After class, Wu Yong followed Teacher Zhou step by step, not daring to look at her elegant back, nervous inside, and her legs also felt soft, as if trekking in a quagmire, a little difficult and a little hesitant.

When I walked into Mr. Zhou's room, the door closed.

Wu Yong and Teacher Zhou were alone in the same space, their heartbeats accelerated, they forcibly calmed down, and looked around.

Mr. Zhou's room is a two-bedroom living room, with a desk on the left side of the hall, some English books neatly stacked on the left side of the tabletop, and a vase with a bouquet of flowers on the right.

On the right side of the hall are a few ordinary sofas, surrounded by a low table, on which are placed a tray with several transparent teacups facing down. There is also a mirror frame hanging on the wall here, in which there are more than a dozen photos of Teacher Zhou, different scenes, different costumes and different postures, but they all have a common feature, that is, each one is beautiful.

"Teacher Zhou's picture is so beautiful! That bouquet of flowers was sent by the person who pursued her, right? I don't know who it could be? But the flowers on the Happiness Star are much more beautiful than this bouquet. Wu Yong took a quick look at the photos, then moved his eyes to the flowers in the bottle, and felt a little sour in his heart.

"Wu Yong, don't be restrained, sit down. Teacher Zhou said to Wu Yong in a daze in a crisp voice, the language used is still English, and there is an intention to test Wu Yong's level.

Wu agreed in English and sat down on the couch.

Teacher Zhou politely made two cups of tea, sat down opposite Wu Yong, looked at Wu Yong with a smile, and asked playfully in English appreciatively: "Wu Yongdacai, your spoken language is very standard, so that the teacher is also impressed, can you tell the teacher why he deliberately only scored two points in the exam?"

He was still not confused enough to tell the truth, and began to talk nonsense: "It's because the questions in the exam are too easy and not challenging, so I don't want to answer the questions." ”

Perhaps he was a linguistic genius, and this conclusion could be inferred from his standard accent, and it is highly probable that the English topics in the first year of high school were too simple to be disdainful of doing them. Teacher Zhou looked happy, and asked step by step: "Can you tell the teacher how good your English level is? You have to be honest, the teacher's favorite thing is a genius, especially a genius like you." ”

"I'm a genius of fart, in fact, it's worse than stupid!" Wu Yong muttered in his heart, but he didn't want Mr. Zhou to underestimate him, so he decided to slap his swollen face and become fat, and the thin dog let out a fat fart, so he pretended to be a genius and replied mysteriously: "Mr. Zhou, this is my secret, don't let others know, in fact, I am a super genius in language, proficient in any language on the earth, and English is of course my forte." ”

"Flutter!" Teacher Zhou couldn't help laughing, and said after half a sound: "Classmate Wu Yong, you are so humorous that you almost made the teacher die of laughter." ”

"Teacher Zhou, I'm not joking, I'm not humorous, I'm telling the truth. Wu Yong knew that Mr. Zhou couldn't believe it, so he insisted seriously.

"Really?" Teacher Zhou was annoyed in his heart, he would still insist on this outrageous lie, if it weren't for her students, she would have swept away such nonsense neurosis a long time ago.

Wu Yongke didn't hear the coldness in the teacher's words, and nodded like garlic and replied, "Really." ”

"Then you can embroider a paragraph in Japanese, German, French, and Russian, and the teacher will believe your words. Teacher Zhou got impatient and decided to debunk his lies.

Wu Yong nodded, closed his eyes, and gave an order to the lotus flower on his belly that he should know these languages, and soon his head was hot, and he immediately knew all about these languages, held back the surprise in his heart, opened his eyes, looked at Teacher Zhou narrowly, and decided to make a big joke, so he said in Japanese: "Teacher Zhou, you are so beautiful, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, and I will never forget it, how is this good?"

After speaking, seeing that Mr. Zhou was at a loss, obviously he didn't understand, and he was even more sure that Mr. Zhou wouldn't know a few other languages, so he repeated the joke in the other three languages!

Teacher Zhou is indeed not proficient in these languages, but French has been taken in school, and he can still understand these words of love, so he was stunned on the spot, panicked for a while, and didn't know what to do, but he also understood that Wu Yong was indeed a language genius, and it was an exaggeration to be proficient in all the languages on earth, but he must be proficient in these languages.

She quickly came to her senses, and there was no good countermeasure, so she decided to pretend that she didn't understand Wu Yong's words, and said: "Wu Yong, you are indeed a language genius to be proud of, and the teacher admires it very much, but why do you want the teacher to keep it secret for you?"

Wu lied: "Teacher Zhou, I can't go to university because my grades are too poor, and I don't want others to know my talent in languages." ”

Teacher Zhou was stunned for a moment, and understood that he was telling the truth, because he didn't have a single homework to pass, maybe he could get a high score in English, but it didn't help, but it didn't help, and comforted: "It doesn't matter if you don't go to college, since you are a language master, you can mix well anywhere, maybe you will still be a billionaire in the future, and you will have to help the teacher then!"

"Mr. Zhou, I will definitely spare no effort to help you, in fact, my ambition is to be a farmer, and I want to make some world-renowned achievements in agriculture, such as making rice bear on trees, turning deserts into oases, and so on. Wu said with a half-truth.

Teacher Zhou smiled dumbly and said jokingly: "Wu Yong, if you can really study the rice that bears on the trees and the trees that can grow in the desert, you will naturally be able to achieve world-renowned results, but in this way, won't your language talent be buried?"

She did not approve of Wu Yong being a farmer, although she did not look down on the peasants, nor did she think that she was superior to a peasant as a teacher, but she only thought that it was a waste for him to be a farmer, and she did not believe that he could do what he said he would do.

"I won't waste it, but when I have achieved something, I will definitely have to interact with experts from different countries, so that my language talent can be put to use. Wu said solemnly.

Indeed, as long as he successfully transplanted the white rice tree, he would inevitably be shocked by the world, and it was foreseeable that countless reporters would interview countless experts to come to his door to ask for advice, so that it would be much more convenient for him to understand the languages of many countries.

Teacher Zhou saw that Wu Yongzhen was planning to go all the way to the dark, and continued to persuade him euphemistically for a while, nothing more than asking him to study hard, maybe he could be admitted to a university, and studying in college is also of great help to being a farmer and so on.

Wu Yong just shook his head, he knew that he had a few pounds and a few taels, and he had no intention of going to university at all, if it weren't for his parents' emotions, he wouldn't even be able to study in high school, there were two universes waiting for him to develop, which was much better than reading.

When the class bell rang, Wu Yongji stood up and said in English: "Teacher Zhou, I will send you the most beautiful bouquet of flowers every day in the future." After saying that, he rushed out of the door.