God, he's reborn

Lin Zhao originally planned to sleep in on Sunday, but unexpectedly, he was woken up by the phone in the living room after eight o'clock.Lin Junguo went to work, Zheng Xiufen was still sleeping, Lin Zhao had no choice but to get up to answer the phone.

The call was from Qin Muyang, and his deep voice came through the phone line: "Lin Zhao, I'm going to the bookstore to buy books, do you want to come together?"

Hearing his voice, Lin Zhao immediately regained his spirits: "Okay, okay, what time do you want to go?"

"How about nine o'clock?"

"Okay, I'll wash up first."

In order to be able to ride in Qin Muyang's car, Lin Zhao deliberately did not ride.

Qin Muyang didn't say anything, and drove him away familiarly.

The early morning wind blew towards Qin Muyang's face with a hint of coolness. Looking at Qin Muyang's broad back, Lin Zhao almost wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.He originally thought that he would only be able to see Qin Muyang today during his evening self-study, but he didn't expect to have the benefit of going to the bookstore together.

God treats him well!

Qin Muyang came to buy reference books. He looked at the books row by row, and Lin Zhao followed him step by step to look at him.

"Do you have any books to buy?" Qin Muyang suddenly turned around and asked.

"Ah...no, no." Lin Zhao looked away in a panic, pretending to read a book.

After wandering around the bookstore for nearly an hour, Qin Muyang finally bought four reference books.

If others had been shopping for so long, Lin Zhao would have scolded them long ago, but Qin Muyang had been shopping for so long, but Lin Zhao felt: the male god is really serious in his work, even when he chooses reference books, he is not ambiguous at all.

On the way back, Qin Muyang asked Lin Zhao, "Have you thought about the speech contest?"

Lin Zhao didn't expect that Qin Muyang would still take this matter to heart, and he was flattered: "Well, I plan to participate. I don't expect to win prizes, just take it as exercise."

Qin Muyang nodded: "There is still half a month, you should prepare well."

On Monday, the English teacher talked about the speech contest in the class. She pushed her glasses and scanned the classroom: "Students who want to go come to my office after class to get the registration form. OK, let's start class."

Lin Zhao has been out of shape in this class. He has clearly made up his mind to participate in the speech contest, but when things come to an end, he starts to hesitate again.

Speaking of competitions, Lin Zhao participated in many competitions when he was in junior high school, including provincial and national competitions.But since entering high school, he hasn't played a single game.He had already forgotten what it was like to stand on the stage and be watched by thousands of people, so he didn't know if he could still face the judges' scrutiny calmly.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the English teacher said again, "Students who want to participate in the competition come to my office to get the registration form".Seeing the top students confidently following behind the English teacher, Lin Zhao lay down on the table and acted like a coward.

Liu Weiwei pushed Lin Zhao: "Why don't you go?"

"I'll go, I'll go," Lin Zhao said in a muffled voice, "Do you want to lose face?"

"What a disgrace, you'll lose face if you don't go!" Liu Weiwei got angry, "Lin Zhao, can you fight a bit?"

"I can't."

"Who says you can't do it? Could it be that all the trophies in your family were obtained by shady people?"

"You know, that was in the past. I'm such a scumbag now, and participating in this kind of competition can't make people laugh."

Liu Weiwei was still talking, but someone interrupted her: "Lin Zhao."

Lin Zhao's radar quickly detected Qin Muyang's voice, he raised his head and smiled like a flower: "What's the matter?"

"Your registration form." Qin Muyang handed over a form, "I brought it for you when I went out."

The smile on Lin Zhao's face froze. He looked at the registration form in Qin Muyang's hand, but did not pick it up for a long time.

"Take it." Qin Muyang shook the registration form.

Lin Zhaoqian smiled twice, and took the registration form like a hot potato: "Thank you."

Qin Muyang smiled back: "You're welcome."

Under Liu Weiwei's supervision, he filled out the registration form and handed it over to the English teacher. Now, Lin Zhao had no way out.

In order to perform better during the competition, Lin Zhao began to prepare from dawn to dusk.Half a month is enough for a top student like Zhao Ziqi, but it is too tight for a poor student like him.

Writing, revising, memorizing, re-revising, and consolidating the memorization, Lin Zhao nearly spit out those words.

The only benefit is that Qin Muyang has been with him, helping him revise the manuscript from time to time, and listening to him recite the manuscript, pointing out where the tone is wrong.

Lin Zhao felt that if Qin Muyang hadn't been with him, he would have given up a long time ago.

In the midst of anxiety, the day of the competition finally arrived.Due to the large number of applicants, this competition is divided into preliminary rounds and final rounds.

The preliminary competition was divided into ten classrooms, and the content was to speak articles with a given theme in advance. Apart from the relatives and friends, the audience was basically only the judges and teachers.

