Chapter 164: Four-Language Speech

Zeng Xiangyang walked generously to the podium, bowed to all the students, and then began his impromptu speech.

First of all, he said in Chinese: "I am Zeng Xiangyang, from Shihezi, Xinjiang, thank you for your trust in me, class leader is an honor, but also a responsibility, in the next three years of campus life, I am not only your class leader, but also everyone's brother, because I have understood, I am the oldest in the class, 5 years older than the youngest classmate, in the Northwest University for Nationalities, a famous school with a long history, we come from all over the world, because dance brings everyone together, In the future, we will return to our alma mater and hometown with the most beautiful dance! "

After speaking, Zeng Xiangyang spoke again in Tibetan, Mongolian, and Uygur, which shocked the whole class, and even the head teacher Qin Siqi was very surprised, in his 10-year teaching career in Northwest University for Nationalities, there are many students who can speak Chinese and a minority language, and there are very few who can speak three languages, and it is the first time that they can meet four languages.

The whole class applauded with thunderous applause, causing someone in the next class to poke their heads out and watch. In the end, Qin Siqi made a final decision and announced that Zeng Xiangyang was elected squad leader, and he said a word of encouragement, and the election ended here.

Zhao Jinchuan was like a defeated rooster, listlessly returned to the dormitory, and when he saw that he was back, Zeng Xiangyang said to him sincerely: "Jinchuan, I didn't mean to compete with you for the squad leader today, in fact, whether you are the squad leader or I am the squad leader, we have won glory for our dormitory. In the future, you can also pair up with other classmates and learn more languages, as smart as you are, you will definitely learn better than me, let's work together! "

Hearing Zeng Xiangyang's words, everyone present couldn't help but applaud, and Zhao Jinchuan couldn't help but say hello.

Seeing that Zhao Jinchuan also expressed his attitude, Zeng Xiangyang struck while the iron was hot, and asked Zhao Jinchuan and Deba to pair up and learn each other's language, which was carefully considered by Zeng Xiangyang, Deba's Chinese is good, and there is no problem in communicating with Zhao Jinchuan, and Deba has a good temper and patience, and it is definitely possible to teach Zhao Jinchuan Mongolian. Later, as Zeng Xiangyang expected, Zhao Jinchuan's Mongolian language has improved a lot and can communicate daily.

Soon, Zeng Xiangyang, as the class leader, promoted this plan, which is "one to one, pair up, learn the language, and make progress together", and the whole class of Han students and ethnic minority students paired up, setting off a climax of learning languages!

The whole school soon took the dance class as a model and began a vigorous activity of "pairing up and learning languages", with the slogan of "mastering a minority language is mastering a foreign language", which was highly valued by the State Ethnic Affairs Commission and promoted to colleges and universities across the country.

Zeng Xiangyang treated every student in the class like a big brother, kind, patient, and helpful, and was recognized and supported by the whole class, and the prestige of the class leader was gradually increasing. At this time, the student union of the department was established, and the head teacher Qin Siqi recommended Zeng Xiangyang to the student union, and finally Zeng Xiangyang was elected as the secretary of the student union, responsible for the publicity and implementation of various activities of the entire department.

At this time, Jin Ji Guli wrote to him, telling him to cherish this opportunity to go to school, learn theory well, and the soul of dance lies in having thoughts and emotions. In this regard, Zeng Xiangyang was very happy, because it has been too smooth recently, and he should be sober-minded in good times, and Jin Ji Guli's letter is like a basin of cold water poured on his head, making him sober.