Chapter 29 slapped the entire elite class in the face.
"..."
One sentence silenced the classroom again.
The students couldn't help but glance at the corner again, and upon seeing it, all their objections were swallowed back down.
The girl sat there quietly, the sunlight turning her eyebrows and eyes a pale gold.
Without any deliberate embellishment, it is breathtakingly beautiful without being overtly so.
Is this the kind of beauty that any human being can possess?
Calling her divinely beautiful is an understatement.
Ying Feifei was furious: "How dare you say that in front of Xiaoxuan?"
The students exchanged glances, then fell silent and began their morning reading.
There is only a five-minute break between morning reading and the first class, during which some students go to get water and others go to the restroom.
Ying Zijing propped herself up on her elbows, looking at English elective course eight with great boredom, her thoughts drifting back to her time in Y country.
In those days, people spoke Middle English. Modern English was much simpler and easier to learn.
Five minutes later, the bell rang for class, and the first class was English.
The English teacher was a woman in her early forties, surnamed Deng.
She walked in right on time as the bell rang, carrying a stack of test papers: "Everyone knows your final exam results, right? Now I'll hand out the papers to you."
"The questions were very difficult this time, but everyone did quite well."
The students all breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the exam papers for the Qingzhi Elite Class were so outrageous that the entire internet mourned for them.
However, English can sometimes be more difficult than IELTS.
"Zhong Zhiwan, 123 points, first in the class." Teacher Deng read out the scores as she handed them out, "...Lu Fang, 94 points, Ying Feifei..."
When she had only one test paper left, she didn't read out the score.
Teacher Deng pushed up her glasses and said in a kind voice, "Ying Zijin, come and get your test paper."
Ying Zijin nodded and stepped forward.
Lu Fang was displeased: "Teacher Deng, all our grades have been read aloud, why not hers?"
What he didn't know was that for Ying Zijing to score 30 points in English was an exceptional performance.
Teacher Deng smiled good-naturedly: "If Ying agrees, she can read it."
Lu Fang immediately looked at the girl, haughtily saying, "Ying Zijin, you don't mind letting everyone know about your grades, do you?"
Ying Zijing took the test paper from Teacher Deng and went downstairs.
He completely ignored Lu Fang, not even giving him a glance.
Lu Fang was furious.
Ying Feifei gloated: "Zhiwan, I saw it. She only got 25 points. It's so embarrassing. No wonder she doesn't want anyone to know."
Zhong Zhiwan didn't respond, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.
"Alright, let's start explaining the questions now." Teacher Deng picked up the chalk. "I'll be calling on people to answer questions from time to time. If you can't answer..."
A chorus of wails erupted from below.
Even Zhong Zhiwan only scored 123 points, which shows how ridiculously difficult the questions were.
Ying Zijing glanced at her exam paper, lost in thought.
Hmm, it seems she really was a poor student before she woke up.
Ms. Deng teaches slowly and takes care of students who are weak in English, but she cannot tolerate anyone being distracted in class.
A piece of chalk was thrown at him: "Lu Fang, explain reading comprehension question 64."
Lu Fang looked at the question and realized he had made a mistake.
Moreover, he couldn't understand a single word of the answer choices, which left him dumbfounded and sweating profusely.
Seeing this, Ying Feifei said loudly, "Teacher Deng, Zhiwan couldn't solve this problem, it must be very difficult, but I just saw that Ying Zijin got it right, so she should come up and explain it."
Zhong Zhiwan also raised her hand and smiled: "Teacher Deng, I also want to know how Ying solved this problem. Could Ying please explain it to me?"
As soon as Zhong Zhiwan spoke, many people in the class echoed her.
"Yes, Teacher Deng."
"We're all very curious."
This question was far too difficult; no one in the class could answer it.
Teacher Deng frowned, about to say something, when the girl slowly stood up from the corner.
She held the test paper in one hand, glanced at it, and casually began to speak.
Just as Lu Fang and Ying Feifei were about to make a sarcastic remark, they heard a string of pure, fluent British accents: "..."
Zhong Zhiwan suddenly turned her head around.
Ying Zijin finished explaining the question in thirty seconds: "In conclusion, the answer to question 64 is D."
Teacher Deng was pleasantly surprised: "That's a very good answer, please sit down."
Ying Zijin sat down and started twirling her pen.
They exude the aura of "a bunch of trash".
The whole class: "..."
Ying Feifei asked incredulously, "Zhiwan, she really knows how?"
Wasn't it a fluke?
Zhong Zhiwan's smile froze for a moment: "Who knows?"
Just then, Teacher Deng asked again, "Zhong Zhiwan, did you understand?"
Zhong Zhiwan's face flushed red, and she lowered her head, saying, "I understand."
"Sigh, you've really disappointed me." Teacher Deng sighed. "You've been studying with me for so long, yet you're not as good as Ying Zijin, who came halfway through. Go back and study hard."
The whole class fell silent; no one dared to speak again.
The class ended quickly, and after class, Teacher Deng called Ying Zijin up.
"Did you practice your spoken English during winter break?"
Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow: "Hmm."
"That's good, a good start. But your foundation is a bit weak; you won't be able to do the really difficult problems," Teacher Deng said. "I'll give you some basic problem sets. Would you like to pick them up from my office around lunchtime?"
Ying Zijing did not refuse the kindness, even though she didn't need it: "Yes, I do."
"Work hard." Before leaving, Teacher Deng patted her on the shoulder. "Don't take what others say to heart."
**
At noon, everyone in the classroom went out to eat.
Ying Zijing took a bite of the tomato and looked down at her WeChat messages.
She has very few WeChat contacts; the only people who will send her messages are Fu Yunshen and Wen Tinglan.
The former, on the other hand, has recently started treating her like a child, as seen in today's post.
[Yaoyao, did you eat lunch properly?]
No, I ate tomatoes.
She's quite a picky eater.
Ten seconds later, Fu Yunshen sent a voice message.
His voice has always been very pleasant, deep and resonant, like musical notes dancing on the tip of your heart.
[Little one, it's only been a short time since we separated, and you're already being disobedient. You need to eat your food properly.]
【oh.】
[Alright, looks like I'll have to keep an eye on you. See you tonight, let's see if our Yaoyao has lost weight.]
Ying Zijing stared at the sentence, rubbed her head, and put her phone back in her pocket.
After finishing the last bite of tomato, she got up and went to the English department office.
After knocking on the door, I went inside.
Besides Teacher Deng, there was only one young man in the office.
After the door was closed, Teacher Deng turned to him and said, "Teacher He, this child gave me a big surprise today. Her spoken English is really beautiful."
That's not just ordinary British accent, it's Queen's English—pure royal British accent.
That's incredible.
Upon hearing this, He Xun calmly retorted, "What's the use?"
He had taught a few classes for Teacher Deng's gifted class, so he naturally knew what Ying Zijin was like.
Lacking ambition and effort.
He dislikes this type of student the most.
#The male lead is a heartbroken father#
Queen's English: The English spoken by the British Royal Family. It originated in the 18th century.
(End of this chapter)
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