"…"
Her words made the classroom quiet down again.
The students could not help but look at the corner again. Once they saw her, they all swallowed their words of rebuttal.
The girl sat there quietly. The sunlight dyed her eyebrows and eyes with a light gold color.
There was no deliberate embellishment, but she was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.
Was this kind of beauty really something that a human could have?
It was demeaning to say that she was a goddess.
Ying Feifei was furious. "Do you dare to say this in front of Xiao Xuan?"
The students looked at each other and did not say anything else. They began the morning reading.
There was only a five-minute break between the morning reading and the first class. Some students went to get water, while others went to the bathroom.
Ying Zijin propped up her elbows and looked at English elective 8 in boredom. Her thoughts drifted to the time when she was in Y Country.
At that time, people still spoke Middle English. Modern English was much simplified, so it was quite easy to learn.
When the five-minute break was up, the bell rang. The first class was English.
The English teacher was a woman in her early forties. Her surname was Deng.
She walked in on time when the bell rang. She was holding a stack of papers in her hands. "Everyone knows the results of the final exam. I'll give you the papers now."
"The questions this time were very difficult, but everyone did well."
The students all breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the papers of Qing Zhi's Elite Class were so abnormal that the whole Internet mourned for them.
However, English was sometimes more difficult than IELTS.
"Zhong Zhiwan, 123 points, first in class." Teacher Deng read the results while handing out the papers. "… Lu Fang, 94 points, Ying Feifei …"
When there was only one paper left, she did not read the results.
Teacher Deng pushed her glasses and said in a kind voice, "Ying Zijin, come and get your paper."
Ying Zijin nodded and walked forward.
Lu Fang was unhappy. "Teacher Deng, we've all read our results. Why don't you read hers?"
He did not know that Ying Zijin could score 30 points in English. She had performed exceptionally well.
Teacher Deng smiled good-naturedly. "If Mr. Ying agrees, you can read it."
Lu Fang immediately looked at the girl and said arrogantly, "Ying Zijin, you don't mind letting everyone know your results, right?"
Ying Zijin took the test paper from Mr. Deng and went down.
He completely ignored Lu Fang and didn't even look at him.
Lu Fang was so angry that he was going crazy.
Ying Feifei gloated, "Zhiwan, I saw it. She only scored 25 points. How embarrassing. No wonder she doesn't want anyone to know."
Zhong Zhiwan did not respond. He was deep in thought. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Alright, let's begin." Mr. Deng picked up a piece of chalk. "I'll ask someone to answer the questions later. If you can't answer …"
Immediately, there were wails of anguish from below.
Even Zhong Zhiwan only scored 123 points. It was obvious how difficult the questions were.
Ying Zijin took a glance at her own paper and seemed to be lost in thought.
Well, it seemed that before she woke up, she was really a bad student.
Mr. Deng didn't teach quickly. She took care of the students who were weak in English, but she couldn't tolerate people being absent-minded in class.
She threw a piece of chalk over. "Lu Fang, talk about the 64 reading comprehension questions."
Lu Fang looked at the questions and realized that he had made a mistake.
Moreover, he couldn't understand a single word in the questions. He was a little dumbfounded and anxious.
Ying Feifei saw this and said loudly, "Mr. Deng, even Zhiwan couldn't solve this question. It must be very difficult. But I just saw Ying Zijin get it right. She should come up and talk about it."
Zhong Zhiwan also raised his hand and smiled. "Mr. Deng, I also want to know how Mr. Ying solved this question. Can Mr. Ying talk about it?"
As soon as Zhong Zhiwan spoke, many people in the class agreed.
"Yes, Mr. Deng."
"We're all very curious."
This question was way too difficult. No one in the class could solve it.
Mr. Deng frowned. Just as she was about to say something, the girl in the corner slowly stood up.
She held the paper in one hand, glanced at it, and casually opened her mouth.
Lu Fang and Ying Feifei, who were about to mock her, heard a pure and fluent British accent. "…"
Zhong Zhiwan turned his head abruptly.
Ying Zijin finished the question in thirty seconds. "In summary, I chose D for the 64 questions."
Mr. Deng was surprised. "Good answer. That's it. Please sit down."
Ying Zijin sat down and twirled her pen.
Her whole body was emitting the signal of "a bunch of trash."
The whole class was speechless.
Ying Feifei couldn't believe it. "Zhiwan, she actually knew how to solve it?"
Wasn't it a wild guess?
The smile on Zhong Zhiwan's lips froze. "Who knows?"
Just then, Mr. Deng asked again, "Zhong Zhiwan, do you understand?"
Zhong Zhiwan's face was red and hot. She lowered her head. "Understood."
"Sigh, you guys really disappoint me." Mr. Deng sighed. "You've been studying with me for so long, but you guys can't even compare to Ying Zijin, who came here halfway. When you go back, you guys better study hard."
The whole class was silent. No one dared to say another word.
The class ended quickly. After class, Mr. Deng called Ying Zijin up.
"Did you practice speaking during the winter break?"
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows. "Yeah."
"Not bad. It's a good start. You don't have a good foundation, so you won't be able to solve difficult questions," Mr. Deng said. "I'll give you some basic questions. Do you have time to come to my office to pick them up in the afternoon?"
Ying Zijin didn't refuse his kindness even though she didn't need it. "Yes, I do."
"Work hard." Before she left, Mr. Deng patted her shoulder. "Don't take other people's words to heart."
**
At noon, everyone in the classroom went out for lunch.
Ying Zijin took a bite of the tomato and looked down at her WeChat messages.
She didn't have many contacts on WeChat. The only people who would send her messages were Fu Yunshen and Wen Tinglan.
Wen Tinglan had been treating her like a child recently, such as today's message.
[Yaoyao, did you have a good lunch?]
[No, I just ate tomatoes.]
She was quite picky with her food.
Ten seconds later, Fu Yunshen sent her a voice message.
His voice had always been very pleasant. It was low and deep, like a musical note jumping on the tip of one's heart.
[Little kid, you haven't been apart for long, but you're being naughty again. You have to eat properly.]
[Okay.]
[Okay, it seems like I still have to keep an eye on you. See you tonight. Let's see if our Yaoyao has lost weight.]
Ying Zijin stared at this sentence. She rubbed her head and put her phone back into her pocket.
After eating the last bite of the tomato, she got up and went to the English team office.
She knocked on the door and walked in.
Other than Mr. Deng, there was only one young man in the office.
After the door was closed, Mr. Deng turned to him and said, "Mr. He, this child gave me a big surprise today. Her spoken English is really nice."
It wasn't an ordinary English accent. It was Queen's.
English — a pure royal English accent.
It was unbelievable.
He Xun heard this and asked calmly, "What's the use of it?"
He had helped Mr. Deng teach a few classes for the Elite Class. Naturally, he knew what Ying Zijin was like.
She wasn't motivated and didn't work hard.
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