Ji Nian got up and walked to the four blackboards hanging on the wall behind him, holding chalk in his left hand, picking up the blackboard eraser with his right hand, and speaking French while wiping the welcome words on the blackboard, and then the extremely infectious French sounded in the classroom.

Kenley's face changed slightly, and Su Man's eyes lit up and he began to translate slowly.

"I believe that the teachers and students present are like me, their understanding of French originated from the "Last Lesson" in the primary school textbook, if I am not mistaken, the background of that article is that after the defeat of France in the Franco-Prussian War, Alsace and Lorraine were ceded, and after the Prussian occupation banned the teaching of French, all of them switched to German, and the patriotic French teachers and students took the last French class. President Kenley, if you don't know about this, I'll ask you to go through the history books. ”

After "The Last Lesson" was translated into China in 1912, it has been selected as a middle school Chinese textbook for more than a century. One of the words that sticks out to me is that French is the most beautiful, clearest and most rigorous language in the world. ”

"I have a deep personal respect for the French language, and it is precisely with this respect that I clearly understand that any nation, even if it is temporarily reduced to slavery, as long as it can preserve its language and culture, then this nation has the key to open the prison at any time."

The audience was silent, and only two words echoed in the classroom.

Catchy French, subdued Chinese, everyone's eyes are on Ji Nian, as if they are looking at a brave and fearless fighter.

Song Xuanji showed a shocked expression between her eyebrows, and looked at Ji Nian in disbelief, her eyes were complicated. She never thought that she and Ji Nian would be able to meet again, let alone that the scene of the second meeting would be like this.

The young man who was close at hand seemed to be dressed in colorful light, dazzling, just like the rescue he had desperately rescued, but how did he break the game? And do you really know French?

With the pen as a sword, Ji Nian's heart is full of indomitable fighting spirit.

No one noticed at all that just before Ji Nian got up to declare war, he had already taken those French books and CDs from Song Qingyu.

When the orange vitality in his palm rotated, Ji Nian's mind appeared with countless French letter symbols, which allowed him to master the basic French in an instant, and then the third skill master was activated, and he was also proficient in mastering the content of the spoken language book and the CD.

Quietly, Ji Nian went from a French layman to a French expert, of course, thanks to the scholar in Song Qingyu's dormitory, because all these French books she borrowed happened to be used by Ji Nian.

Especially the one in French.

"President Kenley, I have never denied that France is a romantic country, but it is also true that I said that you are lacking in language. Even if you want to show love, you have to know something about your own poets. ”

"But I'm disappointed because you don't understand at all. In that case, let me teach you that there are four famous poets in France, and each of them has written a poem that is ten thousand times stronger than what you just said. ”

Ji Nian didn't turn around, still with his back to everyone, but his right hand had already picked up the chalk and began to write. To everyone's surprise, he started from the first letter, without any pause at all, as if French was his native language.

"The first French romantic poet was called Alphonse? Morality? Lamartine, who was a French romantic lyric poet of the 19th century, was also the forerunner and giant of Romanticism. ”

The "Lake" in his heart is described like this: Hu! Gloomy forest! Hole! Wordless rocks! You have been spared by time, or you may be able to regain spring; Beautiful nature, when the night is good, you must at least leave its memories! May this memory remain in thy stormy or sunny days, in the many desolate cliffs that lie on thy waves; May these pines, cypresses, and smiling hills have the memories of that good night..."

In the flying of countless chalk scraps, Ji Nian's face was calm, and he was successful overnight.

Li You, who was originally in charge of translation, had already widened his eyes in disbelief.

Su Man suppressed the shock in his heart, his expression was excited, and he translated word by word, and her crisp and moving voice echoed in the huge lecture hall.

All the teachers and students present were dumbfounded.

Song Qingyu grabbed Hu Li's arm and asked excitedly: "Hu Li, what else does he not know, how can he even speak French?" Not only can he speak, but he can also write, this is simply the perfect male god. ”

"No, I was so attracted to his charm that I found myself almost falling in love with him. Did you confess to him? If you don't, don't blame the sisters..."

"What nonsense, you dare?" Hu Li covered Song Qingyu's mouth and said viciously: "Hurry up and shut up for me, if you dare to say it again, be careful that my sister doesn't have to do it." ”

"Woo..."

Song Qingyu, who was covered in her mouth, could only make a whining sound, and only after Hu Li let go did she glare at her resentfully, pouting and saying forward, "Do you see it?" It's not just me, how many are staring at your Ji Nian, you have to work harder. ”

Hu Li felt a pair of hot eyes fall on Ji Nian's back unscrupulously, and his mood was inexplicably irritable.

