Song Baojun said calmly: "Guodong, you walk five steps forward, stop in front of the dressing mirror, and see who you look like."

Although Ma Guodong felt as if he was being teased by Brother Jun, he still walked over with his teeth, looked at the dressing mirror, and said, "I think he looks okay."

"You have a bad head, a mouse-headed body, a short figure, a bulging belly, and a long one, and a sneer?" Song Baojun sneered, "The boys in our class are basically like this. They are not good at appearance and are not rich, including me." His words were to ignore the number one handsome Long Ya, otherwise he would not be able to say the whole thing.

"Then, so what?" Ma Guodong began to look ashamed.

Song Baojun walked to the window to look at the scenery outside and said lightly: "Because we are not handsome, in this era where appearance is everything, we can always compete with handsome men. They don't have to take the initiative to pursue girls, and we go through a lot of hardships to pursue love, but we can only exchange for the words "We are not suitable." But I never think that an outstanding appearance can dominate the future, and talent is the most important thing for men. Handsome men and beautiful women will eventually get old and lose their colors, and their talents will never fade."

Everyone obviously agreed deeply and nodded violently.

Song Baojun said: "It is true that the quality of appearance can determine the beauty of the environment, but the brain can promote social development. Is it not good for us to show our talents at the speech site? We have something to prove that we are no worse than handsome guys. And those smart girls can naturally see our excellence."

Ma Guodong, Tan Qingkai and others quickly applauded: "Brother Jun has simply said that it has reached our hearts."

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Yihui was already looking forward to the entrance of the No. 4 auditorium in the West Campus.

The poster column at the door was posted with a full-color promotional poster for this public speech. The production was very exquisite. In the middle is Professor Ferdinand's big avatar, a middle-aged foreigner with fluffy hair and beard, and below are the guests attending the speech at the same time. They are all language tutors at the school.

The propaganda text is in English, and there is a row of very small Chinese translation below: "Why is English the best language on earth? Professor Exxon Federnan from Blinton University, New York, USA, will explain to you on the spot. All students and teachers are welcome to listen to the voice of wisdom. On November 5, 2016, the English Research Office of the School of Foreign Languages ​​announced."

Teacher Jiang carried two bags, one was a personal belonging and the other was a laptop. He was holding a thick stack of information in his hand, like a fully armed soldier about to rush to the front line.

A voice that was neither yin nor sunny smiled and said, "Teacher Jiang, who are you waiting for? Today I have specially arranged a front-row guest seat for you. Have you found a reinforcement?"

Jiang Yihui looked back and saw that the woman in front of her was wearing heavy makeup and suit and dressed very carefully, with a hint of postpartum swollen face. She had a folder in her left hand and a cell phone in her right hand, and her eyes were provocative. She was her ex-rival rival, Fang Xiaoying, the teacher of the English Department.

The two were good friends, but they kept calling Ah Hui. After the fall, they changed to a formal and indifferent name like "Teacher Jiang".

"What kind of reinforcements are not reinforcements?" Jiang Yihui said angrily: "I'm here today to hear what advanced theories you have."

Fang Xiaoying said lightly: "Then you should admit that English is more advanced than Chinese."

Jiang Yihui said: "If you think Chinese is not good, you can speak without Chinese."

Fang Xiaoying raised her eyebrows: "I'm just discussing the academic pros and cons. Please don't be excited. As for what language I speak, this is my freedom."

Jiang Yihui didn't want to argue, but couldn't help but say: "Chinese characters have more than three thousand years of history..."

Fang Xiaoying immediately interrupted her: "Okay, let's leave this to the speech venue to talk to Professor Ferdinand. Don't you feel annoyed when you always have this argument?"

Jiang Yihui was so angry that she saw a group of people walking towards her in the distance.

The suit jacket is open, with cigarette butts in his mouth, and swaying when walking, forming a bunch of loud words, sometimes mixed with a few swear words. Unlike college students who talk about five or four beauties on campus, they are like gangsters who don’t do good things all day long on the street. Especially a boy surrounded by everyone in the middle, wearing a handmade knitted sweater with a rustic and stupid style, the four big words "make troubles" written on his face, as if he had just released a bully from a prison.

Several students from the Foreign Language College avoided them when they saw that they looked bad.

When Jiang Yihui saw them, she felt that the people in the disaster area were looking forward to the people's soldiers, and hurriedly waved: "Song Baojun, I'm here!"

Fang Xiaoying kept tsk, saying disdainfully: "Teacher Jiang, this is the person you are waiting for? Who are you? This is all!"

"Teacher Jiang, is this old woman a famous socialite teacher Fang in our school?" Before Soldier Song Bao could walk in front of him, he shouted loudly.