Lin Zhao is number eight, Liu Weiwei comforted him, the number eight is good, send it!Dafa!

Lin Zhao looked at the eloquent No. [-] on the stage, and was so nervous that he wanted to go to the bathroom again.

No. [-] entered the final without any suspense, and the host announced that No. [-] would play.Encouraged by Liu Weiwei and Jiang Yucheng, Lin Zhao walked onto the stage. Looking at the five judges with expressionless faces below, his mind went blank.

"Good morning everyone, I'm very glad to stand here and give you a short speech. My topic is...is..."

Lin Zhao was stuck.He tried his best to recall the manuscripts that followed, but he couldn't remember the manuscripts that he had memorized backwards.

The more you think about it, the more you panic, and the more you panic, the more you can't remember it.Lin Zhao was so anxious that his head was sweating, his eyes swept across the stage in panic.

The face of the judge teacher gradually becoming impatient, Liu Weiwei's anxious expression, Jiang Yucheng's mouth shape that has been trying to remind, and finally Qin Muyang's firm eyes.

Meeting Qin Muyang's eyes, Lin Zhao's flustered heart gradually calmed down.He smiled at the judges, and said generously and politely: "Sorry, I'm bitnervous. The lastspeakermadeaveryablespeech, itmademestressful."

Lin Zhao said and shrugged.There was a kind voice from below, and after the atmosphere eased, Lin Zhao continued: "Then, I'll begin my speech. Mytopicis "Internet". Itis known to all that..."

The time seemed to return to the afternoons of countless speech rehearsals, Lin Zhao stood in front of him talking, and Qin Muyang sat on the stone bench and looked at him with a smile.

"That all, thank you for your listening."

After the last word fell, the applause from the audience brought Lin Zhao back to reality.He bowed and waited for the judge's teacher's comment.

The judge teacher first praised him, and then said a few words about his jam at the beginning.The final five judges and teachers voted, and Lin Zhao entered the final with five votes.

"Azhao, you are so handsome!" Liu Weiwei yelled impatiently as soon as she left the classroom, "You don't even know the aura you stand on the stage, tsk tsk, you just want to make people kneel on the ground and call my emperor!" Long live."

"It's not that exaggerated." Lin Zhao scratched his head in embarrassment, and kept looking at Qin Muyang.

"It's great." Qin Muyang only said two words, but Lin Zhao felt that the whole world lit up.

The final will be held three days later, and the school will prepare forty questions.During the competition, lots will be drawn on the spot, and whichever topic is drawn will be talked about.

When Lin Zhao knew the rules, he fell directly on Liu Weiwei: "It's over, it's over, impromptu speech, at my level, I can only make soy sauce."

Liu Weiwei was still obsessed with his outstanding performance in the morning, and temporarily became his brain-dead point: "How come, our A Zhao is so good, those scumbags should get out of the way."

Lin Zhao shattered Liu Weiwei's dream cruelly: "You seem to have made a mistake, and I am the one who should get out of the way."

Liu Weiwei: "Oh."

Evening self-study happened to be English evening self-study, and the English teacher briefly talked about the situation of the speech contest.

A total of three students in the class entered the finals, which is the class with the most finals in the ordinary class.Most classes have only one finalist, and some classes don't even make it.

The English teacher praised and congratulated the three finalists in public, and then told everyone to read the book by themselves, and called the three finalists out.

Lin Zhao followed Zhao Ziqi and Wan Hong disheartenedly, trying to ignore the discussions in the classroom.

The English teacher called them out at this time just to talk about the speech contest.She analyzed the speech contests over the years, and by the way, speculated on what topics the school will present this year.

"You must remember that no matter what topic you get, don't be nervous. If you can't think of complicated expressions, use simple sentences. It doesn't matter if you have grammatical mistakes, as long as you can speak smoothly and express the meaning If the expression is in place, then there is no problem. Well, it’s getting late, so go back and read your books.”

The three of them walked out of the office, and Wan Hong sighed: "Teacher Wen said it so simply, I'm really afraid that I'll be so nervous that I won't even be able to use 'amisare'."

Lin Zhao patted him on the shoulder: "This is something I should worry about."

Wan Hong suggested: "How about the three of us find a time to discuss together?"

Just as Lin Zhao was about to agree, Zhao Ziqi said, "I don't have time to discuss it with you." After speaking, she quickened her pace and walked ahead.

Wan Hong made a face at Lin Zhao: "People who take a [-]th in English are different. People like us who take a [-]th should stay aside."

Lin Zhao said with a smile: "Then people like me who pass the [-]th or [-]th exams have to go to the peak?"

Wan Hong waved his hand: "Stop teasing me, I think you must have not taken the exam seriously."

Although Lin Zhao didn't think it was a big deal whether he took the exam seriously, Wan Hong's words encouraged him very well.It seems that he is not hopeless!