I'm going to post a recording tomorrow?!!!

Miao Qingqing's head has been infinitely looped by this sentence, I really want to cry and swell!

Boom~! She can't stop posting the recording.

Although she is already familiar with it, there is an inexplicable sense of shyness when she sends the recording like this.

[I'm familiar with it, can I not send a recording? 】

【Can't!】 】

The message back was a simple two words, with an exclamation point. Miao Qingqing felt as if she could guess the personality of the person opposite from these two short words and an exclamation point.

[Why?] Miao Qingqing couldn't help but ask.

She's already familiar with it, so there's no need to post a recording!

[Listen to the pronunciation.] 】

Seeing the information that came back, Miao Qingqing raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows. This is considered that God saw that she was being calculated, and thought that it was not easy for her, so he sent a very responsible tutor?!

[Okay! I'll send the recording on time tomorrow. Miao Qingqing replied.

Ouyang Xun has always been by Miao Qingqing's side, so naturally he has always heard Miao Qingqing's English pronunciation. From the stumbling at the beginning to becoming more and more fluent later.

Miao Qingqing's English level is indeed a bit low, but her slightly low English level does not include English pronunciation.

It's as if God had closed a door for her, but left her a window.

As long as Miao Qingqing knows this word and pronounces it from her mouth, the pronunciation is absolutely fine.

Ouyang Xun asked Miao Qingqing to send him a recording, firstly, to pretend that he was really abroad, and secondly, to let Miao Qingqing strengthen his memory again.

Miao Qingqing went straight to the bed and fell asleep after washing, and even dreamed at night, and there were flying English words in the dream.

When she heard the alarm clock ringing in the morning, Miao Qingqing was still dizzy by the words flying in her head, and when she opened her eyes, she didn't realize that she had woken up, and she was still subconsciously looking for the English words flying overhead.

She lay on the bed and stared blankly at the roof, thinking that she was a salted fish.

What is the saying? The salted fish turned over and was still a salted fish.

She raised her hand to turn off the alarm clock, then grabbed her phone and looked at the time, five o'clock in the morning.

Ahhh Five o'clock in the morning! At this time, she is still sleeping!

Miao Qingqing turned over and rubbed the quilt in her arms.

Don't think about it!

I really don't want to think about it!

But you can still afford it!

Miao Qingqing took a deep breath, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and sobered up. Then I opened the window, breathed in the cool morning air, and recorded a few English debates.

She was relieved to send the recording out.

When I opened the door, it seemed that she had risen the earliest in the house today. She blinked and decided to go downstairs to buy soy milk fritters.

Miao Wenyao came out of the room yawning and saw his sister and parents sitting at the dining table eating fried dough sticks and soy milk.

"Wow! The one near the small park is that Chan Kee fritters. ”

From snacks to big ones, Miao Wenyao can guess whose fritters it is based on the smell of oil just by smelling it.

"Chen Ji's fritters sell very quickly, and if you don't get up early, you can't buy them at all." Miao Wenyao immediately sat on the chair and pinched a fritter with his hand, and asked his father while eating, "Dad!" Are you up early today? ”

"I don't know how to use chopsticks to wash my hands!" Miao Mama glared at her son, "This fritter was bought by Qingqing!" If this is to refer to your father or you, you will never want to eat Chen Ji's fritters in your life. ”