From this perspective, the boys and girls who were walking towards him were indeed handsome and beautiful. Listening to the little girl next to him, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly looked at Jiang Zizhuo with some concern. This person would not be dazzled too. "≤,

When Ling Xiaoxiao looked over, she saw that Jiang Zizhuo was also looking at him, with the same worries as him in her eyes. Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but lower her head and smile.

The director of Huang Xin and his department, who was also in charge of organizing this art festival, was also named Huang Guoqiang. He looked around 40 years old and was well maintained. He couldn't see any wrinkles on his face when he smiled, and his figure was not unfamiliar. At this time, he was wearing a slim white shirt, the hem of the clothes was folded into beige casual pants, and with glasses with gold-edged glasses, which had a bit of a gentle taste.

It is said that Huang Guoqiang stayed abroad for many years in his early years, but later returned to China because of his old age. It is said that his paintings are very famous internationally. Huang Guoqiang saw that the teachers and students of the visiting group got off the bus and walked over slowly. Then, he enthusiastically shook hands with the teachers of the visiting group one by one and expressed his welcome.

Among the visiting group, there were several translators. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at it at first sight and could not tell which translators were or which students. It is said that these translators were all Koreans who went to school in China. When they encountered such activities on weekdays, they would work part-time and earn some pocket money. ()

Ling Xiaoxiao envied these Koreans in her previous life, and she could have two languages ​​when she was born. How great is it! In her previous life, she had a Korean girl in her dormitory next to her in college. When she was short of pocket money, she would take on several translation jobs, which was not difficult and quick.

While she was thinking about it, Huang Guoqiang had already started chatting enthusiastically with the leader of the visiting group. The leader of the visiting group was a middle-aged woman who looked about the same age as Huang Guoqiang. She was not tall, thin, wearing a well-fitting suit, and had exquisite and capable makeup on her face. The leader was very good in English and did not have the accent that Goryeo people often spoke English. Not only was the clear voice, but when speaking some specific words, they also had a little tone.

This person should have been abroad like Huang Guoqiang. Ling Xiaoxiao smiled and complained. After Huang Guoqiang exchanged greetings with the leader, he took the entire visiting group to walk to the campus. This was the class time, and there were almost no students on the campus. The afternoon sun shone on this quaint campus, with straight roads, quiet paths, oily lawns, thick ancient trees, and the teaching building in the distance. Some classes' curtains floated outside, shaking around by the wind.

As everyone walked slowly towards the campus, the teacher in charge of the reception had already successfully joined several translators from the visiting group, and then, "≤, the students in charge of the reception of No. 8 Middle School were introduced to these translators. There were four translators, three women and one man. After looking through the list, Ling Xiaoxiao and the others were brought to the several responsible persons.

Among the five people Ling Xiaoxiao was in charge, there were two boys and three girls. These people were fighting and making fun all the way, and it seemed that they were very familiar with each other. The translator brought Ling Xiaoxiao over and gave an introduction to each other. However, the translator spoke in Korean, and Ling Xiaoxiao could only understand the Simida part...

When it was their turn to communicate with each other, the problem really came as Ling Xiaoxiao expected. The students in these art schools were really bad in English. Not to mention the accents or something, they basically couldn't understand English when speaking to them, but they couldn't understand Chinese.

In my previous life, Ling Xiaoxiao and the Korean girl next door also learned a few Korean words, but they are all good things, such as thank you, and it’s okay to say hello, but it’s useless when you want to communicate.

She looked around and found that others had the same problems as her. The four translators brought by the visiting group were not enough, so they kept running around and helping them introduce and communicate.

Walking and stopping on the road, Ling Xiaoxiao barely remembered the names of the five people she was responsible for, all of which were very typical names: Jang Mi-yeon, Lee Bo-young, Kim Shin-ae, Choi Dong-gun, and Kim Jung-hyun. Ling Xiaoxiao felt that these names were almost no different from the names of the stars in their country...

These five people are all very enthusiastic and cheerful. Although they don’t understand each other’s words, they still talk to Ling Xiaoxiao in an interesting way, expressing their joy for this trip.

After walking around the campus and introducing the scenery with the ancient charm of history, Huang Guoqiang took the visiting group to the staircase classroom in the experimental building. It was basically the same as the staircase classrooms that Ling Xiaoxiao went to when she went to Ancheng Experimental Middle School to participate in the English competition. They were large classrooms that could accommodate hundreds of people at the same time, and were equipped with such multimedia equipment.

Ling Xiaoxiao took Zhang Meiyan and the others to find a good view and sat down. Jin Shenai is the most lively among the five people. She always had a sweet smile on her face. Just looking at her smiling face, you will feel a little like the innocent Nie Wan.

They gestured and communicated for a long time, and had found a suitable way of communication. They would write the questions in English through electronic dictionary. Although the grammar is often inaccurate, it is still possible to let Ling Xiaoxiao understand it. After reading the questions, Ling Xiaoxiao would write the answers in English. If they don’t know how to do words, they would still look up the dictionary.

Although this is troublesome and a bit slow, it is much better than being able to smile foolishly with each other. Before coming to the tour group, they confirmed the itinerary for the past few days with No. 8 Middle School. Jin Shenai and the others also knew that it was Ling Xiaoxiao and the students who were responsible for receiving the reception, because the time of the previous sports meeting was relatively tight, and they all knew only a little.

As soon as Kim Shin Ai sat down, she took a pen and started writing on paper: "Xiaoxiao, the teacher said that she would give her art performances to your school students in the auditorium tomorrow. I will sing to you when the time comes, and I will sing a good song."

"Okay, Shen Ai's voice sounds so good, singing must be better." Ling Xiaoxiao really said these words, just like coaxing a child.

When Ling Xiaoxiao said this, Kim Shin Ai held the paper and covered the corner of her mouth, giggled and laughed for a while. After a while, her eyes suddenly shone and wrote on the paper: "What's the name of the boy in the front row? He is so handsome, he is even more handsome than Park Min-cheol, the most handsome in our school."

The boys in the front row? Ling Xiaoxiao was a little confused. They were sitting in a relatively back seat. There were many rows in front, and there were boys in each row. Seeing that Ling Xiaoxiao didn't know who she was talking about, Kim Shin Ai pulled her arm and raised her hand to point forward.
Chapter completed!