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Chapter 17 The English Genius

The next day was Saturday, and Zhang Wenhao wanted to have a good sleep, but at 7:30 in the morning, he received a call from his head teacher Song Yanni. She asked him to bring his English textbooks and rush to the gate of Jiangcheng Lijing Community at 8:30.

Only then did Zhang Wenhao remember that Song Yanni had told him before that she would tutor him in English. Zhang Wenhao was very grateful for this, but...

But Zhang Wenhao has redeemed his English skills from the super learning system. His current English level is more than enough to teach domestic college students. Is it still necessary to learn some basic grammar and vocabulary from Song Yanni?

After thinking for five seconds, Zhang Wenhao made a decision.

go!

The beautiful and sexy teacher Yu Jie offered to give her a tutoring class in Xiaozao. Only a fool would refuse. Moreover, Song Yanni asked her to go to Jiangcheng Lijing. Is she afraid that she would have to go to her home to tutor her?

Tsk tsk, even though I am just a child in front of Song Yanni, everyone loves beauty. Having nothing to do on weekends and having a beautiful girl by my side is an excellent way to spend time.

After hanging up Song Yanni's call, Zhang Wenhao hurriedly got up. It was now half past seven. He washed himself, had something to eat, and rushed to Jiangcheng Lijing. It was only a few miles away from the school and Zhang Wenhao's home, which was the most accessible by car.

Half an hour.

As soon as Zhang Wenhao came out of the room, his mother Song Huafang asked in surprise: "Wenhao, why did you get up so early? Let's sleep a little longer. Finally, we can rest for two days."

In Song Huafang's view, Zhang Wenhao's performance during this period has exceeded his expectations several times, so he has been telling Zhang Wenhao not to work too hard and to pay attention to rest. On weekends, he even wanted to let Zhang Wenhao sleep until noon.

Zhang Wenhao chuckled and said, "Mom, our new head teacher teaches English. She called me and asked me to go to her home to make up lessons."

"English?" Song Huafang nodded and said happily: "It seems that your new class teacher is quite responsible, and you are somewhat lacking in English now. If the class teacher tutors you in private, your grades will definitely improve a lot."

After saying that, Song Huafang said again: "Wen Hao, don't work too hard yourself, and balance work with rest."

Zhang Wenhao smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, I know what's going on."

After breakfast, Zhang Wenhao took the bus to the gate of Jiangcheng Lijing Community. The time was just 8:20. Immediately, Zhang Wenhao called Song Yanni. Soon, Song Yanni walked out of the community.

Song Yanni was dressed at home, with a pink thickened pajamas wrapped under a down jacket, and a pair of cotton slippers with Hellokitty patterns on her feet. It looked very inconsistent with her usual mature professional attire.

Song Yanni just washed up this morning and did not put on light makeup as usual. However, she looked no less beautiful than usual without makeup, and because of her makeup, she looked more friendly.

Song Yanni came to Zhang Wenhao and said with a smile: "Not bad, I'm not late."

Zhang Wenhao stared down at Song Yanni's shoes for a long time, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Teacher Song, I didn't expect you to be so childlike."

"Really?" Song Yanni glanced at Zhang Wenhao in surprise, then lowered her head and found that she had actually put on her home cotton slippers. Her face felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and she said with a careless look: "What, these shoes belong to me.

My sister’s, I just wore it randomly.”

Zhang Wenhao seemed to see through Song Yanni and said with a smile: "Teacher Song, your accent doesn't sound like a local. Does your sister also work in Jiangcheng?"

"Uh..." Song Yanni didn't know how to answer for a while, and then she said angrily to Zhang Wenhao: "Where are there so many boring questions? Come with me."

Song Yanni had also considered what kind of place to choose to give tutoring lessons to Zhang Wenhao. First of all, schools were absolutely not acceptable, because the Education Commission strictly prohibited schools and teachers from using weekends to tutor students in any way, whether for profit or non-profit, so she could choose

The only place available was Zhang Wenhao's house or her own home, but Zhang Wenhao's house was definitely not as convenient as her own, so Song Yanni chose to tutor Zhang Wenhao at her own home.

