Chapter Seventy-Two: Debate Contest (for @小bowl instant noodles 10,000 rewards plus 2)

"Qiankun, you can come up with the question!" Teacher Zhang said directly to Zhao Qiankun, without giving Zheng Ye a chance at all.

Zhao Qiankun smiled: "Okay, since you just came to the English corner, then, let's make it simpler!"

"The title is called: A warrior is a reckless man after all, and he can't talk to a wise man at all!"

"I'm the positive, you're the negative!"

Zhao Qiankun already knew that Zheng was also a little strong when He Tianxiong was beaten into a vegetative state when the eight people were beaten into a vegetative state, and the taekwondo dojo defeated Cui Minjun and the powerful King Kong leg on the football field yesterday, which confirmed the rumors that Zheng also went to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts.

Therefore, he deliberately disgusted Zheng Ye, thinking that he was a reckless man, so what if he could fight?

Then, without waiting for Zheng Ye to respond, he proudly began to explain this point of view in fluent English.

First of all, take modern society as an example, those boxers and martial artists are just everyone's playthings, and everyone treats them like clowns.

Later, taking ancient times as an example, no matter how high Guan Yu's force was, he was still resourceful after all, and his head was cut off.

Lu Bu was the first person to use force, but he was played by a group of strategists between applause.

He spoke for five minutes, as fluent as he did in Chinese.

attracted a group of classmates to give a thumbs up.

Even Xia Xueqi, who doesn't have a good impression of Zhao Qiankun, admires his skills in spoken English.

"Hey, there are too many unfairness in this world, like Zhao Qiankun, who has often been integrated with the Chinese society since he was a child, English is like Chinese speaking Chinese to him, he doesn't even need to put in any effort, he can easily beat rural classmates of the same age, or those with poor family conditions.

Even, those rural classmates may work ten times harder than him to learn English, but they are not as good as him, which may be winning at the starting line!"

After Zhao Qiankun finished speaking, he smiled lightly, and finally looked at Zheng Ye.

The other students also looked at Zheng Ye, but they all shook their heads slightly.

With Zhao Qiankun's fluency and standard pronunciation, in fact, the right and wrong of the argument is meaningless.

After all, it's the place to practice your spoken English pronunciation.

At this point, Zhao Qiankun can basically crush all the classmates here.

Just when Zhao Qiankun was thinking about how to find an excuse to make an appointment with Xia Xueqi for the evening.

Suddenly.

A standard can no longer be standard, and the tone and tone of voice can no longer be pure, and the English voice can no longer be pure.

"They're just not strong enough!

When a person's strength is extremely strong, any conspiracy and trickery in his eyes is just like a clown jumping off the beam!

Let you change in a thousand ways, I will break it by myself!

The strong sharpen their minions,

The weak have exhausted their wit,

I don't blame you for being mean,

Because

You're so weak!"

Suddenly, everyone looked at the source of this voice!

Zheng Ye!

Oh my God, this is comparable to the perfect dubbing in classic European and American movies!

How could this intonation and sense of rhythm come from the mouth of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Chinese high school student?

Besides, he's just a poor boy in the suburbs!

Didn't he go to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts for a few years?

Could it be that English is also taught in Shaolin Temple now?

Zhao Qiankun's smile froze on his face.

A group of classmates were all shocked.

However, among all the people on the scene, the most shocked was Xia Xueqi.

Judging from her experience of studying abroad for four years, Zheng Ye's pronunciation and grammar and slang just now are the most primitive and classic English that is still continuing in the upper echelons of the aristocracy!

How could he?

Moreover, he speaks so fluently.

The pronunciation of each syllable is simply better than the top announcers in Europe and the United States, and it has completely exceeded the rating of the special eight.

Oh my God, is he the aristocratic prince of the Western world?

Everyone looked at Zheng Ye in shock, and this picture was frozen at this moment.

After half ringing.

"Bang Bang!"

There was warm applause at the scene!

"This student, I am very happy to be able to practice speaking with you in an English corner, please give me more advice in the future,"

"Hello classmate, can you guide me in pronunciation?"

