Chapter 564 High-level black is also darker than dark horse
"I didn't expect this guy to have some skills, so it's a little troublesome." Chen Mo frowned.
"Brother, are we just letting him come to our school to be a teacher? In that case, I will never be able to raise my head in the school again." Chen Ying said.
"I hate this guy too." Chen Mo thought in his mind that he would not be able to be a teacher's "a trick."
"Where did you learn these?" Zheng Fang asked in disbelief with wide eyes.
Wu Xie smiled, "What does a person like? Is it my own freedom, right? But do I have to show off if I read these books?"
Wu Xie's slap was very loud, and it happened to be true, giving Zheng Fang a loud slap in the face.
Zheng Fang wanted to sit down, but Wu Xie smiled and said, "Teacher Zheng, wait a moment."
"Is there anything else?"
Wu Xie looked at all the people in the auditorium and said aloud in French: "They rush to get the weapons. They shouted and ran, and many fell down. These strong men who were attacked did not know what they were doing.
They themselves shot each other. Some people who were scared to death ran out of the house, ran into the house, ran out again, and ran out at a loss in the battle. The family was calling each other. This was a sad battle,
Women and children were also rolled inside. The roaring shells dragged the long light to cut through the black. The bullets radiated from every black corner. There was thick smoke and colorful everywhere.
The heavy chariot and the cannon chariot were tied together, which made the degree of colorfulness even worse. The horses also jumped up in shock. Everyone ravaged the injured people. There were groans everywhere underground. These people were stunned, and those people were stunned. The soldiers and the earth were dying.
The officers searched for each other. Among them, some people were still holding a gloomy and cold mood. A woman sat against a wall and breastfeeded her baby. Her husband had one leg broken and his back was also against the wall.
While bleeding, he calmly loaded bullets on the rifle and fired guns in the dark in front of him. Some people lay on the ground and placed the guns in the center of the wheels of the carriage. From time to time, a loud shout of roar broke out."
Wu Xie's voice is high and powerful, and the French pronunciation is extremely accurate. Although many people cannot understand it, they seem to feel a very sad scandal and the urge to cry.
If it was a recitation competition, if everyone had votes for the contestant's right of way in their hands, they would definitely vote for Wu Xie without hesitation.
When Wu Xie finished thinking, the scene fell silent.
The foreigner behind was already in tears, and no one laughed at him because everyone was infected.
Five minutes later, the audience burst into warm applause. The applause lasted forever.
Under Wu Xie's instructions, the audience became quiet. The silence was very thorough. No one said another, and the entire auditorium stared at Wu Xie.
Wu Xie looked at Zheng Fang and asked, "Teacher Zheng, I wonder if you have any impression of this passage I read?"
Cold sweat flowed down Zheng Fang's face. If possible, of course he also hoped to go upstairs like Wu Xie to write down all the words Wu Xie said, but Wu Xie had too long thoughts and he didn't have them at all.
Remember, I don’t have any impression of Wu Xienian’s text in my heart.
He only thought about how to torture Wu Xie, but he did not expect to be tortured by Wu Xie. He could not say a word.
"I don't know, I have no impression of these unknown books."
"Isn't it famous?" Wu Xie smiled, "If you know that the name of this book is "93rd Year" is Hugo, I wonder if you have any impression?"
Everyone was in an uproar.
Zheng Fang immediately sat down with a pale face and sat on the ground.
In this game between Zheng Fang and Wu Xie, Wu Xie won completely.
Zheng Fang's funny butt sat on the ground and caused the audience to burst into laughter. His previous arrogant aura was completely ironic to everyone's eyes. Sometimes he should not be too much of a show of shame, otherwise he would have to pay a price.
Sun Ying silently looked at Wu Xie on the stage who was focusing on everyone's sight at this moment, and her mood calmed down at this moment. Without any worries, she felt a sense of peace and satisfaction in her heart.
With the support of the people next to him, Zheng Fang got up from the ground and looked at Wu Xie on the stage in a little embarrassed manner. His face was red and his butt was no different from that of a monkey. He was a professor at the school, with honor in his body.
When did he suffer such humiliation? This was the first setback he encountered after becoming a professor and the biggest setback. It was so great that he could not bear the impact it brought. The more famous a person is, the more famous he is.
The more you can't bear such setbacks, for many people, it makes them feel more uncomfortable than taking their lives.
Zheng Fang hurriedly left the auditorium. He didn't want to stay in this place for a minute or a second.
He even planned to quit his job and quit. He couldn't stay in this school anymore. If he faced Wu Xie every day, he would probably go crazy.
Watching Zheng Fang leave in a hurry, Wu Xie smiled, "Actually, there is no need for Teacher Zheng to do this. It's actually nothing if I haven't read that book. I just happened to read it."
Of course, Wu Xie's words are suspected of taking advantage of the situation, and they tend to show off, but no one thinks Wu Xie hates it. Pretending is something that people with ability do, and it is impossible for ordinary people to show off.
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"I think you already know my French skills. I wonder if the judges here are capable of being this French teacher?" Wu Xie said to the teachers and leaders in the front row with a smile.
As long as the number of voters exceeds the average, Wu Xie will have no suspense. After all, Wu Xie's ability is already there, and no one dares to have any doubts about Wu Xie's ability. Zheng Fang is the lesson of the past.
Just when everyone thought there was no suspense, a middle-aged man behind Chen Mo stood up, his eyes with a hint of coldness.
Everyone was wondering why the middle-aged man finally spoke when he stood up.
"I hope everyone listens to my opinion."
Chen Mo said: "If you have any opinions, just say them."
"Wu Xie's French skills are really good, and I admire the many French books he has read. I think people like Wu Xie are more suitable to be a diplomat rather than a teacher. As we all know, being a teacher is well known as a teacher
In fact, it is not only necessary to reserve knowledge, but also to teach. Chen Jingrun, who we are familiar with, is a great mathematician, and his mathematical ability is recognized by us. However, he cannot teach well, and students listen to him.
But he can't understand what he means, and he is also very dull, and he is a special kind of specialty
Types of academic research. However, teaching is a meticulous job and requires systematic learning. Otherwise, why should the university start a major in education to train teachers? Teaching is to enable students to learn knowledge
No matter how strong his ability is, he cannot let all students learn knowledge. We have seen Wu Xie's French ability, but everyone has also seen it. He is not here to give lectures today, but to prove his French ability. I
I think he should apply for a translator position in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I wonder what the judges think?"
The middle-aged man finished speaking with a smile and sat down with a smile.
Chen Mo nodded and said, "I agree with this point of view. Wu Xie's French ability is good, but his teaching ability still needs to be studied. Moreover, today was his French trial lecture, but he did not follow the lecture form. I think
, from the trial lecture alone, Wu Xie was unqualified."