Chapter 112: Learning God's Pretending to Be Daily (3)

However, Jiang Qingli's next move made everyone stunned.

A large passage of British English with an authentic London accent came out of her mouth fluently, and her hoarse voice resounded through the classroom at an uncanny speed.

The female teacher looked at her in disbelief, her fingers pinching the whip gradually turned white, and her face was not very good-looking.

The students in the classroom had a look of hell.

"Holy! What did she just say? Why can't I understand a word? The scumbag looked confused.

"Ah......hh She has such a good voice! Oh my god, the ears are getting pregnant! A voice-activated female classmate covered her flushed cheeks and looked rippling.

A certain understanding scholar pushed his glasses with his finger and translated on the side: "She is saying that if even this kind of question that a primary school student can do is not naΓ―ve, then the IQ of the person who wrote the question must not be much higher, and the latter is too fast, to the effect that even if she only scored six points in English in the entrance exam, it can't hide the naivety of this question and the low IQ of the questioner." ”

"Damn, this is too ruthless." Xueba's tablemate gasped hard, he glanced at the female teacher's face as black as the bottom of a pot, I don't know why, seeing the teacher deflated, he felt very cool inexplicably.

After listening to Xueba's translation, the other students in the classroom either looked at the female teacher with the eyes of a joke or looked at Jiang Qingli with adoring eyes.

Even Mu Yin looked sluggish, and she muttered, "Yingying, when did you speak English so well?" ”

"Didn't you go on a trip to London during the summer vacation?" Jiang Qingli sat down calmly, this female teacher's surname is Mo, her name is Mo Li, she is very young, she has just taken office not long ago, and she has a bit of a hatred of the rich, she has embarrassed Jiang Qingying more than once in the original plot, she is just fighting back.

"Really?" Mu Yin looked at her suspiciously, traveling to London can make a person's English improve by leaps and bounds? Would she consider flying to London next summer?

Mo Li's face was flushed by the student's eyes, and her blood rushed to her brain, she suddenly stepped off the podium, stepped on the high heels under her feet and walked towards Jiang Qingli, the whip in her hand pointed at her, with an angry face, "You are proud of the English test score of six?" If you don't listen carefully in class, you can speak a few words of English, can you insult the teacher just because your family has money? What about your tutor? People like you, when you grow up in the future, will only become moths in society and gnaw at the old people! ”

The classroom was deadly silent, her fingers shaking as she pinched the whip, her chest heaving, and the sound of heavy breathing was particularly distinct.

"First, I can take the test with six points, and I can also take the test with six hundred points, do you think I should be proud? Second, students are here to learn knowledge in school, and a teacher who can't even give a lecture well, why should I listen to her class? Third, there are about 750 million English speakers in the world, and it is really nothing great to be able to speak English. Jiang Qingli leaned back, clasped his hands on his chest, raised his chin slightly, his dark eyes squinted at Mo Li, and his hoarse voice revealed a slow and logical voice, "Fifth, I didn't insult you, I was just telling you your true level, as for whether we will be moths or gnaw old people in the future, I don't have to worry about this teacher, we are not gnawing at your old age, and the society is not opened by your family." Instead of worrying so much, it is better to raise the level of your own lectures, so as not to have a second or third person who tells the truth in the future. ”