Reborn 1980: Being pinched and pampered by a rough soldier

Some people in the conference room suddenly became aggrieved. Their eyes changed when they looked at Meng Chun. Zhou Xufang glanced at Song Qingqing with unclear meaning.

He spoke before the others, "Classmate Meng Chun was invited by me from Sangu Thatched Cottage. Qingqing, don't let your words take away the popularity I finally invited."

The announcer at the time of 6pm today has never been fixed. There is no competition for others' positions and there is no issue of fairness.

Besides, you broadcast three time slots a day. You always dominate the morning broadcast and never give others a chance. I didn’t say anything. "

As soon as these words came out, Song Qingqing felt a fire burning in his chest. He looked up at Zhou Xufang in disbelief, how could Meng Chun compare with her.

"Okay, I won't say much else. As the webmaster, I should be able to make the decision. All dissatisfaction will come to me after classmate Meng Chun broadcasts the broadcast this afternoon."

Although Zhou Xufang looks gentle and down-to-earth, he always speaks his mind when doing things.

Others in the conference room didn't dare to say anything, just waiting for Meng Chun's broadcast this afternoon.

Song Qingqing also gave Meng Chun a vague look. The English broadcast was not just about repeating the sentences. The translator could fool her casually.

The radio is no good, the whole school is listening!

She was waiting for Meng Chun to make a joke. Don't think that everything could be achieved through the back door. Maybe this time she would be able to give Meng Chun a hard time.

Song Qingqing took a deep breath and her voice became softer, "Okay, now that this is the case, let's go back and prepare first. Student Meng Chun, don't be nervous. If you can take over the translation task, you will definitely be better at broadcasting than me."

These words simply made Meng Chun stand up.

Meng Chun smiled slightly and said nothing, "See you in the afternoon."

Song Qingqing choked, saying so many words seemed to be in vain, it was a waste of time, how could there be such a disgusting person.

Meng Chun did not go back in the afternoon and stayed directly at the radio station to make preparations. The manuscript was a ten-minute manuscript prepared early in the morning.

She had to get familiar with it first.

There were many people gathered around the door, whispering.

"She was the one who stole Senior Sister Song's translation task. I heard that Teacher Li originally wanted Senior Sister Song for that task, but this person fell from the sky and snatched it away."

"That's such a pity for Senior Sister Song! Anyway, I won't help her. I will always support Senior Sister Song."

"I'm not going either. I want to see what she can do."

"If you don't have anything else to do, go and practice your oral English." Zhou Xufang didn't know when he came. He looked at them expressionlessly and then opened the door.

Everyone outside blushed and dispersed instantly.

Meng Chun saw Zhou Xufang come in and said hello.

Zhou Xufang was a little curious, "You heard what I just said, aren't you angry?"

"It's useless to be angry, and it's even more useless to argue."

There were many classmates in the department who suspected her of using the back door. She smiled confidently, "I like to use my strength to block their mouths, and I want to thank you. This afternoon is an opportunity for me."

"How are you preparing?" Zhou Xufang glanced at her English manuscript, which was full of annotations, and handed over a Chinese translation.

"Usually there are assistants who provide Chinese manuscripts. This time, suddenly, I printed the Chinese manuscripts myself. I will be your assistant for the time being."

"Thanks."

Meng Chun didn't read the manuscript, "There's no need for this, I've almost prepared it."

Zhou Xufang was a little surprised, "So confident?"

Meng Chun tilted his head, "It's not that I'm confident, it's that I'm almost ready. You can do whatever you want, and I'll read the manuscript."

Zhou Xufang saw that she really didn't need it, so he put the Chinese manuscript on the table, silently stood up and closed the door without disturbing her again.

Meng Chun had been practicing for an hour. When she saw that the time was almost up, she stood up with a water glass and went out to get a glass of warm water. It would start in five or six minutes.

She moistened her throat and was about to walk back.

"Classmate Meng Chun." Song Qingqing trotted after him and handed Meng Chun a small box the size of a palm. "Don't be nervous. I'm sure you can do it. I'll give you this throat lozenge. It's good for your throat."

"I appreciate your kindness. I don't like sweets." Meng Chun walked around Song Qingqing and was about to leave, but Song Qingqing stopped her again.

"If you read it wrong by then, don't read it back. Many people won't be able to hear it anyway. I have accumulated experience after broadcasting for several years."

"Classmate Meng!"

A female classmate appeared on the other side of the corridor and walked over quickly, "It's time to get ready. Webmaster Zhou asked me to call you."

"it is good."

Meng Chun gave Song Qingqing a strange look. He didn't have time to say anything to her, so he went to the classroom, picked up the reading manuscript, and strode to the broadcast room next door.

"Senior Sister Song, what did you just say to her?"

Song Qingqing smiled softly, "I'm afraid she has no experience, so tell her some things to pay attention to. Lingling, let's go and see how she is doing."

Hu Ling muttered: "Why does she do so much? Anyway, if it is her who is the one who is embarrassed, we are all waiting to see her laugh.

She really thought she had snatched away your translation task, senior sister, and now she can even snatch your broadcasting position, senior sister? Who doesn’t know that you are the mainstay of our radio station? "

These words simply spoke to Song Qingqing's heart, and she said humbly: "Don't say that, you are much better than me.

I listened to your broadcast last week. In time, you will definitely take my place. "

Hu Ling's face was hot, his eyes were bright, and he looked embarrassed, "Senior sister, you are about to graduate. I have to work harder and not let the female announcer of the radio station lose to their male announcer."

Song Qingqing's eyes darkened and he twitched the corner of his mouth.

While they were talking, the two of them arrived at the door of the broadcast room. The door was closed, and a circle of people gathered outside. "Shh, don't talk. It's starting inside."

After Meng Chun introduced himself as today's announcer, he took a deep breath, and his fluent English spread through the loudspeaker to every corner of the campus.

The students who were waiting to see the joke at the radio station outside were dumbfounded. After a long while, they stiffened their necks and turned around:

"Who is broadcasting this? Is it classmate Meng Chun? She couldn't have gone in with the radio, right?"

"But Station Master Zhou is also inside, and he will definitely not allow her to be brought in."

"You guys are stupid, any radio can be exactly the same as the content of that manuscript!"

Several people at the radio station glanced at each other and swallowed in disbelief, "So, this is really broadcast by Mr. Meng!? It's exactly the same as the pronunciation of foreigners on the radio!"

I don’t know, but I really thought they were pure foreigners. "