Chapter 3: Special Missions
Recess.
The common area for classes 17 and 18 in the first year of high school.
"Dude, I'm not bragging to you, there's a great guy in my class, and it's just a refinement." Yu Luoluo and a few good friends in class 18 circled, "Just the yellow leaf in my class, his studies are worse than mine." Guess what, in the last Chinese class, Mr. Su inspected the recitation of "Peacock Flying Southeast", and mentioned that he had memorized it one by one, and after mentioning the yellow leaves, he actually memorized the full text of a word. The whole class scares him silly. You didn't see the expression in the class at that time, no matter whether you studied well or not, you all opened your mouth and stared. That feeling really gives us a group of poor faces. β
"If it's really fake, you can blow it hard. This is "Peacock Flying Southeast", three or four pages, thousands of words, can he memorize it? No bugs yet? I don't believe it. β
"What I blow, how good I am to blow myself, do I need to blow others? If you don't believe it, you go to Teacher Su to ask, she was stupid at that time. β
"Wouldn't it? Is that really the case? β
"Sure, I'm going to brag that you call me Luo Luoyu."
Classroom in 17 classes. Liu Xiang lowered her head and wrote something in her notebook one by one. Xu Xiaoshuang, who was at the same table, leaned over and took a look, "Ah, isn't this the poem Huang Ye said?" How did you write it down? You won't have a spring heart and fall in love with him, right? β
"you, Death Frost, you've just taken a fancy to him. I just feel that this poem is very collectible. Write it down so you don't forget. β
"Tut-tut, I don't believe it. But don't you feel it, Huang Ye is different today than before, and it feels like he's getting a little more handsome. It's weird. β
"You still say me, you're a nymphomaniac." Liu Xiang finished writing the last word, closed the notebook, and scolded with a smile, "Don't mention him." This English class seems to have an English conversation, and if you can't answer, you will be criticized, and Mr. Wang doesn't give any face, I hate this the most. β
"But it's not, I feel sick to my stomach when I think of the Fat Pig King. I wish I had physics class every day. Mr. Meng is tall and handsome, and he is still a rich second generation. Oops, I'm so excited just thinking about it. It would be nice if I were Mr. Meng's girlfriend. β
"Alright, stop dreaming, it's not dark yet." Liu Xiang shook her head, she really couldn't help her tablemate and best friend who loved YY if she had nothing to do.
The break is ten minutes, which is very short. It's class time again.
"Students, as a matter of routine, I dictate words on the blackboard by name. If you make more than 5 mistakes, copy the words you learned last week 100 times. "As soon as class started, the Fat Pig King threw down a heavy bomb*.
"Here it is, here it is again, this dead fat pig will not stop if he does not offend people."
"Damn, a few of us estimate that it has been planted again, and the peacock has not been written ten times since it flew southeast, and it will be another 100 times."
"Amitabha, Buddha bless, don't call me by name."
The Fat Pig King squinted at the roster, "Come up after the last monthly exam, the top ten." β
γγγγγγ I knew it would be like this, and the fat pig king wouldn't be able to live if I didn't pull up my dictation of English words. Wait, I'm not the same person I used to be, I'm not the same person I used to be, but if I don't make a noise, I'll be fine. I can't stop when I chirp.
"Huang Ye, what are you doing standing on the side, you are writing here." The Fat Pig King pointed to the middle of the blackboard.
"Okay, no problem." Huang Ye, who has a completely open mind, is neither happy nor sad, not angry or hurt, picks up the chalk and stands directly in front of the center of the blackboard.
The Fat Pig King looked at Huang Ye in surprise, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.
The following students also dictated together, and after dictation, they exchanged corrections at the same table, and were punished for copying 100 times if they made more than five mistakes. The first, hope. β
As soon as the Fat Pig King's voice fell, Huang Ye moved the chalk "hope; ant; ish; expect; While the other students were still thinking, Huang Ye had already finished writing and directly wrote out all the words he hoped for in English.
