Chapter 31: Chatting at the Exchange Meeting
Before Lin Weimin traveled through time, he had passed the English Level 4 exam in college. As for the Nihong language, he was more or less influenced by the teachers who spread love and peace, and could barely be considered a high-end talent who was proficient in multiple languages.
His level matched that of little Hei Yoko, and it was like an old lady tightening a nut - they hit it off.
The two of them communicated haltingly and gesticulating, but surprisingly, the conversation was so smooth that even a translator was not needed.
While Lin Weimin was flirting with the girl from Nihong, Liu Shuhua was poking Huang Anyi next to him with her fingers.
"An Yi, look at Lin Weimin, this playboy!"
Huang Anyi looked over and instinctively showed some displeasure on her face, but she immediately concealed it and said, "We were just chatting."
Liu Shuhua looked at her teasingly and said nothing more.
After dealing with Liu Shuhua, Huang Anyi looked at Lin Weimin again with a complicated look.
At the same time, a question arose in my mind: Does Lin Weimin know foreign languages?
Huang Anyi's family was very wealthy when she was a child, and her mother even hired an English tutor for her. Unfortunately, so many years have passed and she has long since returned all the knowledge to the teacher.
"Hahaha, is this true? Mr. Lin, you are really humorous." Little Hei Yangzi was amused by Lin Weimin's joke.
"Of course I'm just kidding. There aren't so many weird things!"
"What? I thought it was true!" Xiao Hei Yangzi's tone was a little naive, and those who didn't know would think that she had known Lin Weimin for a long time.
While the two were chatting animatedly, foreign students would occasionally come up to the stage to speak, mainly talking about the situation in their countries and their feelings after coming to China, in order to broaden everyone's horizons.
Several people from the Institute of Literature were asked by the teacher to prepare manuscripts, but Lin Weimin was not among them, so he was naturally relaxed and chatted endlessly with the cute girl Xiao Hei Yangzi.
He finally stopped chatting with Xiao Hei Yangzi, and Qu Xiaowei came over, "Weimin, do you know foreign languages?"
Lin Weimin waved his hand, looking very humble, "Hey, I'm all self-taught."
Qu Xiaowei wanted to spit at him when he saw his cocky look, but he held back.
"How did you learn foreign languages? Can you teach me too?"
"You want to learn?"
"Yeah." Qu Xiaowei nodded repeatedly, with a look of desire on his face.
"You learned it so you can show off to your Jinling pen pal, right?" Lin Weimin blew Qu Xiaowei's mind with one sentence.
He chuckled and said, "No conflict, no conflict."
"Pay tuition first."
"tuition fee?"
Lin Weimin glared, "You still want to get something for free?"
Qu Xiaowei looked embarrassed. Lin Weimin always used such fierce words. "What do you mean by freeloading? That's such a harsh word. It's just between classmates..."
"Don't give me that crap, there's no such thing as a free lunch."
Qu Xiaowei couldn't help but curse in his heart: What a black-hearted guy!
Seeing that Qu Xiaowei stopped talking, Lin Weimin turned around and started chatting with the international students in the back row.
"Oh, no rubbing!"
The guy behind him just came on stage to share his experience. Lin Weimin was half listening and knew that the guy was an American.
His free and unrestrained style immediately attracted the favor of his American buddies. After a few greetings, Lin Weimin learned that this man was called Keith McMahon and had given himself a Chinese name, Mark Meng.
"Read after me, awesome!"
"Disadvantage?"
"No, it's Niu~bi!"
"Awesome!"
"Yes!"
Seeing Lin Weimin teaching the American boy the quintessence of Chinese culture in a serious manner, many people around him felt a little overwhelmed.
Is this how the fucking conversation works?
“Dangdangdang!”
Lin Weimin heard the sound of knocking on the table. He turned around and saw Teacher Tang Yuqiu staring at him fiercely. He immediately shrank his head guiltily and put on a flattering smile.
"If you like to talk, go to the podium and talk."
Lin Weimin quickly waved his hand, "Teacher Tang, I won't go up. I'm not prepared."
"What else do you need to prepare? With your eloquence, wouldn't it be a waste of your talent to prepare a manuscript?" Tang Yuqiu said sarcastically.
well!
Lin Weimin sighed and muttered, "Isn't it just a friendly exchange with foreign friends?"
Tang Yuqiu glared at him and scolded him in a low voice: "You call this a friendly exchange? To put it mildly, it's uncivilized. To put it seriously, it's damaging to the national dignity and can easily cause a diplomatic incident."
Lin Weimin walked up to the stage with his head hung, looking at the dozens of heads below. He wondered what these people had just shared. It was just like plain water. Look, I'm going to show you something fun.
"I am very happy to meet all of you international friends. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Weimin. Today is a dialogue between domestic writers and foreign students. We all write serious literature, which I think most of you have probably never read.
It just so happens that I came up with a short story a while ago, a mystery story, and I’d like to share it with you here.”
Lin Weimin paused here. He spoke in Chinese. There were not many foreign students present who could communicate fluently in Chinese, so they had to rely on translation.
After the translator expressed his meaning, everyone present showed curiosity. Not only the international students, but also the students from the Institute of Literature Research, everyone was looking forward to what kind of story Lin Weimin was going to tell.
Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Lin Weimin took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
"Harlan Sloanby is a novelist. By writing detective novels, he became a rare rich man in the literary world. Today is his 85th birthday..."
Lin Weimin's language and narration were concise. As he described, everyone in the classroom gradually immersed themselves in the story he wove.
The lecture lasted for more than half an hour until Lin Weimin stopped. He pursed his lips because his mouth was dry. Fortunately, the translator next to him was considerate enough to hand him a glass of water.
Lin Weimin took a sip of tea and said, "Okay, I'll share my little story with you here. Thank you!"
After he said that, he stepped down quickly.
"Wait, sir..."
Among the people who had just woken up from the story described by Lin Weimin, several international students from European and American countries hurriedly spoke up and the translator called out to Lin Weimin.
"Anything else?" Lin Weimin asked.
"Your story is amazing. Has it been published?" asked Sebastian from the Federal Republic of Germany.
"You should have heard it just now. This is just a little story I came up with recently. I haven't written it down yet." Lin Weimin replied casually.
"Wow, that's awesome!" The American guy Mark Meng was completely impressed by Lin Weimin's demeanor and clapped wildly.
The way the old man greeted him just now made him mistakenly think that he was a Chinese hippie. He didn't expect that he was such an outstanding novelist.
"My friend, you should really write this novel. It will be very popular."
Mark Meng's words won unanimous agreement among many international students. Although the genre of detective fiction has a small audience in China at present, it already has a huge audience abroad.
This is also the reason why Lin Weimin thought of telling a mystery story when he came on stage just now.
(End of this chapter)
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