Song Baojun said unhurriedly: "Guodong, you take five steps forward, stop in front of the dressing mirror, and see what kind of person you look like." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Although Ma Guodong felt as if he was being teased by his military brother, he still walked over hard, looked at the dressing mirror, and said, "I think I look good." ”

"You have a roe deer, a short body, a bulging belly, and a long one, okay?" Song Baojun sneered while smoking a cigarette: "The boys in our class are basically like this, their appearance is not good, and their wealth is not obvious, including me." "What he said was to ignore the No. 1 handsome guy Long Ya, otherwise he wouldn't be able to say it completely.

"W-So what?" Ma Guodong began to look ashamed of himself.

Song Baojun walked to the window to look at the outside scenery, and said lightly: "Because we are not handsome, we have always been unable to compete with handsome guys and beautiful men in this era when appearance is everything." They don't have to take the initiative to have girls chasing after them, and we go to great lengths to pursue love only in exchange for a sentence of 'we are not suitable'. But I never thought that good looks could dominate the future, talent was the most important thing for a man. Handsome guys and beauties will eventually get old and decay, and talent will never fade. ”

Everyone obviously agreed, and they all nodded violently.

Song Baojun said: "It is true that the quality of the appearance can determine the beauty of the environment, but the brain can promote social development." Wouldn't it be good for us to go to the lecture scene to show off our talents? We have something to prove that we are no worse than the handsome guys. And those smart girls naturally see how good we are. ”

Ma Guodong, Tan Qingkai and others hurriedly applauded: "Brother Jun simply said that we are in our hearts." ”

At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Yihui was already looking forward to the entrance of the No. 4 auditorium on the West Campus.

A poster at the entrance is a full-color poster of the public talk. The production is very exquisite, in the middle is the big portrait of Professor Ferdinand, a middle-aged foreigner with fluffy hair and a beard, and below are the guests who participated in the speech at the same time, all of whom are language professional tutors of the school.

The promotional text is in English, and there is a small row of Chinese translations below: "Why is English the best language on the planet?" Professor Exxon Ferdnan of the University of Brinton in New York, USA, will explain to you on the spot. All students and teachers are welcome to come and listen to the voice of wisdom. On November 5, 2016, the Office of English Studies of the School of Foreign Languages announced. ”

Mr. Jiang was carrying two bags, one was his belongings, the other was a laptop, and he was holding a thick stack of materials in his hand, like a fully armed soldier who was about to go to the front line.

A voice that is neither yin nor yang next to him smiled and said, "Teacher Jiang, who are you waiting for?" Today I specially arranged a special seat for you in the front row, have you found a rescuer?"

Jiang Yihui looked back, and the woman in front of her was wearing heavy makeup, a suit and a skirt, dressed very carefully, and her face had a hint of postpartum puffiness. A folder in her left hand, a mobile phone in her right hand, and a provocative look in her eyes are none other than her former rival, Fang Xiaoying, a teacher in the English department.

The two were originally good friends, and they have always been called Ah Hui Ah Hui, but after falling out, they changed to a formal and indifferent title like "Teacher Jiang".

"What rescuers don't save soldiers. Jiang Yihui said angrily: "I'm here today to hear what advanced theories you have." ”

Fang Xiaoying said lightly: "Then you should admit that English is more advanced than Chinese." ”

Jiang Yihui said: "If you feel that Chinese is not good, you can speak without Chinese." ”

Fang Xiaoying raised her eyebrows: "I'm just discussing the academic merits, please don't be excited." As for what language I speak, it's my freedom. ”

Jiang Yihui didn't want to quarrel, but couldn't help but say: "Chinese characters have a history of more than 3,000 years......"

Fang Xiaoying immediately interrupted her: "Okay, let's leave this to Professor Ferdinand in the lecture hall." Don't you find it annoying to keep talking like this?"

Jiang Yihui held her breath and saw a group of people walking in the distance.

With his suit jacket open and cigarette butts in his mouth, he walked swaggeringly, talking loudly in a bunch, occasionally mixed with a few swear words, not like the college students on campus, but like the thugs who don't do good things on the street. Especially the boy in the middle who was surrounded by everyone, wearing a hand-knitted sweater with a dirty and silly style, and the four big words of provoking right and wrong were written on his face, as if he was a bully who had just been released in prison.

Several students from the School of Foreign Languages avoided them when they saw their unkind looks.

When Jiang Yihui saw them, he actually had the feeling that the people in the disaster area were looking forward to the people's soldiers, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Song Baojun, I'm here!"

Fang Xiaoying snorted a few times in a row, and said disdainfully: "Teacher Jiang, this is the person you are waiting for?

"Teacher Jiang, this old woman is the famous courtesan teacher of this school?" Song Baojun had already shouted loudly before he could walk in front of him.

