"Okay, although I don't have elementary school textbooks here, I suggest you memorize some commonly used English words first. But before that, do you know the pronunciation of twenty-four English words?"
"meeting."
"That's fine."
"Meet the first four, ABCD."
"you……."
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Apart from my poor English, I'm pretty good at other things, like physics, chemistry and so on."
"Are you studying science?" Sun Rongrong asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Uh, liberal arts. Is there any difference between the two?"
"I was really defeated by you. Please, did you pay attention to the class?"
"That was many years ago." Liu Tao had a mean smile on his face. At this time, Sun Rongrong suddenly realized that he had been being fooled by this guy. Are there any idiots who can't even distinguish between liberal arts and science? (
Xiaomosquito, who has not attended high school, expressed great stress over this sensitive issue.)
"Hehe, I'm joking with you, but I meant what I said before. I have no problem with Chinese language and history. If you can help me catch up on my English within a month, I'll give it a try.
Thank God. Well, I don’t have high requirements, just pass the exam.”
"Okay, I'll try my best." Sun Rongrong raised his forehead and noticed a piece of paper falling on the ground.
"Hey, you dropped a note."
"Uh, it's mine." Liu Tao saw the note on the ground and wanted to pick it up, but Sun Rongrong picked it up in advance.
"Let me see what's written inside. Is it written to that sister?"
"How is that possible? These are some things I wrote blindly when I was bored." Liu Tao chuckled, thinking in his heart: Actually, these things are written for you.
"Really? Then I have to take a good look at your masterpiece, classmate Liu Tao." Luo Meili unfolded the note and began to recite it in fluent Mandarin.
"If it's you, if it's me.
If a piece of heaven and earth buries a trace of tenderness.
If that trace of tenderness touches both ends.
If there is a waiting in the gentle middle.
I came from the dream, I left from the dream.
I wake up from a dream, you and I are no longer in this world.
I keep making wishes and wandering.
Occasionally stop, just to think carefully and find your voice.
However, when I walked to a corner filled with fireworks and held a hug, it seemed like I had drunk poison.