Fang Xiaoying's swollen face immediately turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Socializing seems to have positive meanings in most occasions in today's society, but in the final analysis, it is still a derogatory term. What does it mean? Women who are active in social circles mainly focus on pleasing men.

As soon as Song Baojun opened his mouth, he said that Teacher Fang was a soccer and an old woman, so he was very polite.

Jiang Yihui unknowingly felt a little more affection for him and smiled and said, "The speech is ready to begin, let's enter the venue quickly."

Fang Xiaoying said angrily: "Teacher Jiang, is this the student you teach? It's simply uneducated! No wonder I go to the Chinese Department with no future! I will definitely not find a job in the future and become a social garbage!"

Song Baojun squinted at her and said, "Teacher Jiang, is this your colleague? You are so ugly! You are so embarrassed to be a teacher?"

A bunch of otakus brothers behind him laughed, laughing so hard that Fang Xiaoying's face turned from red to white, from white to green, and stomped her feet hard and said, "My surname is Jiang, remember it for me!" She rushed towards the auditorium angrily.

Jiang Yihui pursed her lips and said seriously: "Song Baojun, how could you say this to a teacher? Is it a careless person? Do you still look like a student?"

"Teacher Jiang, you misunderstood. I felt that she didn't look like a good person at first glance."

"Okay, don't think I don't know where you found out about those messy things. Let's go in together."

The No. 4 Auditorium is more than twice the smaller than the No. 1 Auditorium where the October Gala was last held. It is on the east side of the rostrum, which can only accommodate seven or eight hundred spectators, and there is no second floor. However, the interior decoration, stage design, lighting, and audio equipment are all first-class.

There is a dark red curtain behind the rostrum, with an American star-striped flag on the left and a Chinese five-star red flag on the right. In the middle are several bold characters "What is the best in English? Academic seminar for Professor Exxon Federnan, Brington University, New York, USA", and the lower part is the English translation.

There is a table more than half a person in the middle, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, in an inverted trapezoidal shape. A red carpet extends to the aisle, which is a bit like a US Congressional podium. The front end of the podium is a school emblem made of stainless steel, which consists of artistic forms such as rice ears, rings, and seedlings holding hands. There is a camera on each side, and the photographer is already in place.

Before it started, the music of female singer Chen Youtong's music "Interstellar Journey" was heard from the speaker, which was beautiful, gorgeous and fantastic, and very beautiful.

In the first row of the audience, there were tables made of desks, and there were rows of mineral water bottles and names and signs of the guests. The second and third rows were seats for other guests and media reporters. Except for the TV station of the school, there were not many other media from other media, mainly because a mere English academic seminar had no news value. Only a reporter came from "Chiazhou Radio English Channel", and this reporter was specially appointed by the radio station at the Tea School.

There were also some senior cadres from the "Fragrant Fog Clouds Club". They are also editors of "Qinghui Yuhan" magazine and have always written in Chinese. While they come to conduct language and academic exchanges with American scholars, they will also ask sharp questions to each other.

You can sit anywhere else, and anyone who likes English can come and listen. Half the seats were seated at the scene, with about 400 people, most of whom were students from the Foreign Languages ​​College and English enthusiasts from other departments.

It’s not a celebrity or a celebrity. It’s good to have so many audiences in an ordinary academic seminar. In the past, a magazine writer gave a lecture on “The Ugly Tea State Man”, with only ten listeners on the scene. Another film director gave lecture on “The Art of Soul” at the Academy of Arts, and the audience was crowded with the audience, which was not the same.

Jiang Yihui led the students into the venue, and the atmosphere changed immediately.

"Look, everyone, the Chinese idiot is here!" There were scattered booing sounds around, all of which were chattering girls.

"Is that Jiang Yihui, a teacher from the Chinese Department? She looks so fake. She must have had plastic surgery."

"Haha, I'm showing you a bad face, I don't know who to show you."

"It's much ugly than Teacher Fang in our class. No wonder the man was stolen."

The people next to you said and said something, and the sound was not loud or small, just enough for Jiang Yihui to hear it, and there was also a whistle that was boring, which was very harsh and harsh.

Jiang Yihui thought it was needless to say that it must be the navy soldier hired by Fang Xiaoying, so she walked to the front desk with a cold face and said nothing.

But there were different voices, and a very pretty girl pointed at Song Baojun and shouted: "Isn't that the piano prince? Isn't that the piano prince? Prince, prince, can you sign me?"

Because Song Baojun's performance lacked video, his reputation was not spread, and only a few of the audiences were impressed by him.

The girl was obviously one of them. Without waiting for everyone to react, she rushed over and stood in front of Song Baojun and slightly closed her hair, took a breath and smiled: "The "Requiem" you played last time is really nice. I am your fan. Can you sign me with an autograph?"

The otakus brothers who followed behind will be envious and jealous. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!