Ma Long knew that Director Qian was not well-intentioned and would never miss an opportunity to make himself look bad. Ever since his brother-in-law was expelled from the school for his own reasons, the relationship between the two was like fire and water, and he had always wanted to be expelled.
Ma Long, but was stopped by the principal. Even if he wanted to put some shoes on Ma Long, he had no chance.
Seeing Ma Long coming over, Director Qian thought it was the kind-hearted teachers around who reminded Ma Long, so he pretended to be in Mandarin and said to Ma Long: "I want you to be a tour guide for these students, but you don't understand.
English..." He shook his head.
At this time, a young Chinese girl in the foreign student team raised her hand and smiled to help Ma Long: "I understand Chinese, I can be a translator."
Ma Long nodded to the kind girl, and then said in fluent English: "Thank you, but no, I can communicate with you smoothly."
As soon as Ma Long spoke his standard and fluent English, he shocked all the foreign students. These students all turned their attention to Director Qian and thought to themselves, he really doesn't know English? How can he speak more standard than you?
Director Qian also had a look of astonishment on his face. Seeing everyone looking at him in confusion, he asked in disbelief: "Xiao Ma...you...you can speak English."
Ma Long smiled disdainfully at him: "Not just English, I am proficient in various languages!"
As soon as these words were spoken, it caused a sensation among the group of foreign students. They all looked at this arrogant guard in surprise. They couldn't believe that someone dared to claim to be proficient in the languages of various countries. Not only these students, but also those on the sidelines
The teachers and students of the school also looked at Ma Long in surprise. However, during this period of time, Ma Long has brought them enough surprises, so they have developed some immunity. But after hearing Ma Long say "Proficient"
The languages from various countries still don't believe it. They think this is Ma Long's exaggeration to avenge the ridicule he had just made.
At this time, another foreign girl with red hair said to Malone in difficult German: "It took me more than ten years to learn the languages of ten countries. You said you are proficient in the languages of various countries. How many languages can you speak?
?”
German is a relatively complex language in the world. She deliberately used this language to speak to Malone as a test for him.
Ma Long smiled slightly, and replied in German: "There are probably more than 200 countries in the world. As long as the language is still popular, I can't speak it."
The red-haired young girl looked shocked, not only because of the content of what Ma Long said, but mainly because she was impressed by the other party's standard German. If she had turned her back and listened with her ears just now, she would definitely think
This is what a native German would say, without any flaws at all.
Then, she continued to change multiple languages: Russian, which was spoken very quickly, Spanish, which was widely spread, and even a dialect native to France, which was even spoken in the native language.
French people who are not from that region would not be able to understand it. She was not showing off her language skills, but she was forced by Ma Long to find it difficult to resist.
Because Ma Long answered questions fluently, even the native French dialect was fluent and standard than hers.
The red-haired girl was shocked at first, then felt a sense of powerless loss. Finally, she looked at Ma Long with admiration and praised loudly: "Oh my god, you are really a language genius!"
"Do you know this language of our country?" Another black boy raised his hand and raised a challenge. They, a group of top students, were stumped by a little janitor in the university. He felt very uncomfortable, so he proposed
"This is a unique language in our African homeland. There are no more than a hundred people in the world who can speak this language!"
"So what?" Malone smiled and said in the native dialect of a black boy, "I repeat: I can't do it!"
"Oh God!" The black boy looked up at the sky and murmured as if he had discovered a miracle. "The language in our hometown has basically disappeared. No one except my grandfather's generation can speak it.
Yeah, where did you learn that?"
Malone looked at everyone with a smile, and finally used a sentence from the Bible to explain: "Young people, you must remember that the Lord once said: There is nothing new under the sun!"
"Amen!" This group of foreign gays - no, Christians all crossed themselves on their chests uniformly. Malone was very smart and used their faith to give a reasonable answer, convincing everyone. At this moment, Malone
The image in their eyes was even more radiant, as if Jesus had descended.
Director Qian looked at Ma Long in shock, as if he didn't recognize him anymore. Apart from English, he didn't understand a word of any other language Ma Long used just now. But judging from the reactions of foreign students, it seemed that Ma Long
Not bragging, I am really proficient in many languages.
The foreign professor who came with the team said to Director Qian next to him with admiration: "Teacher Qian, your school is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. A guard watching the gate turned out to be a genius proficient in various languages. Correspondingly
You, Teacher Qian, who is in a higher position than me, must be hiding something secret from me. I will ask you for some academic insights some other time!"
Director Qian laughed a few times. This foreign professor was feeling sincerely and was learning with an open mind, but he felt that what he just said was particularly harsh. He thought to himself: I will fight with Qian all my life.
You know, I definitely have no academic insights. If you evade taxes and make false accounts, you have a lot of experience, but I won’t teach you if you kill me!
Although the tall and handsome young man named Francis also admired Ma Long's language talent, he now showed a slight hostility towards Ma Long. He was undoubtedly proud and was the center of attention wherever he went. But now, as soon as he arrived
The school's limelight was all snatched away by a guard, which made him very angry.
What made him even more jealous was that the other person's appearance was not inferior to his own, and even more beautiful than his own facial features. Even Francis, who was absolutely confident in his appearance, felt pressure at this moment.
The foreign female students who had just received a lot of flowers all gave the flowers to Ma Long. They all gathered around him and asked questions. The question that was raised repeatedly was how to be as smart as him.
Ma Long was tired of being asked, and finally came up with the theory of last night's dinner and said: "Eating more sugar will make people smarter."
"Oh." This group of foreign students had no doubts about Ma Long, and remembered every word Ma Long said in their hearts. At this time, a foreign girl with a cute face and a little baby fat asked in a low voice: "But eating sweets will make you sick."
Are you getting fat?"
Ma Long sighed and said, "Then add another one and exercise more."
