Minglong Youth: Shared House with Cheng Yushan and Bian Xiaoxiao

"Good boy, Teacher Lei Ming is finally back!"

“I love his English class so much!”

"Congratulations, congratulations to Lei Ming for returning to Minglong Middle School!"

On this day, when netizens were watching the live broadcast of Class 11, they saw a familiar figure appear on the podium of Class 11.

This person was none other than Lei Ming who had been missing for many days.

After not seeing him for many days, Lei Ming seemed to be much thinner than before, but his eyes were full of luster again.

"First of all, I want to thank Zhou Chen!"

Under the gaze of countless netizens, Lei Ming, who was standing on the podium, first bowed to Zhou Chen and said seriously,

"I know that Zhou Chen did a lot of things during my absence. If it weren't for Zhou Chen and the guys in Class 11 working together to find evidence, I wouldn't be here again."

“Really, thank you very much!”

Lei Ming clasped his hands together and looked at the six children in Class 11 sincerely.

He never thought that one day, the students he taught would work together to help him. Really, Lei Ming felt particularly proud to have such students.

As soon as these words came out, countless eyes turned to Zhou Chen.

Although they all knew that the first accounts to announce the truth were those of Zhou Chen and his friends, it was not until now that they understood that Zhou Chen and the students in Class 11 had actually paid so much behind Lei Ming's restoration of his reputation!

"Zhou Chen is so strong. He alone, together with several people from Class 11, brought down the Zhixiang Group!"

"Hey, Zhixiang still owes me 10,000 yuan in tuition. I looked at the rankings, and there are more than 26,000 people ahead of me. But I want to thank Zhou Chen!"

"I have to thank Zhou Chen for letting me escape from the sea of ​​suffering in Zhixiang. You don't know that when I was studying in Zhixiang, I began to doubt my life!"

"Yes, thank you Zhou Chen!"

Netizens in the live broadcast room left comments to thank Zhou Chen.

However, under the gaze of everyone, Zhou Chen stood up.

"Teacher Lei, you don't know that during the time you were away, the six of us lost our appetite and lost a lot of weight!"

The way he spoke was so serious.

As soon as these words were spoken, Cheng Yushan and others immediately understood and echoed them.

"Yes, Lao Lei, I have lost five pounds."

"Lao Lei, you have to be responsible for our health!"

The atmosphere was very serious and touching just now, but it instantly turned into something ridiculous after Zhou Chen and the others made such a fuss.

"Okay, okay, I'll treat you guys to a big dinner tonight!"

Lei Ming laughed, and the atmosphere in the whole classroom suddenly became cheerful.

Many senior high school students, even those in the Taoli class of Minglong Middle School, were envious of this scene.

Since entering the third year of high school, the teachers just kept telling them to seize every opportunity to study, even if the teacher before the class was good, they were exempted.

All they have to do every day, besides eating and sleeping, is study.

The topic between me and the teacher is only about studying.

As for Class 11, the relationship between teachers and students is that of both teacher and friend. This kind of relationship is something that many so-called good students can only dream of.

In the following days, things returned to normal.

The atmosphere in Class 11 is both serious and lively, stimulating and relaxing. Every day is very fulfilling with laughter and hard work.

However, the much-anticipated physics competition is about to begin.

During this period, Li Ran rarely talked to other people. He made good use of his time every day to review the physics competition questions. After all, this exam was too important for him.

As for Cheng Yushan, although there is still a long time before the math competition, he dare not relax. He seizes the time every day, works hard on the exercises, and studies the most basic formulas.

There is no other way. This is the learning method that Hu Cuocuo taught her. As long as she understands the reasoning process of those theorems and formulas, she can master mathematics and reach the level of applying what she has learned to other situations.

"Hey……"

After school that day, Bian Xiaoxiao sighed helplessly when she saw Cheng Yushan starting to review as soon as he got home.

"Zhou Chen, what do you think I should do if I can't get into Qingbei?"

Bian Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Chen in frustration.

