Chapter 23 I can speak authentic American English!

  At 7 o'clock, Liu Meng still got up and had a good sleep, feeling refreshed.

  In the ice city, the morning sun rises early at 7 o'clock. The sunlight is already a bit intense and shines through the window curtains, sprinkling dots of light on the young man's body. He can't help but sniff the scent of the sunlight, and suddenly feels his whole body filled with energy.

  Yesterday's outburst filled him with a sense of accomplishment and made him want to strive even harder.

  Throw off the quilt, brush teeth and wash face quickly, go running in the stadium.

  After running 5 laps, Liu Meng looked at the time and was a bit stunned, while excitedly whistling a gentle and melodious tune. His running speed had increased significantly, with one lap of 400 meters taking less than a minute, and his endurance was also quite good.

  He did a hundred sit-ups in one breath, still with some strength left over. His classmates who were running past saw a youth twisting his waist and doing sit-ups as if he had wound himself up like a spring, and couldn't help but feel shocked - this was just too impressive!

  At this exciting moment, the training time was a bit longer.

  Back to the dormitory, saw Lao Da, Tian Xin and others rushing to attend math class, only then remembered that there was a math class early in the morning. Originally, Liu Meng didn't have to go to class, but he had promised Gu Xuan before. After all, men should keep their promises.

  Before going out, tidy up your clothes. Although they are simple and a bit shabby, you should still keep them neat and clean.

  When he rushed into the classroom in a hurry, Mr. Kong had already arrived and was checking his classmates' homework with a frown, which made him somewhat puzzled.

  Almost all of my classmates can finish it every time, which is very abnormal.

  Yesterday, Zheng Zhong called him and said that among the students in the Electrical Engineering Department this year, there is a math genius who is quite good. I wonder if it's this kid who does it every time and lets other classmates copy?

  It's just that Zheng Zhong didn't specifically say who it was, Kong Jidao glanced at Zheng Wen, this little girl is sitting obediently, next to her sat Gu Tian, he had also met in private. Zheng Zhong wouldn't be referring to his own daughter, would he? This girl has been clever and quick-witted since she was a child, it's not impossible.

  Kong Jidao looked at the clock and saw that there were less than ten minutes before class started. Zheng Wen happened to be in the first row, so he walked over and said: "Zheng Wen, how's your homework going?"

  Zheng Wen didn't expect Teacher Kong to come over and talk to her, and for a moment, she couldn't think of what to say. She was stunned for a moment, then respectfully said: "Teacher Kong's questions are all very challenging, every question requires in-depth understanding to be answered."

  "Oh, really? I just saw the exercise book you did earlier, every question had a standard answer. Was it your dad who guided you?" Kong Jidao looked at Zheng Wen with some amusement.

  "There's no way, I've been doing it all in school, only coming home on weekends. He hasn't even seen it before, we were just discussing and doing it together with a few classmates. One person's thinking can easily get stuck in a dead end." Zheng Wen hurriedly explained.

  "Oh, several classmates, which ones are they?" Kong Ji asked with great interest.

  Zheng Wen said with a big smile, "As for me and Gu Meng, there is also Liu Meng, just him."

  Just then, Liu Meng rushed in, saw Gu Tian sitting there, took his seat, and ran over to sit down, panting heavily.

  Kong Jidao found it strange to see this young man rushing in, sweating profusely. He was not tall and a bit thin. Zheng Wen and Gu Dian were both unusually tall girls, so it was normal for them to be together. This young man could join them, he must be quite capable.

  "Hello, Professor Kong." Liu Meng greeted him. As for Professor Kong, he still had a deep respect for him from the bottom of his heart. From the fact that he revised and updated his exercise books every year, it could be seen that he was an outstanding professor who was rigorous in his academic pursuits and worthy of admiration.

  Liu Meng sat down, and with a careful glance around, quietly handed over a box of milk and bread from under the seat. When Liu Meng took it, he slightly exerted force and also grasped her hand together.

  Teacher Kong was still standing in front, Gu Pan's face suddenly turned red with shame, she tried to pull her hand back, but Liu Meng's grip was too tight and she couldn't pull it out, so she had to let him hold on, and gave him a meaningful glance, but Liu Meng pretended not to see.

  "Hey kid, what's your name? I've never seen you before." Kong Jidao asked Liu Meng.

  Liu Meng felt a bit embarrassed, but since a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, he told the truth: "Teacher Kong, my name is Liu Meng. To be honest, I rarely attend classes and always have something that holds me back."

  Kong Jidao didn't show any displeasure at this, but instead became even more enthusiastic. The fact that students who never attended class, like Zheng Wen and Gu Pan, those haughty girls, could do homework with him, in itself showed that Liu Meng had something special about him.

  "So it seems you're self-taught, how does it feel doing exercise books?"

  "The questions are very well-written, covering all the key knowledge points. After completing the exercise set, I feel that there is no blind spot in those areas, and no matter how the questions are asked, I can answer them. The variations may be different, but they all revolve around the same core." Liu Meng frankly said that the questions were very well-written.

  Zheng Wen and Gu Xun also nodded in agreement, they could also sense that these exercises were indeed very good, but not as deeply understood as Liu Meng's, Liu Meng had just expressed the feelings in their hearts.

  Kong Jidao felt a thrill in his heart, just like seeing a piece of pure white jade. Most people who liked math were a bit "weird". At this time, the bell for class also rang out. "Wen Yaotou, take some time this week to bring Xuan Yaotou and Liu Meng over to my place for a visit."

  After finishing speaking to Zheng Wen, Kong Jidao returned to the podium and began class.

  Zheng Wen nodded in agreement, thinking to herself, this isn't an invitation at all, it's clearly an order, why do math people always have this attitude?

