Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

Damn, Teacher Wu started to get intense right away.

Li Pengfei buried his face behind the pile of books. It was hard to imagine how embarrassed Zhou Jiangnan would be after the incident.

The picture was so beautiful that he really didn't dare to look at it.

The other students didn't react. They just thought that the artistic conception of the poem was beautiful, with a kind of middle school feeling that was very suitable for youth, which could be understood but not expressed in words.

Lin Yu couldn't help but copy it down from the book and tried to translate it, but he didn't feel satisfied.

Teacher Wu started the class in this way and achieved very good results. Everyone was thinking seriously.

She was very satisfied and then called Lin Yu's name: "Student Lin Yu, I see that you like this poem very much, so you can translate it. Speak boldly and set an example for your classmates."

Lin Yu stood up, and pulled his trousers against the stool to fit his trousers tightly, making his legs look slender.

"In this world, I like three things: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun illuminates the day, the moon illuminates the night, and your light is eternal."

Lin Yu's translation was pretty good.

Teacher Wu nodded, then looked at Zhao Wanwan meaningfully, and said casually: "Student Zhao Wanwan, you are the English class representative of our class. The teacher wants to hear your translation."

Zhao Wanwan stood up and instantly attracted everyone's attention, except Zhou Jiangnan.

"In this world, I only like three things, the sun, the moon, and you. The day shines because of the sun, the night shines because of the moon, and you are eternally brilliant."

"Very good, your translation is also very good, are there any other students who want to answer?"

Teacher Wu looked at the audience expectantly, and his eyes swept in the direction of Zhou Jiangnan many times.

Zhou Jiangnan felt weird, you randomly selected people, why do you always look at me?

It can't be like buying a lottery ticket, it has been decided in advance.

But if I really get called up to translate, I don't care, a small scene is not to be afraid of.

He sat there calmly, looking like he was just watching a play.

Teacher Wu frowned.

The instigator of this play was this boy. He looked at this poem without changing his expression. Why didn't I realize that he had such a strong psychological quality before?

This fearless look is really abominable.

Then, it's you.

"Zhou Jiangnan."

"Ah?"

"You try."

"Oh."

Zhou Jiangnan pretended to think, as if he was racking his brains.

Li Pengfei was so embarrassed that he covered his face and muttered: "Brother Nan, Brother Fei, I can't help you."

Everyone was curious about what Zhou Jiangnan, a poor student, could translate. After all, this guy's English was just passing.

"Why did Teacher Wu pick him up? He doesn't have the ability."

"Maybe Lin Yu and Zhao Wanwan's level was too good just now. We should also choose a poor translator to compare with, so that we can find the gap."

"That makes sense. There is no harm without comparison."

"Not necessarily. I always feel familiar with that piece of paper. It seems that there is only one person in our class who likes to use this colorful letterhead paper. Who is that person?"

Just when Zhou Jiangnan was thinking, the classmates talked about it.

In less than ten seconds, he slowly opened his mouth: "There are three thousand floating worlds, and I love three."

When these words came out, Teacher Wu's eyes lit up.

Lin Yu turned his head in surprise.

Zhao Wanwan's shoulders shook.

Everyone stopped talking, and their eyes were all focused on him, but he continued to translate: "Sun, Moon and Qing."

Translate you into Qing?

Good boy, you are really good, you have a bit of level.

Li Pengfei looked up suddenly, and he smelled the breath of pretense.

At this moment, Zhou Jiangnan was tall and handsome, almost surpassing him.

"The sun is morning, the moon is evening, and you are..."

"Why?" Teacher Wu was anxious and couldn't help asking loudly.

Zhou Jiangnan looked around, smiled and swept across Lin Yu's eyes, then stared at Teacher Wu and said word by word: "Morning, morning, evening, evening!"

"Hiss..."

Everyone took a breath of cold air, Zhou Jiangnan was so strong that he was a king.

This translation is so cool.

When did this guy become so awesome? He just amazed everyone with his basketball skills yesterday, and today he is so eloquent?

Lin Yu covered her mouth and almost screamed. Girls' feelings are always poems, and now this poem is read out in front of her, it's too murderous.

"He just smiled at me. Did he mean me? No, no, Lin Yu, you are too proud. Zhou Jiangnan likes Wanwan, how could he like you?"

She looked at Zhao Wanwan, the most beautiful school girl in the history of Lingjiang No. 1 Middle School, and was also stunned at this moment, muttering something.

Lin Yu knew that she was reading Zhou Jiangnan's translation.

For a moment, Teacher Wu was beside Zhou Jiangnan.I saw the shadow of the school idol in college, and the memories of my girlhood came flooding back.

It's great, it's great to be young.

Damn it!

"Student Jiangnan, I have to applaud you, your translation is really wonderful."

Teacher Wu clapped her hands, and other students followed suit.

"In the world of three thousand, I love three: the sun, the moon and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the evening, and you are for the morning and the evening."

"What a morning and evening, student Jiangnan, you really impressed me today."

Teacher Wu's name is Wu Yuanyuan, and she was once the most beautiful flower in the teaching team of this school.

In that era, people who studied English always had to be more romantic, especially girls.

She wrote the Chinese translation of Zhou Jiangnan on the blackboard, and a group of students quickly copied the homework.

Such a beautiful sentence is simply a killer when used in writing essays.

Even if you don't write essays, writing love letters in college in the future, it won't be a hit, right?

"Wanwan, don't you want to write it down?"

"No, Xiaoyu, it's useless to write it down, and I won't take the college entrance examination."

Zhao Wanwan was stubborn, and Lin Yu stopped trying to persuade her.

Zhou Jiangnan's performance today was indeed beyond Zhao Wanwan's expectations. She actually had the urge to find back the love letters she had thrown away before, wanting to see if there were any other amazing sentences in them.

But this urge had just sprouted, and she immediately killed it.

She would never fall in love before college, and there was no one she liked in Lingjiang No. 1 Middle School.

Zhou Jiangnan had a good appearance, but he was too cowardly. He had to pass on a love letter to Li Pengfei, and she didn't even have the interest to take a look at it.

And that bastard had just done something so outrageous yesterday, and she already hated him even more, so don't even think about her having the slightest affection for him.

Zhao Wanwan's father was the director of the Public Security Bureau. Under the influence of her family environment, her admiration for the strong was even stronger than others.

Teacher Wu gave up the idea of ​​handing the love letter to the class teacher, Lao Zhang. Who hasn't had a time when they were young and full of energy?

Let these children's innocent feelings turn into a delicious wine that will make you drunk the moment it is opened.

But at this moment, a boy suddenly raised his right hand.

"Teacher Wu, I know why Zhou Jiangnan translated it so well, because he originally wrote this poem."