Chapter 21 Confrontation at the Middle Gate
Zhang Haotian slammed the table and glanced around gloomily, "Is it that funny!?"
The remaining four men also stood up, Pointing at the people in front.
“You laugh so hard!”
“Shut up!”
...
Zhang Haotian stood up and walked to the podium. He took out his mobile phone from his body, stared at Feng Lin and said, "You scolded me just now, right?"
"Wait a minute." "
Feng Lin suddenly raised his hand and looked outside the door, "Come in, what are you doing hiding outside?"
Everyone in the class followed Feng Lin's gaze. , looked toward the door.
Song Fan outside thought for a moment and walked in with a smile.
“Wow! It’s Teacher Song Fan!”
“So handsome! It’s a pity that he doesn’t teach our grade.”
……
Class Many of the women in the room had nymphomaniac expressions on their faces when they saw Song Fan walking in.
Song Fan's identity is unknown to everyone in the school.
This is a standard rich second generation.
Women in college are different from junior high school and high school. Their minds have matured.
In junior high and high schools, many women admire the objects of their dreams, which are mostly expressed in their personal charm.
He is handsome, can play basketball, and plays games well...
As long as you have one good point, girls will like you.
Most men who are confessed by girls are in this age group.
But university is different, personal charm is not the first priority.
Money is the boss.
Because people are mature and handsome and cannot buy a house or a car.
Song Fan came to school and drove a multi-million sports car, which is money that most people cannot earn in their lifetime.
Plus Song Fan is not ugly either, who wouldn’t want to marry such a man?
"Haha, hello, my name is Song Fan."
"I am Feng Lin, Teacher Song. Generally speaking, how should you educate students like this when you encounter them?"
Feng Lin asked preconceived.
The last time I had dinner with Lan Rou, the gangsters I encountered were his fault.
The logic couldn’t be simpler.
His purpose is to leave Lan Rou.
He must have been secretly instigating this incident.
"I..."
Song Fan couldn't tell.
He was hiding there, waiting for a conflict between the two.
Then stand up, stand on the moral high ground, and criticize Feng Linkou.
According to his popularity, many women in this class must be on his side.
When the time comes, the report will be reported to the dean, and Feng Lin will definitely get out.
Now I don’t know what to say.
Zhang Haotian suddenly grabbed Feng Lin's collar and roared: "Why did you scold me just now?"
"That's right! Teacher Song, the new guy scolded Mr. Zhang just now! ”
“We have all heard it. The curse is very unpleasant and is simply a personal insult!”
……
Several men sitting in the last row stood up and said.
Song Fan was delighted. This Zhang Haotian still had some brains. He immediately frowned and looked at Feng Lin, "Teacher Feng Lin, why did you insult the students?"
Tang lowered his head to read. Qianqian sighed deeply, this Feng Lin is real.
The newly arrived students have attracted big shots.
Song Fan and Zhang Haotian are both rich people. Dealing with Feng Lin, a pauper, is just like playing games.
But if you don’t help yourself, you can’t justify it.
"Teacher Song, Zhang Haotian scolded this teacher for no reason." Tang Qianqian stood up and said.
Feng Lin immediately gave Tang Qianqian a grateful look.
Tang Qianqian curled her lips and sat down again.
“I admit that I spoke a bit too much, but he insulted my character and called me a duck!”
Zhang Haotian pointed at Feng Lin, as if he wanted to fight with Feng Lin.
While talking, an older, short teacher walked through the door.
He has black-rimmed glasses, very small eyes, and bald Mediterranean hair.
When he saw Song Fan and Zhang Haotian here, he immediately walked in flatteringly, "Teacher Song, what happened?" "Director Liu Zhu, you came just in time."
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Song Fan turned his head and winked slightly at Liu Zhu, "I still have classes, I'll leave the things here to you."
He is not a fool, he has been aggressive, and if it reaches Lan Rou's ears, he will suffer. It's him.
Liu Zhu nodded with understanding. He is the deputy director of the Department of Finance.
Song Fan and Zhang Haotian often invited him to dinner, so they naturally knew which side they were on.
"Director Liu, this new teacher scolded me very harshly." Zhang Haotian pointed at Feng Lin and said with cold eyes.
"You dare to insult students? You teach something, why haven't I seen you?"
Liu Zhu asked Feng Lin.
“I teach English and it’s my first time to go to work today.” Feng Lin grinned.
"You teach English? Don't you know? Am I the one who teaches English in several first-year finance classes?"
Liu Zhu clasped his hands behind his back and looked like a man of power.
But it’s normal, a higher level would crush people to death.
As the deputy director, no teacher could see him and not be respectful.
Feng Lin shook his head and said, "I don't know about that. It was arranged by the deputy dean."
"Vice dean? What level of English certificate do you have?" Liu Zhu asked.
“I don’t have a certificate.”
"You dare to mislead others without a certificate? Who gave you the courage? Who?" Liu Zhu was still fiddling with his English.
"Maybe my English is better than yours."
Since the other party was not polite to him, Feng Lin didn't need to spoil him.
"Do you know who I am? I have lived abroad for more than ten years, and your English is better than mine? Are you OK?"
Liu Zhu was full of disdain and did not dare to speak other words. He is still better at English Confident.
There was no barrier to communication between him and those foreigners.
"Then let's compete to see whose English is better." Feng Lin said with a faint smile.
If you are doing tasks all over the world, you don’t know the local language, and you can’t integrate into the other party’s environment, what kind of tasks can you perform?
He is proficient in eight languages, including writing and accents from various places.
For simple communication, Feng Lin can use fifteen different languages.
Tang Qianqian covered her face helplessly, this Feng Lin was really looking for abuse.
There are several foreign teachers in the school, and they all say that Liu Zhu’s English is very standard.
How can Feng Lin, who studied in Africa, compare with Liu Zhu?
"Your name is Feng Lin, right? If your English is better than Director Liu, I will apologize to you. If you can't, resign directly, do you dare?"
Zhang Haotian faced Feng Lin said that at the beginning, several foreign teachers in the college did not speak Chinese well, and it was Liu Zhu who communicated with them.
Song Fan said before that his purpose was to drive Feng Lin away.
The Song family is one of the four major families, Zhang Haotian’s father specifically explained it.
You must please Song Fan in school.
"Okay! I agree! How do you compare?" Feng Lin asked.
“Simple, follow me to the college broadcast room, each of us will recite a paragraph, and then let the foreign teachers judge.”
After Liu Zhu finished speaking, he led the way.
Feng Lin followed him with a smile.
"This Feng Lin! You idiot, the job you finally found is gone."
Tang Qianqian secretly clenched her fists, but she couldn't help at all.
“Comparing English with Teacher Liu Zhu is really asking for abuse.”
"Let's go and watch the excitement together. The counselors are already there anyway."
Several girls around also started to make noises.
Tang Qianqian watched everyone go out. She hesitated and followed.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the radio.
It’s Liu Zhu.
His speech was the very famous "I Have a Dream".
Everyone stood outside the broadcast room and listened quietly.
Not long after, a blond white man walked from a distance.
She looked up at the loudspeaker high up, nodded secretly, and said in not very standard Chinese: "Teacher Liu Zhu's English is becoming more and more standard."
"It's over! People Foreigners all agreed.”
Tang Qianqian sighed deeply.
At this moment, Liu Zhu ended his speech.
Feng Lin's voice came over, it was also "I Have a Dream".
This is about to hit the target!
(End of this chapter)