The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

When the class teacher approached him, he only gave him some materials, saying that he would write an English debate draft based on the subject matter given here, and then show it to her.

"It doesn't have to be me, it's not decided yet." Bian Jing never let go.

Xie Ting sat on the ground looking like an old god, unmoved.

Bian Jing was confused by his appearance, and asked, "Really?"

Xie Ting raised his eyelids, which meant: "Do you think I am a liar?"

Bian Jing felt a little stressed. He had won many awards in high school, but none of them came from debate competitions.

"Then I won? Is it the No. [-] middle school or the Zhan University?"

Xie Ting thought for a while before saying, "It's your fault."

Bian Jing didn't understand, but he soon understood.

The debate competition started from the preliminary round, and it only lasted a month. It was originally attended by students from the Department of Literature and Business English of Zhanning University. They narrowly won the preliminary round. When entering the semi-finals, the four debaters were not in good condition. , highly nervous, being crushed and beaten by the students brought by the professor of Stanford University, and now it is a one-to-one tie.

After the rematch, our second debate was hospitalized.

It is said that the pressure was too great. When going downstairs, he rolled directly from the stairs on the third floor to the first floor. When the brother was carried away, he breathed a sigh of relief, held his companion's hand and said happily, "I finally don't have to play games."

If it weren't for the fact that life is so precious, Bian Jing suspected that this brother did it on purpose.

Lao He is his class teacher, and he took him for two years in high school. When he came to take him to the game this time, he was more excited than anyone else. After explaining the rules to him, he told him another unspoken rule.

Old He's eyes sparkled, as if seeing the dawn, and he said excitedly: "Professor Locke is also coming to the game this time, do you know who it is?"

Side scene: "I don't know."

"..."

It's normal not to know the side scene, he has never even been out of the province, how could he know that this is a foreigner's name?

Old He hated that iron could not be made into steel, and asked, "Do you usually read the news?"

Side scene: "No time."

He really didn't have time, writing and working part-time had already taken up all his time.

Lao He continued to ask: "What about the mobile phone, take out the mobile phone, and search now."

The tall and straight boy stood in the classroom office, slowly took out his mobile phone and swipe.

Old He suspected that his Internet speed was slow, so he explained to him impatiently: "Mr. Locke is the chairman of the SAID public welfare debate organization in Singapore. Stanford to pick top students for his debate team."

"What does this mean?"

Bian Jing felt a little clearer in his heart, looking at Lao He, the smile on Lao He's face became wider, he patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him: "Bian Jing, as long as you perform well in this final this time, there is a good chance Eight or nine were selected by him, and being selected means that you can be directly sent to Stanford University, do you understand the painstaking efforts of the teacher?"

The borderline understands.

Lowering his head, he looked at the class teacher in front of him who had been worrying about him for two years. It was hard to say anything in denial. He also knew that with his grades, he deserved a bright future.

After coming out of the classroom office, Bian Jing brought another pile of materials in his hand, more papers than before.

Everyone in the class was preparing for the upcoming monthly exam, Bian Jing sat in his seat and carefully studied the files.

Watch the video of this competitor in the love pie given by Lao He, and understand the strengths and weaknesses of each debater.

Xie Ting sometimes doesn't come to class and studies at home. Anyway, the educational resources provided by his family are far better than those at school. I heard that this time he specially invited a foreign affairs teacher to give him a surprise English attack.

Don't ask for a high score, just pass it.

When Bian Jing looked up from the file, the clouds in the distance looked like the cotton candy he had eaten when he was a child. The current situation made Bian Jing suddenly have another sentence in his mind.

He and Qingfeng said softly:

"We met halfway and stayed with each other for a while, and then went our separate ways."