And this is just the beginning, Ji Nian, who wanted to suppress the other party's momentum, picked up the third piece of chalk after a short pause, pulled the second blackboard in front of him with a loud noise, and at the same time as his arm was raised, authentic French sounded.

As Suo Suo wrote, Suman's translation followed.

"The second French romantic poet is something I personally admire, he is a lonely and arrogant aristocratic poet, but also a thinker, his poetry contains rich philosophy, he created Zào's philosophical poetry using symbolic techniques, to express the loneliness and indifference of life, he is Pooh, his "Death of the Wolf" is an elegy dedicated to the dying aristocratic class."

"The most classic verse of these is this: Alas! I think I'm ashamed that we have the title of human beings, but we are so vulnerable! How to get out of the world and a painful, noble animal, you know very well! Looking at those who were in the past, what they left behind, only silence was great, and the rest were weak. ”

"Ahh Wandering beast, I know you now, and your last eyes pierce my heart... Moaning, weeping, and pleading, all the same cowardice, you have to be strong enough to do the hard work, to walk the path that fate will call you, and then, like me, to suffer and die wordlessly. ”

Auditory resonance, visual bombardment, the chalk did not stop in Ji Nian's hands, and the crumbs drifted like boundless fallen leaves.

Kenley's mouth was closed and his expression uneasy.

Hu Li's hands hidden under the table were secretly clenched into fists, the worried look on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace, and his eyes when he looked at Ji Nian suddenly became bright. Hmph, you foxy little goblins, as long as I'm here, no one wants to get close to Ji Nian.

Ji Nian is mine, no one wants to take it away.

It's amazing! The teachers and students sitting in the classroom were all stunned by Ji Nian's cousin, and they woke up from the shock, and they hurriedly took out their mobile phones to shoot videos, and some even dialed the phone without hesitation, shouting at that side.

"Little Four, hurry up to the lecture hall in the main building, our Chairman Ji Nian is making a big show of power again."

"Yingying, your idol is really handsome? Who is your idol, nonsense, of course it is Ji Nian senior. ”

"It's so handsome, I'm going to shoot it, I'm going to keep it forever."

……

Ji Nian listened to the gradually worsening breathing in his ears, glanced at Kenlie, whose face was cloudy, the corners of his mouth slanted, and the third wave of bombs exploded. With the killer feature of palm vitality, I'm not afraid that I won't be able to kill you. Hmph, relying on a bit of capital backstage, I want to be arrogant in our territory, and if I don't give you some color, you don't know what it means to be low-key.

"The third French Romantic poet is the most famous leader, he is Hugo, known as the Shakespeare of France, and he has a poem called 'I Put My Lips', which reads: I put my lips on your full golden bottle, and put your haggard forehead in your hands, and I sometimes breathe in your quiet fragrance, sometimes I breathe in the warm breath of your soul; I have heard you whisper to me, and every word is a mysterious reproduction of the mind; I have seen you smile, I have seen you cry; Mouth to mouth, eye to eye..."

"The fourth French Romantic poet was Alfrey? Morality? Muse, who was born in the aristocracy, is full of enthusiasm and imagination, and a poem "Daisy" is famous all over the world: I love, I don't say anything, just see you smile on the other side; I love, as long as I feel in my heart, I don't have to know what you think of me in your heart; I cherish my secrets, and I cherish a faint sorrow, a sorrow that has not turned into pain; I swear: I love to give up on you, without any hope, but not without happiness, as long as I can miss, I am happy enough, even if I can no longer see you smiling on the other side. ”

When the last letter was written, the ninth piece of chalk in Ji Nian's hand just turned into shreds.

The blackboards on all sides are all occupied, and they are densely packed with flowing French, which is pleasing to the eye.

It was only now that Ji Nian turned around, smiled at Kenlie, waved the chalk scraps in his hand casually, and said lightly: "President Kenley, now you shouldn't say that no one in our Dongzhou Medical University can speak, right?" In fact, a small person like me would, let alone the elite students of our school. ”

"So I think you owe an explanation to all the teachers and students. Maybe you don't know that some of them don't even care about eating, just to come and listen to your speech, but you treat this speech with your own shallow background based on your personal preferences, and it doesn't make sense to give an explanation. ”

Kenley's face was blue and white, very embarrassed, Ji Nian's face was really painful, and the worst thing was that he didn't have any excuse to refute, whoever made the family use it was a French poet, attacking the shield of the son with the spear of the son.

Phew.

When Su Man translated Ji Nian's last few words, the quiet lecture hall just now suddenly boiled, and everyone stared at Kenlie with burning eyes, guessing whether the other party would apologize.

At the same time, everyone's eyes became more and more fiery when they looked at Ji Nian.