Chapter 1222 Meng Xiaojun, there are always some geniuses that are beyond your reach

Lin Yue said: "I don't know where I want to go most when I am alive. If one day I die, the thing I want to do most is to 'go back to my hometown', because I love that land deeply."

Wang Yang was stunned.

Cheng Dongqing was stunned.

Most of the students surrounding the hot water supply station looked confused. A few female students blinked their unvarnished eyes, filled with confusion, but most of them were still curious.

"I always thought you were best at telling lies, but I didn't expect you were also a poet."

Meng Xiaojun glanced at Wang Yang, his expression intriguing.

This reminded Cheng Dongqing of what happened after yesterday's English class. Wang Yang wrote a love poem, but this is not the key. The key is that he read it out in front of many classmates. Meng Xiaojun said that he loved writing poetry so much, why didn't he go

Department of Chinese Literature, he said that domestic poets are too reserved and lack a kind of unrestrained beauty, which he cannot appreciate, just like he does not long for the love between Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin.

Yes, according to Wang Yang, he applied for the foreign language department in order to better read and appreciate the works of foreign poets, rather than scratching his feet because the Chinese translation could not express the emotion of the original poem.

Lin Yue ignored Meng Xiaojun because it was his turn to fetch water.

He put the thermos in his hand under the faucet and listened as the sound changed from a swishing sound to a gurgling sound. As soon as the valve was closed, he handed the two jugs of water to Cheng Dongqing, then took the empty thermos pot from his hand and put it under the faucet.

Unscrew the valve and repeat the above steps.

Five minutes later, he and Cheng Dongqing left the hot water supply place carrying four bottles of water. Meng Xiaojun asked Wang Yang to follow him.

"Why do you keep following him? Didn't Liangqin ask you to go to Xiangshan to see the red maples together?"

Wang Yang actually didn't care about the relationship progress between Meng Xiaojun and Liang Qin. What he was unhappy about was that Meng Xiaojun always picked on Lin Yue, but she always dragged him along.

"It's still early to see the maple leaves."

Meng Xiaojun looked at the figure disappearing at the door of the dormitory building and said, "Don't you think this guy is suspicious?"

"Is there anything suspicious?"

"He's an English major, right?"

Wang Yang nodded: "That's right."

Meng Xiaojun said: "But how many English classes have you seen him take?"

Wang Yang was stunned by these words. Indeed, it had been a week since school started. Except for this guy who stayed for the entire first period of each class, it was common for him to arrive late and leave early for the rest of the classes.

"Look at him, he gets up on time at 5:40 in the morning. After washing, he goes to Weiming Lake to read for half an hour. Then he goes to the playground for a run at an almost constant pace for half an hour. He returns to the dormitory to take a shower at 7:15.

Arrive at the cafeteria on time at 40, finish eating in about 15 minutes, and then go to the classroom. After class at noon, I go to eat, then I stay in the library for two hours. In the afternoon, I press the bell to go to the teaching building, and I call after class.

He plays basketball for an hour, then takes a shower and eats, then washes clothes and organizes personal belongings, then goes to the classroom for self-study after eight o'clock or goes to the library to read until closing time. Why is a punctual and self-disciplined person like him late for professional classes and leaving early? Don't you?

Are you curious about what he went to do?"

Wang Yang was curious, very curious, but besides being curious about what Lin Yue was doing, he couldn't understand Meng Xiaojun's behavior.

"He is weird, and you are weirder than him."

Meng Xiaojun looked puzzled.

Wang Yang said: "If you are not a man, I would already doubt whether you have fallen in love with him."

Meng Xiaojun pushed him: "Isn't this fun? Isn't it fun!"

"Since you didn't fall in love with him, why did you investigate his affairs so clearly?"

"Didn't I tell you just now?"

"tell me what?"

"I thought he was suspicious the first day I met him." When Meng Xiaojun said this, he suddenly realized that he had changed the subject to Wang Yang: "Let's get down to business, what do you think he did?"

"Ah……"

Wang Yang yawned for a long time, and when he was done, he noticed that Mr. Meng didn't look kind. In order to avoid getting into trouble, he quickly corrected his attitude: "What did you do?"

"On Tuesday, during the oral class, he went to the Russian class to audit. On Wednesday afternoon, during Professor Sun's grammar class, he spent the entire forty-five minutes picking on Professor Wang, who taught an introduction to Germany. The two of them almost came to an end.

There was no fight."

"How come I don't know about this?"

