Bind the Bai Fumei system, the world will serve her

Huang Ran and Li Lewei, who were closest, became even angrier.

It is really shameless to use your most professional courses to challenge areas that others are not good at.

Gao Yi didn't care, just looked at Teacher Evans and smiled calmly, "Teacher, let's write the questions in English."

Teacher Evans thought for a while, then walked towards the two of them and recited a poem softly.

"It's a relatively small piece of poetry that has only recently been published in the UK."

"Can you repeat it?"

Good guy.

This time, not only Huang Ran and Li Lewei, but also the students beside them couldn't help but quiet down.

Mr. Evans's speech speed is not very fast, but the poetry is different from the usual speech, and the intonation is also different.

Few of those present could understand everything, let alone repeat it.

Even Gao Yi, who was very calm at first, couldn't help but frowned slightly. He understood it, but to retell it completely, it's not just the test of English ability.

More importantly, in memory.

Teacher Evans didn't look at him either, but just cast his eyes on Song Wan,

"How is it? Song Wan, I've heard about your recent name as a genius!"

Song Wan stood up slightly, nodded towards Teacher Evans, and spoke in fluent British English, "I'm sorry teacher, the bet is just wishful thinking of student Gao."

"I didn't agree, and I didn't think it was necessary."

Gao Yi obviously understood, and couldn't help but turned his head back immediately, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes,

"Student Song Wan, why are you so stubborn?"

Gao Yi also spoke in English, but in American English.

Although fluent, it still has a Chinese accent.

Mr. Evans stood aside, without looking at Gao Yi, his eyes obviously fell on Song Wan.

"Wow, classmate Song Wan, why didn't the teacher know before that your British English is so good!"

Mr. Evans looked at Song Wan with surprise, but also deep surprise, "Could it be that this is what you Chinese call Tibetan clumsiness?"

Song Wan couldn't help showing a smile in his eyes.

Gao Yi, who was ignored, was a little shocked, and stared at Song Wan in a daze, "When did you learn English?"

He obviously paid attention to Song Wan's English level before.

It's dumb English at all.

Could it be that, as Mr. Evans said, he was hiding clumsiness?

Song Wan glanced at him impatiently, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"That's right. Is it possible that the whole class who preaches like you must know?" Li Lewei followed closely behind and rolled her eyes at Gao Yi.

Gao Yi followed the voice and looked towards Li Lewei, just in time to see those staring white eyes.

Just as I was about to say something, the class bell rang.

Teacher Evans stood directly on the podium with a smile on his face. He first looked at Gao Yi who was standing aside,

"Student Gao Yi, do you know what this poem describes?"

Only then did Gao Yi turn his gaze back to Teacher Evans, with a vague pride on his face, "Of course, teacher."

Without waiting for Teacher Evans to say anything, Gao Yi looked around and deliberately raised his voice.

"This poem is the leisurely and peaceful village life described by the poet. It can be seen that the author of the poem yearns for this kind of leisurely life."

Teacher Evans had a smile on his face, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at Song Wan who was at the side again,

"Do you like the poem just now? Song Wan."

Song Wan nodded, without looking at anyone, just said softly: "It gives people a very quiet sense of sadness."

Teacher Evans laughed immediately. This poem is describing the quiet and melodious village life on the surface.

But in fact, that tranquility was brought about after the destruction of the war.

It's one thing to understand it, it's another to understand it.

Teacher Evans is very sure at this time that Song Wan's English level is definitely not as simple as it was shown before.

With just an authentic London accent, all the dregs of Gao Yi's instant kill were left.

In comparison, Gao Yi is completely humiliating himself.

Seeing the expression on Teacher Evans' face, the students present also guessed whose answer was the correct answer.

Didn't pay much attention to the expressions of the students, Teacher Evans just looked at Song Wan fixedly, his eyes were full of concentration,

"Song Wan, it's nothing to do with betting, can you recite the poem just now for everyone?"

Mr. Evans said it was a recitation, but in fact he didn't mean to put the poems up at all.

Having reached this point, Song Wan didn't refuse any more.

With a cool and pleasant voice with the unique accent of the British aristocracy, he directly recited the poems recited by Mr. Evans just now verbatim.

Immediately, Mr. Evans' eyes lit up when he looked at Song Wan, "Oh Song Wan, believe me, you should change your major."

"If you don't study in the foreign language department, it is simply a loss for the foreign language department."

"I can personally propose to the principal to change majors for you. Song Wan, do you want to think about it?"

Because Mr. Evans said these words in Chinese, the students present could hear them clearly.

Looking at Song Wan's expression, Dang even couldn't help but changed again.

They had already been surprised once in the computing class, but who knew that they would give them such a big surprise again in the English class.

When Song Wan was talking to Teacher Evans, they couldn't understand what they were talking about when they spoke fast.

I just think Song Wan's accent is very nice, coupled with that perfect voice, it's simply a feast for the ears. .

If their previous English tapes had this effect, their English scores might have been raised.

Song Wan was already used to such gazes, and just smiled faintly at Teacher Evans, "Sorry, teacher, I have no plans to change my major just yet."

The smile on Teacher Evans' face was almost disappointing at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Are you sure you don't think about it anymore, Song Wan?"

"The employment rate of our foreign language department is still very high, especially if you have reached this level now, you can work as a translator after graduation."

The students here naturally know that their English teacher, Evans, also serves as the homeroom teacher of the foreign language department.

But isn't it a bit too much to poach someone so openly?

Mr. Evans didn't have such awareness at all, his eyes turned slightly, and the look in Song Wan's eyes suddenly became a little more cunning,

"As far as I know, our school can already take a second degree in the sophomore year."