"Ye Xuan, at this time, he still doesn't give up. It's really naïve to think about relying on a phone call to save this embarrassing situation. ”

Some students snorted coldly a few times, expressing their dissatisfaction with Ye Xuan in their hearts.

"That's right! This guy, do you really think he's a genius? Obviously a Chinese, but he has to compete with a real Russian who has a higher level of Russian. Isn't this a self-inflicted disgrace? ”

Other students, with a few scornful expressions on their faces, sneered.

For them, no matter how powerful Ye Xuan is, it has nothing to do with them. But if they could see with their own eyes that Ye Xuan was ugly, embarrassed, and even humiliated, and slapped in the face by others, then they would be too happy.

This kind of person is very common in life, but he can't see the good of others.

Ye Xuan turned a deaf ear to the dissatisfaction or laughter shown by those students, and just made a quiet call.

The moment the number is dialed, the signal is transmitted from the island nation, transmitted to distant satellites, and then reaches the territory of Russia.

Knorsky, who was in class, wore a pair of black-framed glasses, his white hair was like a layer of white frost, his wrinkled face was full of wrinkles like loess ravines, he squinted and smiled, his smile was very kind and kind, his rickety body was forced to stand straight, and the chalk in his hand was slowly scratching on the blackboard.

"Students, next, we are going to talk about an article from my teacher, Gorky."

Knorski was very old, almost ninety years old, already in his twilight years, a dying man, his gray-brown eyes had long lost the slightest charm, but when he spoke, he still looked confident.

He coughed lightly a few times, and picked up the book spread out on the podium, which happened to be Gorky's "Petrel".

Knorsky, Gorky's best student in his later years, studied with Gorky as an academic scholar and studied some literary works.

Until 1936, when Gorky died, it was he, Knorsky, who was always by Gorky's side.

As the years passed, Knorlski, who was already very old and one step away from death, had thought about recruiting a few students and passing on what he had learned all his life to them. But then, he failed. Because, he was really disappointed.

The students he recruited were not very talented in the study of linguistics. For example, he once had a student named Telewski.

It was one of the worst students he had ever recruited.

Even though the worst student had won a grand prize in Russia, it still didn't change that Telewski was Knorsky's worst student.

Knorski has accepted several students, one has become a Nobel Prize winner in literature, one has won the International Gold Medal in Linguistics, and some have stayed in Russia to compile books and dictionaries, laying the foundation for Russian literature. Only, Televsky, actually became only a Russian teacher.

Knorski often wondered how he could recruit such a poor student for someone with such high vision.

Yes, whenever and wherever Terevsky is remembered, Knorski regrets it. After all, Telewski is just too bad.

With his grayish-brown presbyopia eyes, Knorski stared at the book on his desk and began to read "The Petrel," a poem written by his teacher, Gorky.

But when he just pronounced the first word, the personal mobile phone he carried at all times rang.

Knorski was surprised that his personal cell phone number was known to very few people, except for his children, who were now working as diplomats in Russia. Even the students he recruited only knew his office number.

With doubts in his mind, Knorski took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the connect button.

"Hey, hello."

Knorski coughed a few times, apparently not well, and asked.

"Hello!"

Ye Xuan hurriedly said.

Ye Xuan, who was far away in the island country, couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, the phone number that the old man left for him a few years ago could still get through.

The other students around Ye Xuan were sarcastic and sneered: "Look at this guy, he pretended to be the same when he called." If you will be slapped in the face, you will be embarrassed and give it to a grandson. ”

Taylevsky, who was standing on the podium, sneered a few times with contempt. In the territory of this vast island nation, there is knowledge of the Russian language, and he Televsky is the real authority. He said that Ye Xuan's Russian level is very average, so Ye Xuan's Russian level is very average. That's the power of authority!

Suzuki Hezi had a nervous expression on her face and listened carefully to Ye Xuan's call.

At this time, a smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face, and he said with a smile in very standard Russian: "My old friend, I am Ye Xuan, do you remember me?" ”

In Russia, when Knorsky heard the words "Ye Xuan", he was stunned at first, and then his wrinkled face was smeared with a trace of shock and surprise.

His eyes widened, with a look of disbelief on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "My old friend, in order to wait for your call, I really thank you for waiting for all the flowers." ”

I have to say that Knorski is also very professional in the study of the Chinese language. This can be seen just by the fact that he can speak with Ye Xuan in very popular Chinese.

"Haha, my old friend, I left your phone number a few years ago. I thought that in the past few years, you would change your mobile phone number! ”

Ye Xuan chuckled a few times, as if he was chatting with an old friend, and behaved very calmly.

"How so! This number has been with me for many years, and I already have a deep affection, and I will not change it easily. ”

Knorski smiled and quickly explained.

But at this time, Taylevsky, who was standing on the podium, saw Ye Xuan talking and laughing on the phone, his face couldn't help but turn cold, and he scolded sharply: "This classmate, I have given you enough time. Do you want to continue to entangle? You simply have no evidence that your Russian pronunciation is at a high level. A little crappy bug from Huaxia! What rubbish! ”

"Uh...... I'll prove it right away. ”

Ye Xuan smiled helplessly, and asked Knorski on the phone for help: "My old friend, you also heard it." I'm in a bit of trouble right now. There was a guy who claimed to be an expert in Russian, and he didn't say that my Russian pronunciation was incorrect. Explain it to me! ”

"Haha, my old friend, if your Russian pronunciation is not correct. Then I think that in the whole of Russia, the Russian spoken by everyone will be nondescript. ”

Knorski couldn't help but laugh and said.

As early as a few years ago, when Knorski and Ye Xuan met, he wanted to take Ye Xuan as an apprentice, but Ye Xuan refused to agree.

If Ye Xuan agreed to be his student at the beginning, then now, Knorski can be regarded as a successor.

After all, Ye Xuan's talent in language, Knorski is very clear, even compared to his teacher, Mr. Gorky, I am afraid that he will not lose a cent.

"Alright. My old friend, I'm here to help you solve your problem. But first tell me, what is the name of the very unauthentic Russian expert you are talking about? I'd like to see what kind of expert who is not in the middle of the stream would dare to make such an irresponsible evaluation of you so short-sightedly. I'm going to revoke his expert card! ”

Knorski chuckled a few times and said solemnly.

You must know that in terms of Russian language proficiency, Knorsky can be said to be a patriarch-level veteran in Russia.

After all, Knorsky was a student of Gorky, the founder of the modern Russian language, and the master of Russian literature.

"His name is Televsky, you Russians, and what first prize has he won...... Do you know him? ”

Ye Xuan asked with a puzzled look on his face.

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