I Broke Out Of My Grave And Was Yearning For Live Broadcast!

Chapter 30 The old man is a person who loves to learn

“Am I right?”

“What’s this talking about? So fast!”

“I don’t know, but I think it must be easy for Grandpa Ye to pass Level 4 and Level 6.”

“When Grandpa Ye speaks, he will know if there is any.”

“You see Teacher Huang is dumbfounded.”

With an attitude of watching a good show, the barrage stared at Teacher Huang closely, waiting for the other party’s response.

After a long time, Teacher Huang has taken action!

Staring straight at the adventures of Tom Sawyer in Ye Xuan’s hand

“How can this be!?

Surprised in his heart, Teacher Huang’s eyes slowly changed, and when he looked at Ye Xuan, he didn’t know what was more in his eyes.

The old man’s English is really shocking.

But what made Teacher Huang even more surprised was… the book in the hands of the old man!

The color is not yellow, but a kind of pale white. Just looking at it from a distance can feel the age.

If you guessed right…this book is probably the original manuscript written by Mark Twain at the time!

But before there is no evidence and no confirmation,

Teacher Huang will not jump to conclusions.

Tentatively looking at Ye Xuan, Teacher Huang asked gently: “Master, can I read this book?”

Ye Xuan felt relieved after hearing this, and smiled heartily: “Not bad, not bad!”

“Xiao Huang is now transparent? He also knows how to read, which is a good thing.”

“This book is really good, but it’s a bit unrealistic. At least the ending is not my favorite.”

Slowly handing out the book, Ye Xuan had a lot of disappointment in his eyes.

“My little horse’s book is pretty good, but it’s a bit tragic… I knew I asked him to change the ending…”

Ye Xuan murmured.

The barrage ridicule is more intense: “The old man likes comedy!”

“The Adventures of Tom Sawyer does have a somewhat unsatisfactory ending, but it is also optimistic.”

“Look at the old man looking upset when he mentioned the ending.”

“No! What Grandpa Ye said just now, Xiao Ma?”

Want to ask Xiao Ma to change the ending?

Everyone stayed for a while,

Father, don’t you know Mark Twain before?

Holding the book in his hand, Teacher Huang looked solemn and opened the book little by little.

When the first page opens, it is clearly the prologue.

But Teacher Huang’s eyes widened instantly!

I….

I’m a good boy!

His brain was blank, and Teacher Huang stared at the content of the first page of the book in his hand, completely dumbfounded!

This…this this this…

“The signature of the last page is actually…”

“Original!?”

Teacher Huang blurted out, his eyes burst into surprise, as if he couldn’t react, his left hand lightly shook, and the original manuscript in his hand fell directly.

When it was said that it was too late, Ye Xuan glanced faintly, and didn’t care.

I don’t know how many times I have read this book.

But Peng Peng quickly reached out and grabbed it.

What a joke!

The old man is not rare, it is because he doesn’t know how valuable this thing is!

Peng Peng heard the two words of the original manuscript blurted out by Teacher Huang.

If it falls on the ground and falls apart, who can handle it?

Teacher Huang kept muttering stupidly: “This is actually the original manuscript…”

The live audience heard it clearly.

Manuscript! ?

“No, isn’t it? Grandpa Ye is the manuscript of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer?”

“Isn’t it just a manuscript? Why are you so shocked?”

“You know what a shit! This is no longer a book, this is an old antique!!”

“The most monumental antique!”

“A book that Grandpa Ye took out at random is already invaluable. I really convinced him!”

Seeing Teacher Huang stunned, Ye Xuan looked calm and asked faintly: “Xiao Huang, what’s wrong with you?”

“Isn’t it the book, is it necessary?”

Teacher Huang was relieved, unable to laugh or cry: “Old ancestors, this is indeed a book.”

“But…necessary!”

“very necessary!”

With a lot of seriousness on his face, Teacher Huang raised his head to look at the table and slapped his tongue: “You don’t know.”

“Mark Twain manuscript…how valuable is it!”

“With this book, you can exchange it for a villa.”

Ye Xuan waved his hand, not catching a cold: “What do I want the villa for?”

“If you like this book, take it and read it.”

Teacher Huang was flattered and shook his head like a rattle: “This is definitely not good, old man.”

“This thing is precious, you should put it away.”

Pack the book securely, and Teacher Huang picked it up and helped Ye Xuan put it down.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xuan was unhappy at once, frowning and teaching: “I said you Xiaohuang, he is worth several hundred million, that is also a book!”

“If you like to watch it, just take it and watch it.”

Knowing what Ye Xuan meant, Teacher Huang Haosheng explained: “Master, you misunderstood.”

“I read this book before when I was in school.”

“It’s just that it’s a bit hard to accept the manuscript in your hand today.”

Mark Twain existed in the eighteenth century.

Many works handed down from generation to generation have been praised by posterity.

Now Ye Xuan has a proper manuscript in his hand. Who can accept it?

Teacher Huang was originally just curious, but now she never dared to accept what Ye Xuan gave to herself.

The words between Teacher Huang and Ye Xuan naturally caused speculations.

“I think it’s impossible.”

“Mark Twain was a writer hundreds of years ago, and hundreds of years have passed. How could the manuscript remain undamaged?”

“I also think that Mark Twain’s manuscript has never appeared.”

Seeing that the bullet screen didn’t believe me, Teacher Huang was immediately unhappy, so he opened the book and turned the first page out.

“If you don’t believe me, I will show it to you.”

In order to dispel everyone’s doubts,

Teacher Huang pointed the book at the live studio camera.

The audience stared at the book in front of them, all dumbfounded!

“I’m numb, my scalp is numb!”

“It’s actually true!”

“I said it was true before you still don’t believe it.”

“It’s all right now. Mark Twain’s coffin board can’t hold it down, right?”

The audience joked and joked.

Teacher Huang was puzzled: “Old man, although this question is very abrupt, but…where did your book come from?”

A span of nearly three centuries!

Anyone will be curious.

Ye Xuan waved his hand casually and yawned: “Let me think about it…”

“It seems that Xiao Ma was in my house when he was tutoring at my house…”

Having said that, Ye Xuan smiled and shook his head.

He thought of Mark Twain,

When I think of this kid’s study, he always looks wronged every time.

It’s as if Ye Xuan bullied him.

“Hey, there is still a book here!”

At this moment, the sharp-eyed Peng Peng suddenly saw a book under the bed.

Quickly picked it up with his hands.

But the moment Peng Peng saw the title of the book, he couldn’t help being stunned.

“A Dream of Red Mansions?”

“Master, you like to watch Dream of Red Mansions too!”

Teacher Huang smiled, but from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the first page opened by Peng Peng.

Yellowed paper,

Black words!

Write the calligraphy of the dragon and snake!

Let the teacher Huang see, can’t help but stay again!