Chu Yu saw Su Xiaoqi returning to the classroom with a confused look on his face.
She was chatting with the classmate next to her, and the smile on her face became more enthusiastic.
"I have a lot of these pens. I'll send you a box next time."
As soon as Xiao Qi sat down, Mi Er bumped her arm and asked, "Why did the head teacher want to see you? Did he say anything to you?"
"I'll tell you when I get back." Xiaoqi didn't want to talk about this in class, and the class had already started, so she continued to listen carefully. Although she was studying the basic introduction to Marxism, which was not a major subject, Xiaoqi liked the teacher Mao Xihong very much. Listening to her lectures was very broad-minded and knowledge-enhancing, so she always listened very carefully.
Xiaoqi is still a little confused about the English speech contest.
She is not a particularly cheerful and generous person, so she finds those who can speak eloquently and passionately on the stage very impressive.
Xiaoqi thought this was a good training opportunity, but what should he say in his speech?
It still feels very limited, and she doesn't know what to say. Will she be nervous when she goes on stage? She has to give a speech in school first, and only if she wins can she go to Qingmeng University to continue to participate in the competition.
Qingmeng University, Brother Lin Ming is at Qingmeng University. When Xiaoqi and his roommates talk about Qingmeng University, they always feel that it is very different. It is like a completely different world from Enhua University. It is probably a world where poor students look up to the top students.
The poor students and the top students in elementary and junior high schools still go to school together, but they are gradually separated. They go to different high schools because of their different scores in the junior high school entrance examination. When they go to college, they are separated again according to their college entrance examination scores, choices, and luck.
Xiaoqi was lost in thought for a while, but when he saw the teacher come in, he focused on the class and stopped thinking.
After finally waiting for the get out of class to end, the few people in the dormitory did not go back directly to the dormitory. Instead, they were dragged by Mier to Student Street to eat. It was easy to get tired of eating in the cafeteria.
People aged seventeen or eighteen consume a lot and eat a lot. A few of them went to Student Street and had their meal at the restaurant where Yunshu's parents had treated them. The food there was very good. Xiaoqi said that his part-time job had increased in price, so he paid the bill as a celebration.
When Mier heard that the head teacher called Xiaoqi to attend an English speech competition instead of a campus forum, she became excited again and her attention was instantly diverted.
"There's a competition someday, and we'll all go and cheer you on."
Xiaoqi just received the competition schedule sent to her by her homeroom teacher, and time is quite tight.
"This Friday afternoon we have an intramural competition. If we pass, we'll go to Youth League University to compete after the National Day holiday."
"That's perfect. Then we can all go to Qingmeng University together and serve as your family and friends."
"That's great!" Wei Cheng said sweetly.
"Rhyme Book, shall we go together?"
Gu Yunshu nodded: "Okay, I've also wanted to go to Qingmeng University for a long time. Let's cheer for Xiaoqi together then."
Xiao Qi smiled. Her roommates all looked like she was going to win. At this moment, she also wanted to say Wei Cheng's catchphrase: "That's great."
Mi'er thought quickly and asked, "What should I wear then?"
Xiao Qi: ...
It seems that girls always focus on this. They don’t consider anything else and just think about what to wear first.
"We should consider this Friday's speech first. Only the first place winner can go to the Youth League." Xiao Qi said helplessly.
The roommates were laughing and even Yunshu rarely joked with Xiaoqi, saying, "We believe you can do it." It was really amazing to see the communication between Xiaoqi and the foreign teacher.
After dinner, everyone went back to the dormitory together as there were no classes in the afternoon.
After lunch, Xiaoqi went to the new district and reported to the driving school first. He followed the local customs and bought a pack of medium-priced cigarettes. He felt quite embarrassed when he handed it to the instructor.
Fortunately, when the coach took her to see her storage box, he generously took the cigarette and said, "Don't be so polite. If you study hard, you will get your driver's license soon."
Xiao Qi didn't know what to say, he just smiled shyly.
It might be hot in the afternoon, so there aren't many people.
Or maybe it was Xiaoqi's psychological illusion. After giving the cigarettes, the coach's attitude became better, so she waited for about ten minutes and was able to get in the car to practice.
The coach explained to her how to use each item. Xiaoqi had never driven a car, but now she has a very good memory. She can basically remember everything the coach said once.
She listened carefully and familiarized herself with the car. Half an hour had passed and it was time for the next student to get in. Perhaps because the smoke had worked, the instructor let her experience the driving seat for a while.
Xiaoqi was still very nervous, but she didn't panic and was very steady. She actually started the car. Although it was slow, she was still very surprised to feel the car running. It was very different. She was smiling and very excited.
At this moment, the roommates in the dormitory did not go out.
Regarding the school forum, although Xiaoqi didn't say anything, they still cared about it.
They are preparing to do something.
Mi'er went up to talk alone yesterday and was criticized as soon as she opened her mouth. Today she decided to go together with a few people in the dormitory.
Mier also sought external help from Chen Jianfei, a senior from the Department of Mathematics whom she met in the photography club last time. She asked him to help find the IP address of the person who posted the photos on the campus forum.
Yunshu didn't read novels like usual after returning. Instead, she logged into the campus forum and posted all the photos and videos that Jin Zaiyan and Grace had sent to the party group. There were photos and videos of them making kimchi together, Xiaoqi cooking, and the meals they had made...
It is a bit troublesome to post videos on the forum, but it is not a problem for Yunshu.
Wei Cheng was responsible for finding the resume of foreign teacher Jin Zaiyan and sending it up, specifically noting that she was female.
Several people acted separately.
Chen Jianfei, a senior from the Department of Mathematics, was not very good at it himself, but he asked other experts to find out the IP addresses. One was from a black Internet cafe on Student Street, which seemed to be useless, and the other was from their Huashan dormitory building, which might be from the dormitory next door.
IP addresses on campus are easier to check, but not as accurate.
The senior sent the message to Mi'er, and Mi'er was very angry. She didn't know who it was, but the inexplicable rumors in the class before should have been spread by someone in her class. After all, it was the girls. There were less than twenty girls in her class. Who was so despicable?
With the content posted by several people in the dormitory, the popular post that was pinned to the top finally began to turn around slowly. Different voices appeared, and it was no longer a one-sided curse.
There are clear pictures and videos.
The so-called Korean foreign teacher who was playing with the freshmen was actually a girl.
And the Sunday girl who came to the door on her own initiative was actually just going to make kimchi? ?
Sunday girl’s cooking skills look great, I want to eat it!!
Gradually the forum started to go off track again.
It became a discussion about whether kimchi tastes good and whether Koreans really eat kimchi with every meal.
Some people also said that the Korean foreign teacher was quite pretty if you looked closely, and looked a bit like the girl in a TV drama who disguised herself as a man to get into the entertainment industry.
Then Zhou Xingnu’s English is so good. She speaks so fast and has a good sense of language. She feels like a foreigner.
He sings well, writes well, and is very good at English. He is a real academic master.
Maybe the keyboard warriors realized they were easily fooled, and turned around, they were the ones who praised the most...
Xiaoqi drove the car slowly, passing by the sunshine and the shade of the trees, with a happy look on his face. It felt like driving was fun.
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