Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

Master's face? I don't know if the little master holds any grudges. Thinking about the appearance of Principal Wang's broken heart because of those few hairs, Li Yanyu felt that he should take precautions, but he must not offend the little master. Now, the little master is the hope to bring himself back to the peak of his appearance!

Just as he was about to find an excuse to let Lin Qingyin sit down, standard and fluent English flowed out of Lin Qingyin's mouth. Li Yanyu immediately drew his attention back and listened carefully to Lin Qingyin's pronunciation. He felt very familiar again. , it seems to be exactly the same as the supporting audio, even the number of seconds in the middle is the same.

In order to verify his thoughts, after Lin Qingyin read the second paragraph, Li Yanyu asked Lin Qingyin to continue reading. In his impression, there was an obvious stutter between the two sentences in the third recording, which lasted for three seconds. If you read it normally, you don't need to stay for that long.

The first sentence, the second sentence, Lin Qingyin really stopped after reading that sentence, Li Yanyu silently counted "1, 2, 3!" Not bad for a second, Lin Qingyin continued to read aloud, if Close your eyes and listen, except for the softer sound, the rest is the same as the audio.

Li Yanyu didn't know what to say to a student like Lin Qingyin. He could figure out the answer in the test paper and repeat the audio of the text. He really didn't know how to teach it.

Lin Qingyin raised her head and glanced at Li Yanyu from the textbook. Li Yanyu immediately showed a bright smile: "The reading is very standard. It looks like you have reviewed it in advance. Lin Qingyin has made great progress recently!"

Lin Qingyin sat down with satisfaction. Fortunately, the textbooks had accompanying audios to listen to, otherwise she would be embarrassed.

but……

What the hell are you talking about in such a long paragraph? Why not translate it into Chinese! She has only memorized half of the dictionary, and she can't read it at all!

The time of high school students flies very fast. Every day is either in class or on the way to class. Every class is fully utilized by the teacher.

Fortunately, a few days passed quickly, and it was finally the National Day holiday. Although the three-day period was short, it was already very happy for the high school dog.

The head teacher Yu Chengze announced the holiday days with some headaches, and some did not understand how Principal Wang gave students such a long holiday while thinking about improving the quality of teaching. These students have just recovered half of their hearts when they come back from the summer vacation, and they will relax a lot after three days.

Yu Chengze handed out ten math test papers in a row amid the students' wailing, and he still kept rambled: "You can't play with children during the holidays, and the monthly test will be taken when you come back. This time, it will be serious. The eight classics are ranked second in the sub-examination room, and if the exam is too bad, you will lose face."

Yu Chengze left, and Li Yanyu came again. After setting up a bunch of homework, he also talked about the monthly exam, especially emphasizing one sentence: "I want to say something about the small composition in the English exam, although I usually I will also teach you some routine templates and sentences, but when you write, you can't completely copy the small compositions in the teaching aids. To be honest, I have read a lot of teaching aids, and you can use one or two sentences in it. , it's not good to be the same."

Lin Qingyin frowned, reached out and took out the turtle shell from her pocket: Can't even memorize teaching aids? Looks like I have to think of a new way!

That night, Lin Qingyin took out a note from her pocket and handed it to Marshal Yang after she finished her English class this week at New Oriental.

Yang Dashuai opened the note and saw a word on it: Dream!

Yang Dashuai was confused: "What does this mean?"

Lin Qingyin looked at Dashuai Yang expectantly: "Can you help me write a high school English composition? That's it."

This request couldn't be easier for Yang Dashuai, just: "My dream is different from yours, what is your dream?"

Lin Qingyin used to dream of soaring, but now she is a little confused about this goal, because she is too far away from this goal in this world.

In her previous life, she had the opportunity to soar through the Thunder Tribulation after using it for thousands of years with sufficient spiritual energy and random access to resources from the sect. In this life, the spiritual energy is thin, let alone cultivation resources. She doesn't even know that it will take her thousands of years to get to the moment of soaring.

But it's nothing, it's good to live for a few thousand years, just to enjoy all the things that I haven't enjoyed in my previous life.

Lin Qingyin smiled lightly, her expression a little ethereal: "My dream is to live for five thousand years, and then..."

Yang Dashuai interrupted Lin Qingyin's words with a raise of his hand, and it took two minutes to write a small composition with hundreds of words and handed it to her.

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