The Fat Pig King's eyes widened. How can it be? This Huang Ye, who learned English and can kill the virus, actually wrote it correctly? Not only did I get it right, but I wrote so much, especially the last expect, how can I not teach it yet?
"The second, Dawn."
βdan; daybreak; sunrise; β
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"Dusk"
βdusk; gloaming; β
"Picking"
βpluck; pick:β
Dictated more than 20 words in a row, Huang Ye wrote the least two, and the most actually wrote 7. It's all right. The Fat Pig King wondered if he hadn't woken up yet, if he was in a dream. Is this the Earth? The students in the audience also looked stupid. Huang Ye wrote so many words, there are many that I have never seen.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 point of fame, source Liu Xiang."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 fame point, the source is Gong Yanhao."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 fame point, which comes from Luo Luo."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 point of fame, the source is Feng Nan."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 point of fame, sourced from Li Kunfeng."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 1 point of fame, source: Su Zhenli."
......
Celebrities are worth it, my little darling. Huang Ye was so excited in his heart.
"Ding, congratulations to the host celebrity for reaching 100 points and the task is complete. Reward a random primary draw, is it a draw? β
"Then don't you need to ask, lottery! Hurry up, hurry up! β
"Ding, congratulations to the host for drawing skills and elementary English proficiency."
Huang Ye only felt a swelling in his brain, coming fast and going faster. There is a lot of content in my head, all kinds of English grammar, usage, usage techniques, pronunciation methods, etc., etc., etc., just like living in the UK for decades. This is still a beginner's English proficiency, so what's the advanced one? It's amazing, it's a system, the heifer is upside down, and the bull doesn't explain!
"Well, this, that's good, Huang Ye's writing is pretty good." The Fat Pig King was embarrassed, but he looked at the other people on the blackboard, there were very few words written, and even fewer were written correctly, and he suddenly had an outlet, "What did you all write?" Le Zhengyu, look at what you wrote, do you want to write like this? And you, what kind of stuff did you write, your parents taught you something about it? How will I get into college in the future? Do you want to graduate? Get out of here, no one is allowed to leave if you can't finish writing 100 times today! β
The fat pig king is very complicated and troublesome now, and the most important thing is that the yellow leaves that he used to straighten and pinch by himself and have no power to resist have turned over today, my face, my self-esteem. No, don't you just know how to write a few words? English isn't just about writing words. It's like everyone can write one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, but how many can write good articles in words? Thinking of this, the Fat Pig King looked at Huang Ye.
"Huang Ye has been doing very well recently, not only dictating all the words correctly, but also being fast, and being able to draw inferences. I hope that the students will learn more from Huang Ye in the future. As I said in my last class, it is not enough to be able to write in English, and being able to write English only means that you can be a text translator in the future. However, you will never be able to talk calmly with diplomats and foreign friends, because you can't speak well! Let me ask a few students to have a simple conversation in English. Wu Tong, Liu Xiang. The two of you talk to each other. Take today's weather as the theme, free to play. β
Wu Tong and Liu Xiang are the two best English students in the class, and they all scored more than 130 points in each exam, with a full score of 150. Then pick up a brick and smash a classmate who embarrassed himself.
Wu Tong: "Das ettervon heute ist underschoen."
Liu Xiang: "Yes, The sky is very blue, too......
The content of the conversation between the two is very simple and smooth, most of the students can understand it, and the fat pig king is very satisfied, "Very good, the basic oral skills of the two students are very solid, and there are no grammatical errors." Sit down. Don't be proud, keep trying. I'll take a look at two more classmates. Xu Xiaoshuang, Huang Ye, still uses the weather as the topic. β
I knew that this dead fat pig would not let me go so easily, and the yellow leaf stool was not yet hot, and this second round came again. Okay, I'll be with you if you want to play. Brother has a system, who is my brother afraid of. Don't talk to Xu Xiaoshuang, even if you pull the British Prime Minister over, your brother can blow with him for three days and three nights!
Come on, come on baby!
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