"Who wants to go first?" Meng Qinghao asked the two people on stage with a mild smile.
"I’ll go first," Zhang Xiaoman said proudly, "Teacher, I should represent the good students in the class. My previous school’s teacher was really great at speaking."
After saying this, she cast a disdainful glance at Gu Lingling.
A rural girl. Don’t even mention speaking skills, she might not even be familiar with foreign languages!
Gu Lingling couldn’t be bothered to respond to Zhang Xiaoman. She just wondered how this person got admitted?
Or maybe her grades were entirely fake?
After all, in her past life, she had heard of many cases where good scores were replaced by others.
But then again, it didn’t seem right.
If someone was replacing another’s score, wouldn’t they keep it low-key? Like Zhang Xiaoman, bragging about her second place wherever she went, as if afraid others wouldn’t know she did well.
"Alright then." It was Meng Qinghao’s first time encountering such a ’confident’ girl, but he didn’t get angry, smiling as he said, "Let’s have this student start first."
He posed the question directly in a foreign language.
Zhang Xiaoman still wore a smug smile without any reaction.
Meng Qinghao repeated the question.
Zhang Xiaoman finally responded, pointing at herself, "Should I go first?"
Meng Qinghao nodded and asked her again, "How did your language teacher teach you?"
Zhang Xiaoman widened her eyes in surprise at Meng Qinghao, "Teacher, why is what you say different from our teacher’s?"
Why does she not understand it at all?
"Alright, classmate." Meng Qinghao smiled and nodded, "So, what did your teacher teach you?"
He asked this question in three different languages, but seeing Zhang Xiaoman still looking puzzled, she finally shyly said, "Hi, hai fu you yi teng ye te?"
Meng Qinghao, "..."
What language was that? Forgive him for not understanding.
The students below, "..."
Baffled looks, did Zhang Xiaoman suddenly get possessed by something?
Only Gu Lingling, seasoned by her past life’s ’Chinese-to-English’ learning mode, took a while to realize what she meant.
"Classmate... could you say that again?" Meng Qinghao asked with a hand over his heart, smiling.
Zhang Xiaoman confidently repeated, then added, "My speaking skills are praised by our teacher as great."
Meng Qinghao, "..."
This is speaking?
Oh my, can someone save his fragile heart?
He had encountered methods of learning English with Chinese phonetic symbols before, but never anyone who confidently claimed their spoken language was great this way.
Who gave her this courage?
If Gu Lingling knew what Meng Qinghao was thinking, she would surely say, it was a woman surnamed Liang.
"You... are you like her?" Meng Qinghao asked Gu Lingling weakly.
Gu Lingling smiled and shook her head.
Of course not.
"Then... could you say a few words?" Meng Qinghao weakly asked.
Gu Lingling responded in a foreign language, saying what?
Meng Qinghao looked at her with delight.
Finally, there was no longer that feeling of wanting to cry.
Then, the two of them started conversing on the platform.
"What are you guys talking about?" Zhang Xiaoman impatiently said, giving Gu Lingling a glance, "Don’t think just because you’re pretty you can show off..."
The voice was soft, but Meng Qinghao stood nearby and naturally heard it.
"What were we saying?" Meng Qinghao turned to look at the seated students below, "Classmates, this is a foreign language."
"In my opinion, Gu Lingling’s speaking is very authentic and standard."