Ji Nian stood up and walked towards the four blackboards hanging on the wall behind him. He held the chalk in his left hand and picked up the blackboard eraser in his right hand. While rubbing the welcome words on the blackboard, he spoke French while speaking. Then the infectious French rang in the classroom.

Kenley's face changed slightly, and Suman's eyes lit up and began to slowly translate.

"I believe that the teachers and classmates present all had the same understanding of French as me. Their understanding of French originated from the "Last Lesson" in primary school textbooks. If you remember correctly, the background of that article was that after the defeat of the French-Prussian War, the two places of Artsas and Lorraine were ceded. After the Prussian occupation, French was banned and all changed to German. The patriotic French teachers and students took the last French class. President Kenley, if you don't know this, I suggest you go and read the history books."

"After the translation of the Last Lesson to our country in 1912, it has been selected into the middle school Chinese textbook for more than a century. What I still remember is the sentence that French is the most beautiful, clearest and most rigorous language in the world."

"I personally express deep respect for French, and it is precisely with this respect that I clearly realize that even if any nation is temporarily reduced to slaves, as long as it can preserve its own language and culture, then this nation will have the key to opening a prison at any time."

The whole audience was quiet, and there were only two kinds of words echoing in the classroom.

The catchy French and the ups and downs of Chinese, everyone's eyes were staring at Ji Nian, as if they were staring at a brave and fearless fighter.

Song Xuanji showed a shocked expression between her eyebrows, and looked at Ji Nian in disbelief, with a complicated look. She had never thought that she and Ji Nian would meet again, and she had never thought that the scene of meeting the second time would be like this.

The young man who was so close to him seemed to be covered in colorful rays, dazzling, just like the rescue he had been desperately rescued, but how did he break the deadlock? And he really understands French?

Using the pen as the sword, Ji Nian's heart was filled with an unyielding fighting spirit.

No one noticed that just before Ji Nian stood up to declare war, he had already taken the French books and CDs from Song Qingyu.

When the orange energy in the palm rotated, countless French alphabetical symbols appeared in Ji Nian's mind, which allowed him to master the basic French in an instant, and then activate the third skill, and skillfully control the reads with the oral book and CD content;.

In a quiet voice, Ji Nian became a French expert from a French outsider. Of course, this is also due to the academic master in the Qingyu dormitory of Song Dynasty, because all the French books she borrowed happened to be used by Ji Nian.

Especially the French collection of poems.

"I never deny that President Kenley, France is a romantic country, but it is true that I just said that you lack language. Even if you want to show your love, you must have some understanding of your own poets."

"But I am very disappointed because you don't understand it at all. Since that's the case, let me teach you. There are four famous poets in France. Each of them writes a popular poem and is millions of times better than what you just said."

Ji Nian did not turn around, but still turned his back to everyone, but his right hand had already picked up chalk and started writing. What surprised everyone was that he had no pause at all since the first letter, and it was flowing, as natural as French was his native language.

"The first romantic poet in France was named Alphons de la Martin, who was a romantic lyricist in France in the 19th century and a forerunner and giant of romantic literature."

"The "Lake" in his heart describes it like this: Lake! Dark forest! Hole! Silent rocks! You are cherished by time, or can restore spring; Beautiful nature, when the night swallow is gentle, you must at least leave its memories! May this memory stay in the wind and rain or sunny days, and the many remote cliffs on your waves; may these green pines and cypresses, and the hills with beautiful smiles, have the memories of that good night..."

As countless chalk shavings were flying, Ji Nian's face was calm and he achieved it overnight.

Li You, who was originally in charge of the translation, had already stared at the shock, unable to believe it.

Su Man suppressed the shock in his heart, looked excited, and translated word by word. Her crisp and moving voice echoed in the classroom of the huge staircase.

All the teachers and students present were stunned.

Song Qingyu even grabbed Hu Li's arm and asked excitedly: "Hu Li, what else can he know? Why can he even speak French? Not only can he speak, but he can write, he is simply a perfect male god."

"No, I was attracted by his charm. I found that I was about to fall in love with him. Have you confessed to him? If not, don't blame the sisters..."

"What are you talking nonsense? Do you dare?" Hu Li covered Song Qingyu's mouth and said viciously: "Shut up quickly. If you dare to continue talking, be careful that your sisters have nothing to do."

“Woo woo…”

Song Qingyu, who was covered by his mouth, could only make a whine. After Hu Li let go, she glared at him resentfully and said to the front: "Did you see? Not only me, but many illegitimate people are staring at you, you have to work harder."

Hu Li felt a pair of hot eyes falling on Ji Nian's back unscrupulously, and she was inexplicably irritable.

