Chapter 162 Why Choose Her?

Fang Mi turned his face to the side and raised his hand to hide his smile.

"Let's first..."

The argument happened in front of him. As a staff member of the fourth station, Zheng Letian could not ignore it. As soon as he opened his mouth to mediate, Fang Mi interrupted him: "Student, classmate Wen is waiting for your answer, why don't you say anything?"

The staff in the corridor did not know what Ping Jun said in the studio, they only heard what Wen Zhile said.

Director Zhang really only looks at ability when selecting people. This is obvious to everyone in Taiwan. Why can't you answer this? Why did you blush?

Pingjun felt more and more embarrassed as he felt the eyes surrounding him.

It's not like just now, there are only seven people around.

With so many people watching him, he was in a dilemma.

If he went forward and denied Wen Zhile's words, he would be publicly saying that Director Zhang was being discriminatory, which would definitely offend her.

If you back off and say that Wen Zhile is right, you are slapping yourself in the face. How can you survive in Taiwan in the future?

Moreover, he was convinced that Wen Zhile was chosen for a reason, otherwise how could a freshman like her compare to his girlfriend? His girlfriend was a junior in the English Department of the University of Foreign Languages, and she was ranked first in her major every year. It was impossible for him to admit that Wen Zhile got in based on her own merit!

These two girls are so aggressive and they made such a big fuss in the corridor just for themselves. They are not likable at all!

Fang Mi urged him again.

Pingjun forced a smile and turned to Zheng Letian: "Brother Zheng, didn't the director tell us to go to other studios to learn? It's getting late. If we delay any longer, we will have to go off work."

"Yes, yes, Wen Zhile is looking for a room. Business is more important. Let's put everything else aside." There were more than four employees in the corridor. How could they let the other employees laugh at them? "Everyone, follow me."

"etc."

"It's just a matter of one sentence. If Ping hadn't pretended to be dumb, the matter would have been over long ago."

Fang Mi put his hand on Wen Zhile's shoulder and hugged her: "It's so hard to say what classmate Wen said is right. These six words are like glue, sticking classmate Ping's mouth together, right?"

She raised her slender eyebrows slightly and glanced at Pingjun as she spoke.

He spoke slowly, with sarcasm in his lips.

According to her experience, if someone uses your family background to insult you or say something sarcastic to you, you should not give them any leeway, otherwise they will think you have a good temper and come to you to make trouble from time to time.

The people standing at the door hesitated for a moment and then said, "Pingjun, apologize to classmate Wen."

Pingjun's mouth was stiff, and the red on his face instantly spread to the base of his neck.

"Based on what? Am I wrong? I don't believe that there won't be someone with better oral English than her in all the schools in Jingzhou! Not to mention my target, there must be a lot of senior students in other English departments! Even if she studies well and skips a grade to go to college, it doesn't mean that her oral English is good. Why choose her instead of others?"

"Have you ever heard me speak English?" Wen Zhile was a little annoyed.

Why is this person so annoying?

First he spoke without thinking and was disrespectful, saying to her face that she used a backdoor, and then he stiffened his neck and insisted that he was right.

In two lifetimes, Pingjun was the first person she thought was hopeless.

"You're taking it for granted that I'm not good at speaking English without even hearing it."

"Who said I haven't heard of it?"

Ping Jun stared hard, glaring through his glasses at Wen Zhile and the people at the door who didn't help him: "I've heard that your spoken English is not good!"

Wen Zhile laughed after hearing this and walked into the studio: "Come in."

She walked into the studio, had a conversation and then left.

The people who were watching the excitement in the corridor quietly followed into the studio. Soon they heard extremely fluent English broadcasts coming from the speakers all around, and the images were also broadcast simultaneously on the screen in the front.

The girl in the picture had skin as white as jade, half-tied hair and an extraordinary temperament. There was a script next to her hand but she didn't even look at it. A faint smile appeared on her lips, and she fluently read the two-minute long script.

After the video was played, the screen returned to black. The initial buzz of communication in the studio was gone, and it became unusually quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ping Jun, whose face turned green as if he had swallowed a fly, and some people laughed out loud out of disrespect.

Just grab a handful?

Is he a better match?

Why choose her?

I laughed my ass off! The new century is still more than a decade away, and the joke of the century is already here!