"Bian Xiaoxiao, you seem to be a little upset recently, what's wrong?"

Zhou Chen looked at Bian Xiaoxiao in surprise.

He found that since Lei Ming's return, Bian Xiaoxiao was only happy for one day, and in the rest of the days, her condition seemed to be a bit bad.

"Nothing."

Bian Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed with confusion.

"Li Ran can get more opportunities through the physics competition, Cheng Yushan can also participate in the mathematics competition, and you, Zhou Chen, you can get into Qingbei with your bare score."

Bian Xiaoxiao became more and more depressed as she spoke.

"But I don't know anything. My scores are not as high as yours, and I don't have any other talents. Although Lao Lei allowed me to enter Tsinghua University and Peking University through the broadcasting and hosting track, but... I'm not sure..."

Bian Xiaoxiao's family background is the worst among the children in Class 11. She knows that her score for the broadcasting and hosting entrance exam to Qingbei will be much lower than that of normal students.

But she also knew that many art students were enrolling in broadcasting classes. Compared to those people, she was no match for them!

"Oh, you should have said it earlier!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chen was happy.

"Bian Xiaoxiao, as long as you follow me, I will take you to Qingbei!"

"Ah? Master Zhou, you don't have any new ideas, do you?"

Bian Xiaoxiao, who was originally depressed, was suddenly refreshed when she saw Zhou Chen's confident look.

She knew that nothing could stump Master Zhou Chen!

Chapter 89: Warming Up Your Voice

"Tomorrow you get up early, make breakfast for us, and then I'll take you flying!"

Zhou Chen looked at Bian Xiaoxiao's silly face and couldn't help but find it cute. After deliberately keeping her in suspense, he returned to his room mysteriously.

"Mysterious..."

Seeing Zhou Chen was halfway through his speech, Bian Xiaoxiao couldn't help but curl her lips.

However, when she thought of Zhou Chen's abilities, she became particularly curious about tomorrow's arrangements.

After all, the novels written by Zhou Chen are now on the bestseller list. Any random idea he had before could make his Douyin account popular. Who knows, maybe Zhou Chen really has some tricks that no one can think of.

The next day was a rest day. Bian Xiaoxiao originally wanted to lie in bed and sleep in, but when she thought about following Zhou Chen's arrangements today, instead of getting up late, she got up half an hour earlier and made a good breakfast for Zhou Chen and Cheng Yushan.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Zhou Chen and Bian Xiaoxiao's excited expressions, Cheng Yushan couldn't help but frown, with a curious look on his face. He even looked at Zhou Chen with a hint of jealousy.

"Isn't it that Bian Xiaoxiao wants to enter Qingbei through broadcasting and hosting? There are not many competitions in this field, but she must pass the school entrance examination. So, I will think of some way to improve her broadcasting professionalism."

Zhou Chen shrugged, but did not hide it from Cheng Yushan.

Bian Xiaoxiao is the weakest in their Class 11. To be honest, although Bian Xiaoxiao has a nice voice, she is just a blank slate. She has no other talents. It is almost impossible for her to enter Qingbei just by relying on a good voice!

Even if it is just in the broadcasting field, the competition is equally fierce.

Lei Ming helped Li Ran through the physics teacher and helped Cheng Yushan through the math teacher. Jiang Qinglang is capable and his family is rich.

These three people have both talent and resources. To be honest, it’s no surprise that they passed the exam.

Only Bian Xiaoxiao has no scores and no talents. Without any external help, the possibility of her entering Qingbei is really zero.

So, seeing that Bian Xiaoxiao was in trouble, Zhou Chen decided to give Bian Xiaoxiao lessons personally and package her well.

In his previous life, Zhou Chen was not an art student, but one of his roommates in high school was studying broadcasting and hosting. He would get up early every morning and run to the playground to warm up his voice. In the evening, he would come back and perform tongue twisters for his roommates.

If you don't practice this thing every day, how can you expect to make a splash in the school exam? That's simply nonsense!

