I don’t know if Huibao understood, but when he looked at Qi Mo Nan again, the hostility in his eyes was no longer there.

Qi Mo Nan went out to eat noodles and asked Hui Bao if he wanted to eat.

Huibao didn't eat it when he went to Zhengde Street. When he found out he had been cheated, he got very angry. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, so he just ran back. Now Qi Mo Nan asked him if he wanted to eat it, and of course he wanted to eat it.

A bowl of cold and clumpy noodles was divided into two portions, and the man and the wolf ate it with relish.

After eating the noodles, Qi Mo Nan drove out again and went to Zhengde Street to tell his parents-in-law about their Huibao compound, so that they would not worry about looking for them everywhere.

The next morning, Song Yun went to Beijing University to see Zhong Guochang and got an auditor pass. This way, she would not have to register at the door and wait for someone to pick her up, and could come and go freely.

I originally wanted to attend a class to feel the learning atmosphere of Jingbei University, but I didn't know that Zhong Guochang had no class that day. He said that the only two students he had asked for leave, and he couldn't lecture to the empty air, so he didn't schedule any classes and went to the office to organize materials.

Song Yun couldn't come here for nothing, so she went to the Foreign Languages Department where Bai Qingxia taught. Yang Lifen also studied Chinese in the Foreign Languages Department, which was Bai Qingxia's major.

Bai Qingxia was in class when she suddenly saw the door at the back of the classroom open. A familiar figure slipped in. Who else could it be but her good daughter?

There were no empty seats in the front row, so Song Yun could only find a seat in the corner of the back row. She glanced around the classroom and quickly found Yang Lifen, who was sitting in the middle of the first row, listening to the class attentively and taking notes from time to time.

Bai Qingxia's teaching style was rather conventional, full of knowledge points and dry goods, lacking a bit of fun. For a student with a basic understanding like Song Yun, such a class would be rather boring, so she began to look around and observe the learning status of the students in the classroom. She found that most of the students were listening attentively, but there was also a small number of students who, for some reason, did not understand or what, and were always in a state of daydreaming, with the notebooks in their hands being blank.

"Student in the back row, please answer this question." Bai Qingxia suddenly raised her voice.

Song Yun looked at her mother and found that her mother was also looking at her.

She pointed at herself, "Me?"

"Yes, that's you. You answer this question," she said, pointing to the question written on the blackboard.

Song Yun took a look and immediately had the answer in her mind. She stood up calmly and said her answer in fluent Y language.

All of a sudden, all the students turned their heads to look at him, their eyes filled with surprise and envy.

Not only are Song Yun's answers standard, but her spoken pronunciation is also very standard and pleasing to the ear, which is the level that all foreign language students want to achieve.

As soon as Yang Lifen heard Song Yun's voice, she turned around. After confirming that it was Song Yun, she waited for Song Yun to answer the question and then made a gesture to her, asking her not to leave after class.

Song Yun saw it and nodded.

Bai Qingxia originally wanted to remind her daughter that since she was in class, she should listen attentively and not look around, but she didn't expect her daughter to answer so perfectly, with pronunciation even better than her teacher.

Seeing that all the classmates' attention was on her daughter, she felt both proud and helpless. After motioning for Song Yun to sit down, she knocked on the desk again and said, "Come on, focus your attention. Don't envy others. As long as you study hard, speak more, practice more, and speak boldly, you will be able to speak fluent Chinese sooner or later."

Time passed quickly, and the bell rang. Bai Qingxia packed up her textbooks and winked at Song Yun.