Fang Yumei glared at Xi Zuzi resentfully and retorted sarcastically, "Principal, don’t you find Xi Zuzi’s pronunciation strange?"
Principal: "Huh? What’s strange about it? It sounds great!"
Fang Yumei: "You’re not professional English teachers, of course you can’t tell. Her pronunciation is not standard at all, what’s the use of sounding good? Haha, street singers sound good too, but can you sing for an English speech competition? Of course, standard pronunciation is required to qualify for the competition!"
In other words, Xi Zuzi’s speech is on the same level as street singing!
Without standard English pronunciation, she doesn’t deserve to be first, or even to compete.
Xing Yue was furious: "Anyway, Zuzi sounds good, who cares about pronunciation!"
Fang Yumei sneered, "What does a history teacher like you know? Principal, you’ve never taught English either, right? Let me tell you, the real standard for English pronunciation is Xi Ruzhu’s London accent, that’s authentic! She was just off her game today, her pronunciation is usually top-notch!"
Xi Ruzhu, who had just lost face on stage, finally revived a bit upon hearing this, and rasped with her voice, "It’s all my fault, right, I’m sorry, teachers. But what Teacher Fang taught me is indeed the London accent, the authentic one."
The grievance with tears in her eyes was especially pitiful.
The classmates who had just mocked her couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.
"Ah, so it was an authentic London accent, what a pity we didn’t get to hear the top student’s normal performance earlier..."
Xi Zuzi fiddled leisurely with her smartwatch and casually remarked, "London accent? Ancestor never heard of it. Those chirping languages from the West, does it even matter how they’re pronounced? They’re all horribly unpleasant anyway, even the ugly characters created by Cang Jie are easier on the eyes."
Damn, that tone, so arrogant and conceited!
She actually referred to such an important English subject as "chirping languages from the West."
And what the heck is Cang Jie???
Fang Yumei snorted, "What nonsense are you spouting, you fool? Something about flies creating characters?"
Xing Yue retorted rudely, "You’re an English teacher, if you don’t understand history, then keep your mouth shut!"
Fang Yumei was furious: "Anyway, since Xi Zuzi isn’t using a standard London accent, she shouldn’t be first! If you dare, let our Zhuzhu get back on stage once more, her London accent would definitely dominate the whole place..."
Xi Ruzhu’s heart surged with emotions, silently grateful to Fang Yumei, and she gulped repeatedly to wet her throat, hoping for a chance to turn the tables.
An elderly voice cut through the crowd, ringing out like a bell:
"Student Xi Zuzi is absolutely right, what’s the big deal about the London accent, it’s very vulgar!"
"Truly elegant English pronunciation is not the rustic London accent, but rather, the accent of the Germanic nobility from when Europe first developed thousands of years ago. That’s what you call authentic!"
"The truly remarkable part of Student Zuzi’s speech just now lies in her use of the noble accent of Old English!"
Everyone was utterly shocked: "..."
So the London accent is vulgar and not presentable, and the truly noble English pronunciation isn’t the London accent, but rather, the beautiful accent Xi Zuzi uses?
Xi Ruzhu stood dumbfounded in place.
The hope of turning the tables that had just ignited was cruelly extinguished like that.
Not only that, it even overturned her long-prided pronunciation advantage, the blow was too severe.
She looked in confusion at the elderly person emerging from the crowd, only hoping this person was just talking nonsense: "Who are you..."
Fang Yumei was also infuriated and embarrassed: "Who are you? Do you even understand English?"