"Hello, hello, how can I practice an elegant and standard pronunciation like yours?"

In an instant, almost all the students rushed up and gathered around Zheng Ye to ask questions about English pronunciation.

"How the hell do you have such a pure pronunciation?" Zhao Qiankun finally couldn't help it, and looked at Zheng Ye incredulously.

"How do you have it?" Zheng also chuckled and did not answer him.

In the past five years, he has been dealing with the oldest and most top-level Western world, and it will not be difficult!

"This ...... No, it's impossible, how can you have a more standard pronunciation than mine? Have you ever been to the United States? Do you have a group of friends from the United States? You, you're just imitating the pronunciation in the movie, right?" Zhao Qiankun couldn't accept this result.

Seeing Zhao Qiankun's appearance, Teacher Zhang immediately cleared his throat and said loudly: "Hmph! Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog, students, listen to me, don't learn from his superficial articles."

Everyone still learns from Zhao Qiankun, and his pronunciation is the standard. Well, this debate competition is over, and Zhao Qiankun wins!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

The classmates and Xia Xueqi were stunned, this Teacher Zhang is too shameless, right?

The difference that anyone can hear, he is still brazen in saying things against his will, no wonder he has spoken English all his life, and he still has such a thick accent.

The most important thing is that Zhao Qiankun won without even a result in the debate competition, what is this?

You slapped the principal's ass, can you not be so obvious?

However, everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, who made Mr. Zhang old and senior?

"Teacher Zhang, isn't your result a little ......" Xia Xueqi couldn't help it and asked out loud.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't I represent the authority of our school?"

"This!" Xia Xueqi had nothing to say, Teacher Zhang was shameless to this point, he had already raised his qualifications, and there was no result anymore.

The point is that winning or losing is not a big problem, isn't it just a meal?

Xia Xueqi frowned helplessly, but she gave Zheng Ye a thumbs up!

Zheng Ye's performance today surprised her.

Zheng didn't care at all about winning or losing this kind of children's trick, and he didn't even look at Teacher Zhang.

Just when everyone was helpless to accept this unfair result.

"Holdon!" (etc.)

Suddenly, a pure and somewhat vicissitudes of voice sounded.

At this time, everyone suddenly realized that there was a foreign old man about sixty or seventy years old standing up in the back seat.

The foreigner spoke very respectfully, but insisted on the principle: "Sorry to disturb everyone's study, but I was very surprised by the result just now, this gentleman's pronunciation does have the local taste of our country, which is very good." He first pointed at Zhao Qiankun and said.

Then he pointed to Zheng Ye and said: "However, this gentleman's pronunciation has reached an extremely high level, even if it is me, I am ashamed."

So, I can't understand the verdict just now. ”

Teacher Zhang and Zhao Qiankun both looked at him with extreme disgust, St. Peter's is located in the downtown business district, and foreigners often come to walk and exercise, they are not surprised.

Teacher Zhang said even more disdainfully: "Do you mean yes? Do you represent the truth? Can you represent authority?"

"Truth, authority, oh God, this ...... How can I represent, I'm just telling the truth. The foreigner still said sincerely, and his posture was very low.

"Hmph, since you can't represent, then don't speak, I, Zhang Haisheng, am the English authority of St. Peter's School, and I don't accept rebuttal!" Zhang Haisheng is very confident, after all, he is on the same path as the principal.

"What are you talking about? Oh my God, are all the teachers in this school like you? It's incredible......" The foreigner looked at Zhang Haisheng in surprise.

"What's the matter? Hmph! You are not welcome here, please leave!" Zhang Haisheng pursed his lips and gave the order to evict the guests.

At this moment, a group of people came from the direction of the administrative building.

"Mr. Stephen, we're still worried that you're lost, haha, I didn't expect you to be able to find our school's special English corner, how about it?

At the same time, Zhang Haisheng's face changed instantly.

Because he saw that there were several acquaintances in this line!

The first one is the principal Zhao Mingde, who actually walked at the back of the group.

The second is a shareholder of St. Peter's School, who is smiling and talking to the foreigner just now!