Fang Xiaoying's swollen face immediately turned black as the bottom of a pot.

Courtesans seem to have a positive connotation in most occasions in today's society, but in the final analysis, they are still derogatory. What does it mean? Women who are active in the social arena are mainly interested in pleasing men.

As soon as Song Baojun opened his mouth, he said that Teacher Fang was a courtesan and an old woman, and he was really open-mouthed.

Jiang Yihui unconsciously had a little more affection for him, and said with a smile: "The speech is ready to start, let's hurry in." ”

Fang Xiaoying said angrily: "Teacher Jiang, this is the student you teach? It's simply uneducated! No wonder you can't go to the Chinese department that has no future! You will definitely not find a job in the future and become social garbage!"

Song Baojun leaned at her and said, "Teacher Jiang, this is your colleague, is he too ugly!

Behind him, a bunch of otaku brotherhoods each giggled, only laughing so much that Fang Xiaoying's face turned from red to white, from white to blue, stomped her foot fiercely, and said, "The surname is Jiang, you remember it for me!" angrily walked towards the auditorium.

Jiang Yihui pursed her lips and said pretending to be serious: "Song Baojun, how can you say such a teacher?

"Teacher Jiang, you misunderstood, I didn't feel like a good person at first glance. ”

"Alright, don't think I don't know where you're getting to get all that nonsense. Let's go in together. ”

Auditorium No. 4 is more than twice as small as the last auditorium where the October Gala was held, with a rostrum to the east, which can only accommodate seven or eight hundred spectators, and there is no second floor. But the interior decoration, stage design, lighting, and sound equipment are all top-notch.

Behind the rostrum, there is a dark red curtain, an American Stars and Stripes on the left, and a Chinese five-star red flag on the right. In the middle are a few large bold letters: "What is so good about English?--Academic Symposium of Professor Exxon Ferdinand of the University of Brinton in New York, USA", and below is the English translation.

In the middle, a platform more than half a person high, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, is in the shape of an inverted trapezoid, and a red carpet extends all the way to the aisle, which is a bit like the United States Congressional lecture platform. At the front of the podium is a school emblem made of stainless steel, which is composed of beautiful patterns such as rice ears, rings, and seedlings held in both hands. There is a camera on each side, and the photographer is already in position.

Before it started, the music of female singer Shen Youtong "Interstellar Journey" came out of the speaker, which was beautiful and fantastical, very beautiful.

In the first row in front of the auditorium, there is a table made of desks, a bottle of mineral water and the names of the guests. The second and third rows were reserved for other guests and media reporters, and apart from the university's television station, there were not many other media outlets, mainly because an English academic seminar was not newsworthy. Only one reporter from the English channel of "Chazhou Radio" came, and this reporter was specially hired by the radio station at the tea school.

In addition, some high-level cadres from the "Xiangwu Yunyu Literary Society" came, and they are also editors of the magazine "Qinghui Yuhan" and have always written in Chinese. When I come to have a language exchange with an American scholar, I will ask them tough questions.

You can sit anywhere else, and anyone who likes English can come and listen to it. There were about 400 people seated in half of the seats, most of them students from the School of Foreign Languages and English enthusiasts from other faculties.

Not celebrities or celebrities, it's good to have so many viewers for an ordinary academic seminar. Once upon a time, a magazine writer gave a lecture on "The Ugly Chazhou People", and there were only ten people in the audience. Another film director gave a lecture on "The Art of the Soul" at the Academy of Arts, and the audience was crowded.

Jiang Yihui led the students into the venue, and the atmosphere immediately changed.

"Look, everyone, the stupid people of the Chinese department are coming!" There were sporadic boos around, all of them were twittering girls.

"Is that Jiang Yihui, the teacher of the Chinese department, who looks so fake, must have plastic surgery." ”

"Hehe, with a stinky face, I don't know who to show it. ”

"Looking like that, it's much uglier than our class teacher, no wonder the man was snatched away. ”

The people on the side, you say a word, the voice is not big or small, just enough for Jiang Yihui to hear, and the whistle of cheering is very harsh and ugly.

Jiang Yihui thought that needless to say, it must be a water army hired by Fang Xiaoying, so she walked all the way to the front desk with a cold face and did not speak.

But there were also different voices, and a particularly handsome girl pointed at Song Baojun and shouted: "Isn't that the piano prince? Isn't that the piano prince! Prince, prince, can you sign me?"

Song Baojun's performance failed to spread due to the lack of video, and only a part of the audience was deeply impressed by him.

The girl was obviously one of them, and before everyone reacted, she rushed over, stood in front of Song Baojun and pulled her hair slightly, took a breath and smiled: "The "Requiem" you played last time was really very good, I am your fan, can you sign me?"

The otaku brotherhood that followed was envious and jealous. (To be continued.) )