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If Lao Mo saw this scene, he would probably be so angry that he would tear Shirley Liu apart on the spot - Liu Xin, what are you instilling in these scumbags? !

"Chen Yuan." When Chen Yuan was a little embarrassed by Shirley Liu's teasing, Zhou Fu beside him called him and said, "Your voice is quite suitable, and you read it very beautifully."

"Ah... not really?" After all, the other party was a super expert with over 130 English skills. To Chen Yuan, he was a reality that he could never touch, so he felt a little flattered.

Zhou Fu nodded and said sincerely: "The speech was very standard, the pauses were just right, and the key is that it was read with emotion. Do you..." "Like Shirley Liu?"

He Sijiao suddenly added.

"you die."

"Haha." Zhou Fu was amused by Chen Yuan and He Sijiao. She laughed and stopped talking.

"What's wrong with me?" But Chen Yuan wanted to know, so when he asked, he also activated the ability to listen to his inner voice.

【Do you have someone you like? 】

"Have you ever found someone to teach you spoken English?"

"Oh, yes."

Chen Yuan nodded in acknowledgement, but then he froze.

Wait.

Which sentence was asked by her and which sentence was her inner voice?

Grass, heard at the same time, was confused.

So what am I answering...

"get out of class dismissed." After the class was over, Shirley Liu closed the little bee, held the book in her arms, and before leaving, she said to Chen Yuan, "Chen Yuan, come here."

Then, there was a stir in the class.

The boys let out an "oi~" sound and started to make a fuss about the content that would not pass the review.

"Shirley Liu is now in your hands. If you dare to treat her badly, I will never let you go!" Zhou Yu said in a firm tone, looking at Chen Yuan seriously.

"Do you know what your mouth is saying?"

What the hell is wrong with you? That's Shirley Liu!

"Come here." Seeing that Chen Yuan had not come yet, Shirley Liu, who was standing at the door, waved her hand slightly again, reminding him to hurry up.

Shirley Liu...

It's kind of cute.

"Teacher, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Chen Yuan asked puzzledly while standing at the door.

"Your English pronunciation is much better than before, and there are basically no mistakes. Of course, I can't hear too many of these simple words." After thinking for a while, Shirley Liu lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Have you attended extracurricular tutoring classes?"

No, no, no, this is a slide that you cannot touch!

Hearing this, Chen Yuan was even more sensitive than her. In order to protect Shirley Liu's feathers, he quickly skipped the topic: "No. A foreign teacher moved into the rented apartment. He likes to chat with me very much and always asks me to speak English."

"Oh, that's even better." Shirley Liu's voice returned to normal, "Your English foundation is very poor, and your vocabulary is also poor, so it's difficult to improve your grades. Do you know of any way to improve these two at the same time?"

"So...improving the basics while increasing vocabulary?"

"Put it here for me."

"Teacher, you are quite humorous..."

As expected of the most receptive English teacher, 30-year-old Shirley Liu surfs the Internet more intensely than 17-year-old Xia Xinyu!

"I'll tell you," Shirley Liu revealed, "it's reading."

“Reading this is too…”

"Don't give up when you find it difficult. I know it's difficult. For people with poor basics, how can reading not be difficult?"

Shirley Liu saw that Chen Yuan was lazy, so she urged him directly: "Your current English score is consistently in the bottom five in the class, and sometimes you can even get first place. If you improve this subject by 40 points, won't you have hundreds more schools to choose from?"

That's what I said, but Shirley Liu, your words are so mean and hurtful.

"Teacher, I understand. I will read after class..."

"I don't dare to compete with your teacher Mo for your time." Shirley Liu interrupted again, acting as if the English teacher in the science class was a humble little daughter-in-law. "The school has a club called the Broadcasting Department. There are not many activities on weekdays. It is mainly responsible for the school's daily broadcasts. For example, playing songs, making announcements, reading chicken soup literature, and a new English column that was recently launched."

"Ah? You mean me?"

Pointing at himself, Chen Yuan was not sure if he would be the one to deal with such a conspicuous bag.

"I'll call the teacher in the broadcasting department, and you can go and try to read for one period." Shirley Liu looked serious, and her tone was not joking. "If you do well, you can stay and continue reading. Then you can form a golden boy and jade girl team with another beautiful English reader in the broadcasting department."

The one who can say such things, this is Shirley Liu.

There is usually this type of teacher in school, who teaches English, is very rich, never works overtime, and doesn't care about performance at all. Because they don't have this kind of pressure, not only do they not stop premature love, they also often tease high school students with a humorous mentality, watching the other party's fluttering emotions.

Of course, Chen Yuan was nervous for other reasons. He hesitated and said, "But my English is poor. I only got 70 points..."

