"Who's going to speak today?" The Chinese teacher picked up the list and looked at it. "Well, it's Mu Han. Come on, come up and talk about it. Everyone applauded. ”

Lin Muhan walked up to the podium amid everyone's applause, plugged the USB flash drive into the computer, and found the PPT of the speech to open. A line of artistic characters popped up on the screen: The Charm of the Chinese Language.

"Today, I'm going to tell you about our Chinese culture. As we all know, English is the most spoken language in the world. Lin Muhan paused and looked at the speech manuscript in his hand. Chinese, on the other hand, is the most spoken language in the world. ”

Next, Lin Muhan scrolled the PPT to explain the influence of the promotion and use of Chinese abroad, and talked about the multi-use of Chinese words, as well as the artistic conception created by the use of words.

Many students just turned their backs to everyone and read according to the PPT when they spoke, but Lin Muhan was facing everyone, looking around the class while speaking, with a teacher's demeanor. She also secretly glanced at Zheng Kaifeng in the front row from time to time, and he was listening to Lin Muhan very seriously.

"Uh...... Finally, I would like to show you a passage in English, and then appreciate the charm of Chinese through translation. Lin Muhan pressed the PPT, and a piece of English was displayed on the screen.

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"Then, let's take a look at the ordinary Chinese translation." Lin Muhan continued to click PPT.

"You say you like the rain, but when it rains you open your umbrella; You say you like the sun, but when the sun is shining, you hide in the shade. You say you like the wind, but when the breeze blows, you close the window. I'm afraid you love me the same. ”

The Chinese teacher stood next to him and looked at the PPT with a smile, and kept reading this passage softly in his mouth, obviously the teacher was also very interested.

"Let's take a look at the other versions, as well as the versions translated into ancient poems." Lin Muhan clicked on the last page of PPT.

"You said that the smoke and rain are faint, and the Lanting is far away; Later, it was lightly swept and deeply covered with neon clothes. You say that spring is blooming, green sleeves and red fragrance; Later, the west building was covered, and it was next to Jing Liqing. You say that the soft breeze blows, and you are drunk and meditating; Later, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the tent became a disaster. You say that love is soft, how to forget each other; But I have a long wave and a slight turn, and I have become frost. ”

"Wow! That's great! I want to bookmark it! Li Zizhi in the front row said this, but he spoke too loudly, and everyone laughed when they heard it.

"Love the rain and play the umbrella, but love the sun but shade the cool. The wind came to cover the window, and Ye Gong startled the dragon king. The words are short, and the lovesickness is long. Lang Jun said that he loved me and didn't dare to think about it. ”

"Love the rain but are afraid of the wet embroidered clothes, and the sun is biased towards leaning under the tree. The desire to wind always closes the window, telling the slave how to pay Yi. ”

The rain in February in the south of the Yangtze River is slight, and the umbrella is wet and fragrant. The summer is slightly smoky and pleasant, but the good wood takes advantage of the shade. The frost wind is clear and the first guest is light, and the eyebrows are locked in the window. Lianqing was lovesick, and she was afraid of tearing down the mandarin ducks over the years. ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of admiration in the class, and everyone was appreciating these verses. Lin Muhan saw Zheng Kaifeng shaking his head below and reciting verses, and couldn't help but smile secretly.

"Come on, come on, everyone be quiet. Today, Mu Han told us about the Chinese culture of the motherland and took us to appreciate the charm of the Chinese language. So let's read these verses and feel the charm of it again. The Chinese teacher was very happy and raised her hand for the whole class to read together.

Lin Muhan also stood on the podium and read the poems aloud with everyone. "The presentation was a success! It also drove the Chinese teachers. Ha ha! Lin Muhan felt very happy in her heart, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

"Bang Bang!" Zhao Xiaoqing took the lead in applauding below, and the whole class burst into warm applause.

"That's the end of my speech, thank you." Lin Muhan bent down towards everyone and ran off the podium with his USB flash drive.

……

"Your speech is very meaningful. Hee-hee. At the end of class, Yang Zihao came over and looked at her with a smile.

"Huh? What is the deep meaning? Lin Muhan looked at him and said casually.

