Liu Meng still didn't find a chance to explain.

Next is the damn English class, Liu Meng suddenly became listless, the teacher of this English class, Yang Yun, is a **, with excess energy, and class is torment.

This is not a class in a multimedia room today, the most important test of listening and speaking, basically you need to listen to a paragraph to answer questions, this kind of class, Liu Meng usually retreats to the back, pretending to be dead.

Yang Yun looked at Liu Meng, who was sitting like an old monk at the end, and was very unhappy, she had a very deep impression of this student, she remembered him when she took the grading exam, she thought that this kid was a talent, but she didn't expect these classes, and asked him to get up and answer a few times, but he was stunned and said that he didn't understand.

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, what can be done, I thought with chagrin in my heart, the midterm exam that will start soon will definitely give him a failure, see if he knows if he is in a hurry, he despises the authority of this teacher too much.

Yang Yun hit Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

A glance swept away, and now Liu Meng's eyes were simply closed in class today, this is the rhythm of sleeping in class, very dissatisfied, and shouted in her high-pitched voice: "Liu Meng, what does this material explain just now, why did the author grow a lot of blueberries?"

Of course, this is said in English.

Liu Meng was immersed in the context of this material, and when he heard the teacher calling himself, he tilted his body, stood up and said, this was ten minutes, without pause.

Speaking so much standard American English, Liu Meng exhaled deeply, and seemed to spit out so many years of depression.

English listening and speaking, but the pain in his heart, he used to study so hard, I don't know how many times I have watched the classic American drama "friends", I can remember most of the lines, Voa doesn't know how much I have memorized, and new concepts can almost be memorized backwards, but I just can't learn listening and speaking well.

I can't understand it, I can't say it.

And as soon as he was in class today, after listening to a piece of material, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be a shortage of boards in his mind to make up for it, so much accumulation was integrated at that moment, and he was very excited in his heart, so he closed his eyes and listened carefully, so as to confirm that he really understood.

Until Yang Yun suddenly called him, without thinking about it, he didn't want to stop this exit, and those words that were pressed in his heart went straight out, if Yang Yun hadn't shouted to stop, he would have wanted to talk about a whole class.

It's such a cool feeling!

Yang Yun looked at this student in a daze, this English is really too smooth, even American slang is so smooth, she dares to say, this guy is probably better than what the foreign teacher said.

A person with such a good English, why would he be so sensational during the exam, Yang Yun couldn't figure it out, and she was also a little ashamed, so she naturally got this student into her ordinary class.

In a class, Yang Yun had some worries, she felt that she had done something wrong.

During a class, Liu Meng was also dizzy, thinking that he was not dreaming. As soon as class ended, he rushed straight to the stadium and shouted English into the empty field.

Shouting and shouting, his eyes were slightly moist.

No one could understand his mood at this time.

A scholar, but he has not been able to learn English listening and speaking, if it weren't for the strict English subject, he could easily be admitted to the first awesome Mizuki University in Huaxia.

If it weren't for the shortcomings of English listening and speaking, he would probably go abroad for further study and then return to China to stay in school.

This is the mountain he has always wanted to conquer but has never been able to conquer.

He also fantasized about the day when he would be able to speak English as fluently as his mother tongue.

After so many years, he has given up, but he didn't expect that now, he really did it.

After running around the stadium for a while, he gradually calmed down, and if he hadn't experienced something like this, he wouldn't have been able to understand this feeling.

At the end, Liu Meng laughed indulgently, which was really cool.

In the afternoon, Liu Meng didn't do anything, just took the computer, bought a few boxes of American drama plates, removed the subtitles, nested in a corner of the stadium, and watched it all afternoon.

What you watch is not the plot, but loneliness.

It wasn't until the computer was out of power prompt, and I glanced at the lower right that I woke up violently, today is the 26th, and the mobile phone number has not been reached.

I cĒŽo, scolded, packed up the computer, hurried to the business hall, it was almost 5 o'clock, and I don't know if it was closed.