Zhang Wenhao followed Song Yanni into her home. Most of the Jiangcheng Lijing Community is a one-bedroom serviced apartment with simple and generous decoration. Although the space is not large, it is small and well-equipped. Such houses are very popular among young white-collar workers.

There is only a double sofa and a small coffee table in the living room. There is a desk with white maple veneer placed against the floor-to-ceiling window. Next to it stands a four-story bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.

Zhang Wenhao sat at the desk and took a brief look at the books on the bookshelf, only to find that most of them were English books. Before, he might not have been able to recognize the titles of the books, but now he can easily

Having a panoramic view of all the book titles is as easy as reading Chinese characters.

"Evil-under-the-sun."

Zhang Wenhao was attracted by the book called "Crime Under the Sun". He took it out casually and briefly looked at the author's introduction on the title page. At this time, Song Yanni, who was sitting opposite, smiled and said: "This book is called "Under the Sun".

"The Sin" is a very classic mystery detective novel."

Zhang Wenhao nodded, put the book back on the bookshelf, and said with a casual smile: "The title of the book has four words, and I only know two."

Song Yanni was stunned, sighed, and said: "Under, the, and sun, these three words should not be unfamiliar to junior high school students. It seems that your English really needs some tutoring."

Zhang Wenhao nodded in agreement, and Song Yanni took out her English lesson plan and said: "If I have enough time, I really want to start tutoring you from the first grade English textbook, but now there are only more than three months until the college entrance examination. If these three

I have instilled too many English knowledge points into you over many months, and I'm afraid it will affect your memory of other subjects. After all, English only accounts for one-fifth of the college entrance examination."

After that, Song Yanni said again: "Let's focus on tutoring English for senior high school students. You have a good memory, so vocabulary shouldn't be a problem. It's mainly about grammar and oral listening. Let's start with the first text. I'll read

One sentence, you read one sentence after me."

"Okay." Zhang Wenhao also opened the textbook and followed Song Yanni in a serious manner, reading sentence by sentence.

After just reading a few sentences of the text, Song Yanni heard a clue. Zhang Wenhao's pronunciation was quite different from her own. But it was not that he read it wrong, but that his pronunciation was too pure and too pure.

It's natural.

Students usually memorize the pronunciation of each word, so the English they speak to British or Americans sounds like an automatic reading machine without any emotion or tone, and Zhang Wenhao

The pronunciation is infinitely close to the orthodox American pronunciation.

In fact, Zhang Wenhao couldn't help himself. After mastering his English skills, he blurted out American pronunciation. This has become an instinct.

Song Yanni couldn't help but admired: "Zhang Wenhao, your English pronunciation is actually very standard. I really can't figure it out. You have such a strong memory and such a standard pronunciation. Why can't your English scores improve?"

Zhang Wenhao scratched his head hurriedly and said: "I learned this pronunciation from the movie. Sometimes I followed a string of lines in the movie, but I didn't know what it meant. Just like me, I used to say eight when I was a child.

It’s just like the gridiron road.”

Song Yanni nodded slightly and said: "But having a standard pronunciation will be a great help to you in the future." After saying that, Song Yanni added: "Let's finish reading this text, and then I will read this text again."

All the grammar involved in the text will be explained to you."

The morning passed quickly. This morning, Song Yanni once again looked at Zhang Wenhao with admiration, and she also gave Zhang Wenhao a new definition in her heart: English genius.

In her opinion, she has never seen a high school student with such strong understanding ability and language talent. Every time Song Yanni explains a grammar to Zhang Wenhao, and then asks Zhang Wenhao to give examples, Zhang Wenhao can always speak well.

It comes out, and there are almost no mistakes. Zhang Wenhao has gone through all the knowledge points involved in the text.

Song Yanni was once again shocked by Zhang Wenhao's strong learning ability, and in her eyes, Zhang Wenhao's competition for the top spot in the city's college entrance examination also gave her a little more hope!

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