And this was just the beginning. Ji Nian, who was deliberately trying to suppress the other party's momentum, picked up the third chalk after a brief pause, pulled the second blackboard in front of his eyes with a clatter. While his arm was raised, authentic French sounded.

As the sound of writing was sequel, Suman's translation followed one by one.

"I personally admire the second romantic poet in France. He is a lonely and arrogant aristocratic poet and a thinker. His poems contain rich philosophy. The philosophical poems he created use symbolic techniques to express the loneliness and indifference of life. He is Winnie. His "Death of a Wolf" is an elegy dedicated to the demise of aristocratic class."

"The most classic verse is like this: Alas! I think we have the title of human beings, but we are so fragile. I feel ashamed! How to escape from the world and all pain, noble animals, you know very clearly! Looking at what they left behind in the world, only silence and greatness, the rest are weak."

"Oh reads;! The wild beasts wandering, I know you now, your last glance pierces into my heart... Groaning, crying, and praying, are all as cowardly. You must complete the difficult work strongly, embark on the path that fate will call you, and then, like me, suffer and die speechlessly."

Auditory resonance and visual bombing, the chalk did not stop in Ji Nian's hands, and the debris drifted like endless fallen leaves.

Kenley's mouth was closed and his expression was uneasy.

Hu Li's hands clenched under the table were secretly clenched into fists, and the worried expression on her face suddenly disappeared without a trace. The eyes of looking at Ji Nian suddenly became energetic. Humph, you little fox fairies, as long as I am here, no one can get close to Ji Nian.

Ji Nian is mine, no one can take it away.

It was so wonderful! The teachers and students sitting in the classroom were all stunned by Ji Nian's performance. They woke up from the shock and hurriedly took out their mobile phones to shoot videos. Some even made phone calls without hesitation and shouted at the other side.

"Xiao Si, hurry up and come to the stairs classroom of the main building. Our Chairman Ji Nian is showing off his power again."

"Yingying, your idol is really handsome? Who is your idol? Nonsense, of course senior Ji Nian."

"It's so handsome. I want to shoot it and I want to keep it forever."

...

Ji Nian listened to the sound of breathing gradually increasing in his ears, glanced at Ken Le, whose face was gloomy and gloomy, and the corners of his mouth were tilted, and the third wave of bombs came. With the killer weapon of palm energy, I am not afraid that I can't kill you. Humph, relying on a little capital backstage, I want to be arrogant and domineering in our territory. If you don't give you some color, you don't know what low-key means.

"The third French romantic poet is the most famous leader-level figure. He is Hugo, known as Shakespeare of France. He has a poem called "I Put the Lips", which is written like this: I put my lips on your full golden cup, and put my haggard forehead in your hands. Sometimes I suck your quiet and quiet fragrance, and sometimes I suck the warm breath of your soul. I have the chance to hear you whispering to me, and every word in my words is a mysterious soul reappearing; I have seen you smile, I have seen you cry; my mouth is against my mouth, my eyes are against my eyes..."

"The fourth French romantic poet is Alfred Musse, who was born in a noble family. His poems are full of enthusiasm and imagination. A song called "Daisy" is famous all over the world: I love, say nothing, just watch you smile opposite; I love, as long as I feel it in my heart, I don't have to know what you think of me in my heart; I cherish my secrets, and cherish the faint sorrow, which has never turned into painful sorrow; I swear: I love to give up on you, without any hope, but it is not without happiness. As long as I can miss you, it is enough to be happy, even if I can no longer see you smiling opposite."

When the last letter was finished, the ninth chalk in Ji Nian's hand just turned into pieces.

The blackboards on all sides are filled with dense French, which is pleasing to the eye.

It was not until now that Ji Nian turned around, smiled slightly at Kenley, waved the chalk shavings on his hand casually, and said lightly: "President Kenley, you shouldn't say that no one in Dongzhou Medical University can speak * now, right? In fact, small people like me will do it, let alone the elite students of our school."

"So I think you owe all teachers and students an explanation. Maybe you don't know that some of them don't even have enough food to eat, just to come and listen to your speech. However, you treat this speech with your own shallow literary background based on your personal preferences, and it is not understandable if you don't give an explanation."

Ken Lie's face was so blue and white, and he was very embarrassed. Ji Nian's slap in his face hurt so much. The worst thing was that he had no excuse to refute it. Whoever asked someone to use the French poet, who used his spear to attack his shield.

Swish.

When Su Man translated the last few words of Ji Nian, the quiet staircase classroom suddenly became boiling. Everyone stared at Kenley with burning eyes, guessing whether the other party would apologize.

At the same time, everyone's eyes became more and more intense when they looked at Ji Nian.

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Chapter completed!