Everyone has tried their best to get into Qingbei since childhood. Why would luck favor you, an unprepared person?

"You also understand broadcasting?"

Cheng Yushan and Bian Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Chen in surprise.

"Broadcasting, broadcasting, all depends on one's mouth. To put it simply, it's all about oral skills!"

Zhou Chen shrugged and said calmly,

"Through my observation and research, there are many types of ventriloquism. For example, the eloquence of a TV host requires clear pronunciation and smooth speech without mistakes. For example, for opera singers, not only accurate pronunciation is emphasized, but also the pitch. For actors, the test is the ability to deliver lines..."

"In short, you have to have a job. As long as you perform well, others will naturally appreciate you, right?"

When these words were spoken, Cheng Yushan and Bian Xiaoxiao were both stunned.

But if you think about it carefully, it is indeed true.

Cheng Yushan originally wanted to participate, but thinking that he still had to prepare for the math competition, he had to stay at home and continue reviewing math.

In order not to disturb Cheng Yushan's studies, Zhou Chen took Bian Xiaoxiao to the park downstairs in the community.

"Bian Xiaoxiao, you should have heard the story of the oil seller. In fact, if you want to reach a certain level of skill in anything, there is no shortcut. You just need to practice more."

"From today on, you must practice your voice for half an hour every morning. Only in this way can you form muscle memory and make a splash in the school exam!"

Bian Xiaoxiao nodded seriously.

Every morning, there were many people practicing their voices on the playground of Minglong Middle School. She originally wanted to learn from them, but unfortunately, those art students were very hostile to her and didn't want her to practice with them at all.

"Okay, let's start now. I'll say one sentence, and you'll say one sentence, and you'll practice with me!"

Zhou Chen said as he took out two pieces of paper from his arms and handed one of them to Bian Xiaoxiao.

These are some tongue twisters he wrote from memory. If you are studying broadcasting and can't even learn tongue twisters, it would be embarrassing to tell them to others.

There are also many tongue twisters in this world, but most of them are rather boring. The ones written by Zhou Chen are not only tongue twisters, but also very interesting in content.

"Little Niuniu was wearing a round bag and watching Doudou by the Niutougou. Suddenly, she heard someone shouting to catch the cow in front of the pond. Niuniu was afraid that the cow would step on Doudou, so she grabbed the cow tightly and refused to let go!"

Under Bian Xiaoxiao's astonished gaze, Zhou Chen opened his mouth and said the first tongue twister.

Bian Xiaoxiao, "???"

Although she had also encountered many tongue twisters, to be honest, they were all okay. But the tongue twister made up by Zhou Chen seemed to have something interesting.

After a moment of confusion, Bian Xiaoxiao also began to read it.

At the beginning, it was a bit tongue-twisting, but as she recited it more and more, Bian Xiaoxiao gradually found the formula.

So, the two of them stood in the park, reciting tongue twisters one after another, their speaking speed getting faster and faster, singing in unison, as if they were performing a crosstalk.

So much so that in a short while, the old men and women who were doing morning exercises in the park gathered around.

"These two young people are good at speaking!"

“Young people today are amazing.”

"Where did this joke come from? I've never heard of it before, haha, so funny!"

Being watched by so many uncles and aunts, it would have been fine if they just watched, but some of them even took out their cell phones to record them. Bian Xiaoxiao suddenly felt like a social demise.

However, if you want to pursue a career in art and cannot overcome this difficulty, don't think too much about it.

Thinking of this, Bian Xiaoxiao could only bite the bullet and follow Zhou Chen in reciting those meaningful tongue twisters one by one amid the laughter of the old men and women.

"Zhou Chen, you don't want to improve my broadcasting skills by practicing tongue twisters, do you?"

After about an hour, Bian Xiaoxiao's throat felt a little dry, so the two stopped practicing.

Bian Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Chen and said.

"Other people are also practicing this method. It's nothing special."

"Do you think I am such an ordinary person?"

Zhou Chen rolled his eyes.

"This is just an appetizer, a test run. The real technical work is still to come!"