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"Are you interested in translating novels?" Chen Xuewei looked at Lin Junyi in surprise again. She had the impression that he didn't seem to be a person who liked studying, and he was facing the pressure of going to college. How could he have time to read novels?
"Yes! English, driving, and Internet are known as the three essential skills for talents in the 21st century! I am a bit stupid, so I have to be the early bird!" Lin Junyi smiled and said modestly.
"Okay, since you're so eager to learn, I'll explain it to you! There are a lot of local British dialects and slang in it..." Chen Xuewei smiled sweetly, stretched out her hand and started from the first sentence.
Lin Junyi's brain was highly active, accompanied by the refreshing, elegant and sweet fragrance emanating from Chen Xuewei. He listened attentively to her explanation, and felt as if he had suddenly realized something.
It turns out that British dialect and slang are also very diverse. If no one explains them in detail, it is impossible to understand them. The meanings of some words cannot be found in English-Chinese dictionaries.
"Are you learning to write English novels?" Chen Xuewei was not asking for nothing. After reading a few sentences, she couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah!" Lin Junyi nodded. He couldn't hide this from her. After all, these sentences were too novel. Chen Xuewei was knowledgeable and experienced. If it was really a novel by a famous writer, she would definitely know something about it.
Lin Junyi listened carefully to Chen Xuewei's explanation, constantly comparing it with his own guesses in his brain. He was quite inspired and could even sometimes draw inferences from one example and correct Chen Xuewei's views.
As the explanation went on, the surprise in Chen Xuewei's beautiful eyes grew stronger and stronger, and in the end, the look in her eyes when she looked at Lin Junyi was filled with intense curiosity.
"Thank you, Teacher Chen!" Lin Junyi thoroughly understood these sentences with Chen Xuewei's help. He was also a little surprised. "Teacher Chen is indeed a top student who studied at Cambridge University in England. He can even master the most difficult British dialect slang. It's amazing!"
However, the more she became, the more Lin Junyi became puzzled. How could such an outstanding professional be confined to a junior high school? She should be working as a senior white-collar worker in a foreign company, or start her own small company. In short, any career would have more development prospects than being a teacher!
"Teacher Chen, can I ask you questions often in the future?" Lin Junyi asked with a smile.
"Of course, but I think you should focus on further studies! There will be plenty of opportunities to learn these extracurricular knowledge in the future." Chen Xuewei said softly.
"But, I may not meet a teacher as good as you in the future! Not all teachers understand British dialects." Lin Junyi said a little disappointedly.
"Haha, since you like writing English novels so much, you can come to me if you encounter any problems in the future. Here is my phone number." Chen Xuewei smiled faintly, tore off a piece of paper swiftly, and wrote a string of Arabic numerals.
While she was busy writing, Lin Junyi secretly glanced at her towering chest. The deep valley squeezed out by the shirt seemed to lure the man into sinking into it.
Although his mental age is older than Chen Xuewei, her charm is the most lethal to mature men. She is the kind of woman who ignites a man's desire to conquer.
"Here you go! You can call me anytime. I just hope you don't spread this number around in class. I won't tell anyone unless they are relatives or friends." Chen Xuewei handed the note to Lin Junyi. In fact, she also felt the heat hidden in the other's eyes, but her expression was still calm and elegant.
"Thank you!" Lin Junyi picked up the note and sniffed it gently. It was stained with the faint scent of perfume. He smiled and said, "Teacher Chen, I'm leaving now!"
"Well, class is about to start!" Chen Xuewei nodded.
Lin Junyi walked to the door, suddenly turned around and smiled, staring at her and said, "Teacher Chen, you are using AnasAnas perfume, right? Actually, I think Psn perfume is more suitable for you."
After saying this, he glanced at Chen Xuewei with a smile, then walked out of the office.
Chen Xuewei's expression remained calm, even a little cold, when she heard this, but her heart trembled. She knew that perfume. Psn means poison, which is the poison perfume, a classic perfume series produced by the French ChristanDr company.
Gazing at Lin Junyi's receding figure, she fell into deep thought... Honestly, she really couldn't understand this boy. He seemed like a completely different person over the past few days. In the past, he was muddle-headed and didn't understand anything, but now he seemed to understand everything...
After Lin Junyi walked out of the office, there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth. Chen Xuewei, this woman, is "poison" to men.
Any normal man would not be able to resist the temptation of her beauty. Even though he knew it was "poison", he would still be willing to be "poisoned" by her. She is like a poppy flower, enchanting, fiery and intoxicating.
Lin Junyi returned to the classroom and sat for a while, and then the 001st class of the afternoon arrived.
Chen Xuewei arrived as expected. She had just spent a long time whispering in her ear, but when she saw her again, she still felt amazed, which made her secretly sigh at the power of the "poison".
In this English class, Chen Xuewei arranged for the students to take a comprehensive English test, which was a moderately large test.
After the test papers were handed out, the students began to answer nervously.