Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

This recitation competition did not require participants to write their own scripts, but Song Lingge had to if she wanted to surpass Fang Guanghua.

In his previous life, Fang Guanghua wrote his own speech. Although his eloquence was not the best, the school leaders felt that he was full of sincerity, which is why they chose him as the champion.

This time, Song Lingge is determined to win the championship.

"Are you going to participate in this recitation competition?"

Qiao Nansheng suddenly spoke, startling Song Lingge, who quickly covered her notebook.

Seeing her flustered look, Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but tease her: "You've already seen it all, why are you still covering it up?"

Song Lingge couldn't help but glare at him and said irritably, "You're peeping into other people's privacy, which is illegal."

Qiao Nansheng didn't care at all, and simply snatched the notebook and started reading it carefully.

Song Lingge tried to snatch it, but then thought it would be nice to have someone help modify it, so she gave up.

Have you ever thought about trying something innovative?

Song Lingge was a little confused as to why he said that.

Besides, she's from the 21st century, so what innovative ideas could Qiao Nansheng possibly have? Moreover, she doesn't seem to remember Qiao Nansheng participating in any competitions, or at least his name shouldn't be on the list of winners, otherwise she wouldn't have no recollection of him at all.

She still looked bewildered, like a simple and harmless little white rabbit.

Qiao Nansheng offered a rare moment of thoughtful explanation: "In previous years, our university's recitation competitions were all in Chinese, mainly focusing on poetry and prose recitations. Since you're planning to write your own script, why not try something more innovative?"

Song Lingge still didn't understand, but she acknowledged Qiao Nansheng's abilities. The past few recitation competitions had been particularly boring, simply involving reading aloud contemporary or modern articles praising the emperor. However, the school leaders were enthusiastic about this type of event.

However, even the finest delicacies can become tiresome after a while, which is why Fang Guanghua's own writing stood out so much in that competition, achieving phenomenal success and becoming the only one of its kind...

That's right, Song Lingge is really sour.

However, there was another reason behind her sourness that was unknown to others.

Fang Guanghua's manuscript was given to Song Lingge for revision after it was written. Although he wrote the main body of it, Song Lingge made most of the revisions. It can be said that if Fang Guanghua had written his original manuscript, it would have been lost among the crowd.

That's why Song Lingge is so persistent about this award.

"I decided to write the articles myself because I wanted to be innovative!"

Seeing that she still didn't understand what he meant, Qiao Nansheng couldn't help but flick her forehead.

She hadn't even withdrawn her hand after finishing playing when she felt it was too ambiguous, and her face flushed red again. Embarrassed, she withdrew her hand.

However, Song Lingge didn't care about all that. When they were little, Zhao Zhangguo used to flick her forehead, so she felt quite fond of him.

Moreover, Qiao Nansheng didn't exert any force, so it didn't hurt.

Qiao Nansheng always liked to say only half of what he meant, and she wasn't a mind reader, so instead of overthinking it, she might as well just ask directly.

"Why don't you share your thoughts?"

Seeing her calm expression and the lack of complaint from her, Qiao Nansheng felt that his actions were rather petty.

So, the leading question was: "What kind of university are we?"

"Nonsense, it's Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages."

Qiao Nansheng stopped replying and stared directly at Song Lingge.

Under the pressure of his piercing gaze, Song Lingge felt a flash of inspiration, but she was always just a little bit short of guessing his thoughts.

"Yes, Nanzhou Foreign Language School, the best foreign language university in the country."

Qiao Nansheng emphasized it again, especially the words "foreign language".

Song Lingge's eyes lit up, and she said with delight, "You mean using both Chinese and English together?"

"Why not be even bolder? French, Thai, Japanese... we can add those too."

Song Lingge's cheek twitched involuntarily, and she said sarcastically, "I'd love to be bold, but my strength won't allow it!"

"You also speak French, right? With Chinese, English, and French combined, you're quite impressive."

"When did I learn French?" Song Lingge exclaimed in surprise.

Qiao Nansheng looked at her with an indescribably strange expression: "When Baoyu was in the second grade of elementary school, the teacher once assigned a composition called 'My Dream'."

Why did Qiao Nansheng's words seem so nonsensical? But his expression was so serious and strange that Song Lingge patiently listened on.

"One day in class, the teacher read aloud an essay written by someone who wanted to become a diplomat. After class, you went and mocked them, even reciting a few words of French. Don't you remember?"

It seems like there is such a thing, right?

Seeing Qiao Nansheng's serious expression, Song Lingge dared not deny it, so she racked her brains to search for this memory.

Baoyu, second grade, "My Dream," a diplomat.

Song Lingge forgot what she had written, but she vaguely remembered that her teacher had read a model essay about wanting to be a diplomat.

After class, Song Lingge jokingly said that she also wanted to be a diplomat, which was criticized by a boy who said that she didn't know any foreign languages ​​and what kind of diplomat she could be.

So Song Lingge was not convinced and immediately showed off her skills.

"Hello, my name is Songlingge."

"Savadica!"

"Bonjour, Je suis chinois."

This was all of Xiao Song Lingge's foreign language vocabulary. She originally wanted to say "Baka yarou," but that would easily expose her weakness, so she held back. It seems that even back then, she knew that she couldn't show everything and had to learn to keep her skills hidden.

How many people in that era knew or understood foreign languages? Especially since they were just second-grade children, Song Lingge easily fooled these little cuties.

"You, you, you wouldn't happen to be that little boy, would you?"

So she really didn't remember him. Qiao Nansheng's eyes darkened.

Song Lingge scratched her head sheepishly: "I'm sorry, actually I only know that one line."

What really bothered Qiao Nansheng wasn't that. Song Lingge had fooled him with those few foreign words using the word "Bonjour."

He was born into a diplomatic family, and his family members were fluent in various languages. Growing up surrounded by this environment, he set a goal for himself from a young age to become a great diplomat.

He never imagined there would be someone in his class who was so young yet already fluent in several languages. Especially French; when his grandfather taught him, he found it incredibly difficult.

He originally intended to emulate Song Lingge, but not long after, his father's job changed, so he transferred schools.

From then on, Song Lingge became a knot in his heart.

Upon their reunion, especially after hearing this explanation today, Qiao Nansheng was truly speechless.

Their major is English. Song Lingge thought for a moment, resting her chin on her hand: "English is barely acceptable, but the others will be difficult."

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