"What do you know? You know that Senior Sister Huang from the Philosophy Department never wears underwear to dances."

"vulgar!"

Meng Xiaojun said: "Is this the point? We now want to know who that person is."

Wang Yang grabbed his shoulder and said earnestly: "Meng Xiaojun, there are always some geniuses in this world that are beyond your reach. I think the best thing to do at this time is to accept your fate."

After saying this, he shook his elegant long hair and left.

Meng Xiaojun froze on the spot, looking at the back of Wang Yang who almost called him boring. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to open his mouth.

Will he accept his fate? Of course not. Anyone in this world can accept his fate, but he, Meng Xiaojun, will not, because he is the one who wants to change the United States and thereby leverage the world.

…

Meng Xiaojun's family is well-educated. The first gifts his grandfather and father gave him when he was a child were English dictionaries, so he can be regarded as one of the best in the foreign language department when it comes to English.

This is not only reflected in how standard his spoken language is and how rich his vocabulary is, but also comes from the various English books he has read. Those advanced ideas, those exotic customs, those fresh terms and the cognitive perspective brought by explanations can make him

He is more advanced than his peers in looking at problems.

So, he became the leader of the reading club without hesitation. One of his favorite things is to recommend to the group members those books that he considers niche but very thoughtful, such as Carnegie.

Of course, the frequency of this kind of improvement cannot be high, because few people here can keep up with his pace, and many people even have difficulty having daily conversations in English.

As for the reading club, we still need to find ways to improve the performance of the group members.

Liangqin looked at the two people sitting facing each other on the left and right sides of the square table, and stretched out a finger: "Question number one."

Meng Xiaojun said: "Progress."

Cheng Dongqing thought for a while and said with a thick accent: "passive."

Liangqin stretched out his second finger: "Second question."

Meng Xiaojun said: "Hope."

Cheng Dongqing said: "Despair."

"idealism."

"realism."

"achievement."

"failure."

"..."

The closer the two people are to each other, the brighter the smiles on the faces of the people around the square table. Of course, it is not because they are happy for the progress of their companions, but because of Cheng Dongqing's accent... It's as if the tongue is not straightened. To use Xiaopang's words to describe it

, this is called Japanese pronunciation, thanks to him, a country boy, he was able to learn it by himself without a teacher.

Reading clubs often organize word solitaire activities, sometimes with positive and negative meaning pairs, sometimes with first letter solitaire, and sometimes with Chinese meaning solitaire. The purpose is to test the vocabulary and reaction ability of the group members. In short, this is

A small game that can improve the English level of the whole group and is loved by everyone.

In the end, Cheng Dongqing ran out of ideas when answering the antonym of "gentleman".

"Lice" is the answer given by Meng Xiaojun.

Liangqin was particularly happy because although Cheng Dongqing was poor at speaking, his score in the written test was not low. Although everyone knew that he could never be Meng Xiaojun's opponent in terms of vocabulary, but he couldn't help but watch his sweetheart torture him at the reading club.

When I get to the north, I still can’t suppress my inner excitement and clap happily.

Meng Xiaojun is different, there is no pride on his face, because facing the rural student Cheng Dongqing, he will undoubtedly win. This is nothing to be proud of. In fact, his real target is another person, standing by the window, looking at

A silent man in the small garden in his backyard.

The study meeting was not held in the school activity room, but at his home. Yes, Lin Yue had promised to attend his study meeting before, but this was the first time he formally participated.

"Lin Yue, what are you looking at there?"

Lin Yue didn't look back: "Look at the falling flowers."

While others were exchanging learning experiences, he was distracted by looking at the scenery outside. This was really too much.

Liang Qin pouted at Lin Yue's back. She was very unhappy with this person because Meng Xiaojun always liked to talk about the word "Lin Yue". If he could devote half of his attention to that person to her

She will definitely be very happy.

Anyway, she didn't understand why, why Meng Xiaojun would regard this guy who had never taken professional courses seriously as a competitor.

It's strange that Lin Yue likes German and French so much, so why did he fill in English when applying for a volunteer application?

Meng Xiaojun didn't care about Liangqin's feelings and continued: "There is nothing good to see outside. I finally came here and didn't interact with everyone. Do you think this is okay?"

"Aren't you guys doing a great job?" Lin Yue turned around and said, "Okay, how do you want to play?"

"How about continuing the word-matching game just now?" Meng Xiaojun's eyes swept around the square table.

No one objected.
Chapter completed!