  "Let go, or I'll pinch you," Gu Pan whispered to Liu Meng.

  "Alright, let's get started!" Liu Meng sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the blackboard in front of him, motionless, with a hint of a sly smile playing on his lips as he replied in a low voice.

  "What are you two whispering about?" Zheng Wen asked quietly, tilting her head over.

  He hastily blocked her line of sight, afraid that if she saw him, he would be so embarrassed to death. "What nonsense are you talking about? Listen carefully in class."

  Holding onto the slippery little hand, it wasn't slender and boneless, but had a certain fleshiness, soft to the touch. Liu Meng sighed inwardly, his hand moving involuntarily as he tried to take advantage of the opportunity to pull away, yet still couldn't escape.

  Until the middle break, Zheng Wen had to go to the toilet, and Liu Meng reluctantly let go of her hand, eating milk and bread.

  Kong Jidao had originally planned to chat with Liu Meng for a while during the break, but several students came over to ask questions, so he had no choice but to answer them seriously.

  In the second half of the class, Gu Pan didn't give Liu Meng a good face all the time, and it seemed that he was really angry.

  Looking at her tightly pursed face, I was very pleased. A girl willing to get angry with you means that you have the value of making her angry, and she won't easily give you a "good person" card.

  It's on!

  The math class finally ended, and next was the damned English class. Liu Meng suddenly lost his spirit. The teacher of this English class, Yang Yun, was a ***, over-energetic, and the class was torture.

  This isn't today's multimedia classroom lesson, which mainly tests listening and speaking skills. It basically requires listening to a passage and answering questions. In this kind of class, Liu Meng usually retreats to the back and pretends to be dead.

  Yang Yun looked at Liu Meng, who was sitting like an old monk in meditation, and felt very displeased. She had a very deep impression of this student, remembering him from the graded exams, thinking that he was a talented young man, but unexpectedly, after calling on him to answer several times during these few lessons, he claimed not to understand.

  A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water, what can be done about it? Feeling annoyed and thinking to myself, the upcoming mid-term exam will definitely give him a failing grade, let's see if he knows how to panic. He's too disdainful of this teacher's authority.

  Yang Yun's heart skipped a beat.

  With a glance, she found that Liu Meng had closed his eyes and was about to sleep in class. She was very dissatisfied and shouted in her loud voice: "Liu Meng, what did the author mean by planting many blueberries?"

  Of course, this is said in English.

  Liu Meng was immersed in the context of this material, heard the teacher call himself, twisted his body, stood up and started talking, and talked for ten minutes without stopping.

  So many standard American English phrases came out, Liu Meng took a deep breath and seemed to have released the repression of so many years.

  English, but it's a pain in his heart. He used to study so hard, watching the classic American TV show "Friends" countless times, memorizing most of the lines, VOA unknown how many times he recited, New Concept almost can recite backwards, but just can't learn well.

  Can't hear, can't say.

  But today, as soon as the class started and he listened to a passage, he suddenly felt that something was missing in his brain had been filled in, and all the accumulation had merged together at that moment. He was very excited and closed his eyes to listen carefully, to confirm that he really understood it.

  Until Yang Yun suddenly called out to him, without thinking, he spoke out, and once spoken, he didn't want to stop, those words suppressed in his heart poured out, if not for Yang Yun's shout of "stop", he would have liked to speak for the entire class.

  This feeling is really great!

  Yang Yun looked at the student in a daze, this English was really spoken too smoothly, even American slang was spoken so smoothly, she dared to say that this guy might be better than foreign teachers.

  An English teacher so capable, why would she be so flustered during the exam? Yang Yun couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and ashamed, thinking that she had mistakenly placed this student in her ordinary class.

  A lesson, Yang Yun had some worries, she felt that she had done something wrong.

  One class, Liu Meng was also dizzy and felt like he was dreaming. After class, he rushed to the stadium and shouted loudly in English at the empty field.

  As he shouted, his eyes became slightly moist.

  No one can understand his mood at this time.

  A top student who has always struggled with English, if it weren't for his severe weakness in the subject, he could easily get into the prestigious Shuimu University, one of the best universities in Huaxia.

  If I hadn't failed in the first semester of freshman English, I wouldn't have been so self-abandoned and wasted the most precious four years of college, and had to take the postgraduate entrance exam.

  During his graduate studies, he was exceptionally diligent. If it weren't for the weakness in English, he might have gone abroad to further his studies and then returned to China to teach at a university, perhaps Zhao Linlin's parents would not have opposed their relationship.

  This is the stronghold he has always wanted to conquer but never has.

  He also once fantasized about being able to speak English as fluently as his native language one day.

  After all these years, he had given up, never thought that today, it would actually come true.

  After running around in the stadium for a while, I gradually calmed down. If you haven't experienced what he's been through, you can't understand this feeling.

  At last, Liu Meng burst out laughing wildly, it was really too cool.

  In the afternoon, Liu Meng did nothing but brought his computer and bought several boxes of American TV dramas with subtitles removed. He then settled in a corner of the stadium and watched for an entire afternoon.

  What you're watching isn't the plot, it's loneliness.

  It wasn't until the computer prompted that it was out of power that I glanced at the bottom right corner and suddenly woke up, today is the 26th, and my mobile phone number has not been processed yet.

  Damn, cursed a sentence, packed up the computer and rushed to the business hall, it's almost 5 o'clock, don't know if it's closed yet... Haha, Netherlands vs Spain, watched too excitingly, Netherlands actually scored 5 goals, is this Spain's rhythm of not advancing from the group? Netherlands will probably give up in the third game, and Spain will be finished.