One after another, students from the junior class left the classroom and came to the garden to wait for other students to finish their exams.

Ji Qian sat on the bench again, reading the essay with emotion.

"Ji Qian, what are you reading? It sounds so nice!"

Li Zhiyao, the girl who shared the same dormitory with Ji Qian, said sweetly.

Ji Qian puffed out his chest with pride, looking extremely honored that he could speak French.

"This is the most beautiful language in the world—French."

Tao Chunhua rolled her eyes and muttered softly, "Worshiping foreigners."

Li Zhiyao overheard what Tao Chunhua said and said to her, "Tao Chunhua, you're too narrow-minded. Just because Ji Qian knows French, how can that be considered worshipping foreigners? Are you jealous of Ji Qian's French skills?"

When Ji Qian heard what Li Zhiyao said, she didn't feel at all that Li Zhiyao was deliberately setting a trap for her.

She even glanced at Li Zhiyao, this lovely little sister, with gratitude, and said in a warm voice, "Zhiyao, why bother with a country bumpkin? We upper-class people don't bother with the lower-class..."

Ji Qian grew up in a wealthy family and had never suffered any hardship.

When she mentioned the upper class and the lower class, Li Zhiyao was cursing Ji Qian as a fool in her heart?

Is she stirring up class conflict?

"Ji Qian, I really like French. Can you teach me?" Li Zhiyao looked at the other students and asked, "Do you want to learn the most beautiful language in the world?"

When there are too many people, the environment becomes noisy.

Although Ye Linlang can also practice basic skills in her own world.

But when I heard Ji Qian and Li Zhiyao repeatedly saying the "most beautiful" language in the world, I still felt a surge of indignation and unhappiness in my heart.

"Li Zhiyao, Ji Qian, do you know what happened 80 years ago?"

Lu Yian was about to answer when Ruan Qingqing held him down.

"Your homeland was invaded 80 years ago by barbarians from the country that you speak the most beautiful language."

"They committed murder, arson, looting and all sorts of evil on this land."

Ye Linlang's eyes were scarlet and her voice was filled with deep sorrow.

Even half a century later, that country was still hindering her motherland.

"With all due respect, they don't deserve the most beautiful language in the world."

Tao Chunhua, Lu Yian, and Ruan Qingqing also clapped excitedly when they heard Ye Linlang's words.

"Linlang, well said."

Ji Qian and Li Zhiyao's faces were pale.

How could they have imagined that Ye Linlang would be so righteous as to pressure them?

However, Li Zhiyao reacted quickly.

She said, "Ye Linlang, you're taking my words out of context. We're learning other languages ​​because we want to learn their technology and benefit our compatriots."

Ji Qian closed the collection of essays in his hand and looked at Ye Linlang with burning eyes.

Of course, she had heard about that history.

But just hearing it, how can it compare to seeing it with your own eyes?

"Ye Linlang, I know you're afraid of losing, so you want to put the blame on me and Zhiyao. If you have the guts, go to the school and the city to sue me."

"What our country needs most right now is language talent. If you say that, then doesn't that mean those working in diplomacy are all Western-worshippers?"

Ye Linlang smiled slightly when she heard Ji Qian's words.

She parted her cherry lips and said something in French.