"sixty seven."

"..."

Shirley Liu, if you continue like this I’m really going to get angry.

"Trust the teacher, this is a very good way to improve your English." Shirley Liu said, "If you master an English reading passage every day, even if you don't do extra homework, your score can be improved by 28 points before the midterm exam."

Why is it 28 points, no more, no less...

[Chen Yuan's special assistant student task is to improve his English score by 28 points. If he achieves the requirement, he will be considered successful! ]

"Okay, then how do I tell the teacher in the broadcasting department?"

Chen Yuan felt that since he could improve himself, he had to push himself, so he finally accepted it.

"Wait a minute." Shirley Liu put the book in Chen Yuan's hand, then tore off a small piece of paper, put the paper on the book, took out her cell phone, wrote down a QQ number and marked the name 'Teacher Wang' and handed it to him, "Don't add it at school, talk about it when you get back."

"Teacher, I didn't bring my cell phone to school..."

"Yo yo yo, I know, I'm leaving."

"goodbye teacher."

Chen Yuan felt a little strange after receiving the note from Shirley Liu. At this moment, two students from other classes passed by the door of their classroom, chatting as they walked.

"The scores for the preliminary exam will be released on Thursday. I'm so scared I won't pass."

"No way, it won't be that difficult this time."

"It's really not difficult. I heard that a guy in Class 18 handed in his paper an hour early."

"That's awesome."

The two of them walked away gradually, and then looked down at the QQ number on the note in their hands, their mood becoming more complicated.

Why do I feel like I'm going to become famous...

Chapter 83: Fu Mom Loves to Feed

During the break before evening self-study, Shirley Liu asked the English class representative He Meng to bring the English manuscript to be broadcast tomorrow to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan, who was exploding Zhou Fu's gold coins to eat her croissants, stopped He Meng and asked curiously, "Didn't you also read an article at the radio station before? Is there anything special about it?"

"This..." He Meng thought for a moment, then turned Zhou Yu's seat around and sat down face to face with Chen Yuan, saying, "Actually, there is nothing else to pay attention to. You just need to read fluently and have a good voice."

"Ah this..."

After she said this, Chen Yuan was a little unsure.

"You have a great voice. The poem you read today was really good. Shirley Liu even told me that it would be great if we could record it in advance."

No, your English class representative is also called Shirley Liu?

"How about you send a private voice message to Shirley Liu via QQ?" He Meng smiled like Anya, narrowing her eyes to cause trouble.

"Don't do it, you want to put Shirley Liu on the fire grill, right?"

He Meng chuckled and returned to the topic: "You are worried that you will get stuck while reading because you are nervous, right?"

"It's not because I'm nervous, I'm afraid it's because I'm not capable enough."

Boys are a little stubborn. In some aspects, you can say that I have poor abilities, but you cannot have a bad mentality.

"If I don't perform well due to lack of ability or nervousness, I won't be selected next time," said He Meng.

"What about you before? I remember you read very well."

"As for me, I did okay that time, but the teacher said that I didn't read it with enough emotion..." Thinking of this, He Meng wanted to complain, "My manuscript was too difficult. It was hard enough to read it clearly, and they even asked me to express my emotions clearly. It was too bad."

"Indeed, our Class 18 has been targeted."

"Of course, she asked me to go there later, although not permanently." He Meng shrugged, "But I refused."

"Why did you refuse?" Zhou Fu beside him asked curiously, "If you have experience broadcasting on campus radio, wouldn't it be better to be a top three student in the district?"

"That's a good class." He Meng said with a smile, "There is only one three-good student and one outstanding cadre in our class. Tang Siwen and Zhang Chao are basically sure to win. I definitely don't have a chance. Also, I think preparing for this is a waste of my time, and my English doesn't have much room for improvement."

"There is such a disadvantage..." Chen Yuan hesitated.

"Of course, it won't affect you. You still have great potential in English."

"Hey, you?"

Chen Yuan didn't know why the girls in Class 18 spoke so harshly.

"You'd better prepare well when you go back. As long as you can read poetry as well as today and make no mistakes during the broadcast, you should have the opportunity to stay." Although He Meng encouraged him like this, there were still some 'insiders' he didn't tell.

The students in charge of this column in the school’s broadcasting department all have at least 130+ English skills.

Moreover, the teachers in the broadcasting department will ask you about your grades before you start applying.

Chen Yuan's score of 60 points...

Sixty-seven! Sixty-seven!

"Okay, then go for it."

He Meng waved his hand and left, while Chen Yuan read the English manuscript carefully, and nodded seriously: "Sure enough, there is something, I don't know the first word."

"I thought you were confident in your reaction..."