"Aren't those verses you got for him? Still pretending to be stupid? Yang Zihao shook his hand in front of her.

Lin Muhan suddenly laughed and poked his waist with his hand. In fact, when she made PPT, she didn't connect those poems with Zheng Kaifeng at all. As soon as Yang Zihao said this, she realized that she seemed to have done something terrible.

Yang Zihao was afraid of itching, so he quickly moved to the back row to avoid her hand.

"Eh, so...... When are you going to confess to him? He bent down and asked her quietly.

"Why do you like to inquire about this stuff so much!" Lin Muhan glared at him.

"Hey, hey. Tell me, I'm not going to tell anyone. ”

Lin Muhan looked at his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually changed to that kind of cold expression. She looked away and looked out of the classroom, then focused her gaze on the back wall of the classroom, as if her gaze could look through the wall and see the people she wanted to see.

She remembered the six words she had written down last night.

"Huh? Are you angry? Yang Zihao saw that her facial expression had changed a lot, and scratched his head and asked carefully.

"I'll talk to him today." She suddenly seemed to make up her mind, and then a smile came back to her face. "I'm not angry."

Yang Zihao seemed to be frightened by her unpredictable expression, and also frightened by her answer.

"Today? Are you sure? ”

"Hmm. Isn't it possible? ”

"Yes. Of course. Belch...... In your speech today, do you think Kaifeng can comprehend the mystery? Yang Zihao smacked his lips, as if he was changing the topic.

"Tsk, I don't know. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't talk about this today. I'm afraid he's going to misunderstand again. Lin Muhan looked at Zheng Kaifeng who was sitting in the seat and thought about it again. That's why I'm telling him today. ”

After saying that, she lowered her head and looked at her hands. She made an excuse and went along with the boat to make the answer reasonable. In fact, she was very entangled in her heart, and she didn't pay attention to what Zheng Kai thought about today's speech. That answer was just a momentary decision she made.

Lin Muhan likes Zheng Kaifeng, but she is running away.

The bell rang. It's time for class.

……

All morning, Zheng Kaifeng either sat in his seat to study after class, or ran away with a smoke, and Lin Muhan couldn't find a chance to talk to him.

After the second class in the afternoon, Lin Muhan lay on the table, shaking his head, looking at the classmates. At this time, she saw Zheng Kaifeng walking towards Yang Zihao, and the two were chatting happily. Her heart jumped and she began to walk towards him.

Lin Muhan walked to Zheng Kaifeng's side gently, he hadn't seen it yet, but Yang Zihao tilted his head and glanced at her, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

She gently pulled the corner of his clothes, but her eyes looked at Yang Zihao. "Kaifeng, I have something to say...... I want to talk to you......" she said softly, so light that only the two of them could hear. And Lin Muhan stood beside Zheng Kaifeng, but still looked at Yang Zihao, as if this sentence was addressed to him.

"Hmm. You say. Zheng Kaifeng paused, and his voice was also very soft. Yang Zihao understood everything, and had already slipped out of the classroom, hiding in the window and poking out half his head to observe them.

Lin Muhan took the opportunity to sit in a seat in the back row where no one was, while Zheng Kaifeng sat in Yang Zihao's seat and looked at her with gentle eyes.

"Uh...... It is...... I...... I ......" Lin Muhan was really shy, so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

"It's okay, you can say whatever you want." Zheng Kaifeng's gentle voice sounded again.

"I ...... I'm on the logs...... The person who wrote it...... It's you...... I like you...... We...... Can you ......" Lin Muhan found that his face was very hot, and covered his face with his hands, not daring to look at him, nor daring to say any more.

She felt someone gently brushing away the messy long hair on her face, and she was startled, and when she let go of her hand, she saw Zheng Kaifeng's face, and the two were very close at this moment.

"You...... I ......" Lin Muhan hurriedly looked around, she was afraid of being seen by others.

"Don't worry, no one will see it." Zheng Kaifeng retracted his position and looked at her. "Let me think about it. May I? ”

"Hmm......" Lin Muhan's heart was about to jump out, and then he ran back to his seat, buried his head deep in his arms, and lay motionless on the table.