Sherry Liu wasn't as strict and rigid as Lao Mo. Like most English teachers, she was very trendy.
Such classroom games were designed to pique everyone's interest in English and make them appreciate the beauty of its sounds.

On the other hand, she also hoped that students with weaker foundations could speak up.

While exam-oriented education doesn't require speaking skills, and it's even possible to score over 120 points by rote memorization alone, fluent command of spoken English is definitely beneficial for making breakthroughs.

At least, speaking English correctly can greatly improve the accuracy of spelling words, preventing spelling errors like confusing 'ae' and 'uo' when writing compositions during exams.

Today, she called on Chen Yuan to read because his foundation and spoken English were extremely poor, and also because he was a 'special assistant student'. She hoped to boost his confidence through this method, especially since the poem was genuinely simple.

Of course, she wasn't wrong. It was indeed more suitable for a handsome boy with a pleasant voice to read this poem.

The giggling reactions of the girls in the class showed that they agreed with her.

It's just that Chen Yuan might waste his good looks and voice.

He speaks standard Mandarin without an accent, but when he speaks English, he has a unique accent. It's not that his voice sounds unsophisticated, but he mispronounces words, mixes up 'ae' and 'ou', and omits sounds from certain places, making a word sound very heavy. Not to mention the even more basic techniques of not pronouncing certain suffixes or prefixes when two words are linked together.

"Why is it seventy-four points..."

Then, a commotion arose in the class.

Worthy of being the most receptive English teacher, the thirty-year-old Sherry Liu surfs the internet even more intensely than the eleven-year-old Xia Xinyu!

"Eighty-one."

"The preliminary test scores only come out on Saturday. I'm so afraid I failed."

Nowhere's dialect is like that, you always feel there's an accent.

What question am I answering...

"Okay, then how should I tell the teachers at the broadcasting department?"

Ha Wei felt that since he could improve, he had to push himself, so he eventually agreed.

"Oh, oh, that's even better." Sherry Liu's voice regained some liveliness. "Your English foundation is very weak, and your vocabulary is poor, so it's hard to improve your grades. Do you know of any methods that can improve both of these at the same time?"

You De didn't understand and said, "I didn't do it on purpose, is that really necessary?"

In addition, Sherry Liu's voice was quite gentle, as if she were looking into his eyes while saying this.

Ha Wei's voice is actually very pleasant, matching his face well. Usually, when he's not making stale jokes, he gives off a low-key and melancholic vibe.

Ha Wei: Idiot.

"No way, this time wasn't that hard."

"Teacher, I didn't bring my phone to school..."

Sherry Liu could feel that the students in the class were trying hard to hold back, so they wouldn't unconsciously laugh out loud.

She was being serious.

Of course, You De was relaxed for other reasons. He hesitated but said, "But my English is bad, only in the teens..."

Dude…

Don't, don't, don't, this is a slippery slope that can't be touched!

"Ahhh..."

It feels like I'm about to become famous...

for, ever."

He Si Jiao suddenly added.

"Of course you can." Chen Yuan Liu smiled like a flower, saying something inappropriate in the classroom. "However, it has to be with a 'forever' person."

"Trust the teacher, this is a very good way to improve your English." Sherry Liu said, "Familiarizing yourself with and mastering an English reading passage every day, even if it's just extra homework, can raise your grade by seventy-four points before the midterm exam."

"Haha." Zhou Fu was amused by Ha Wei and He Si Jiao, and laughed, not continuing the previous conversation.

Including Li Youyou, who had just been told 'you're good' by Sherry Liu today, also admitted that this poem should be read by someone with a pleasant voice.

"Yo yo yo, I know, I know, I'm leaving."

Sherry Liu, who had been listening the whole time and nodding with a smile, paused for two seconds to savor the moment before giving a girlish applause.

Combining the context, from your own perspective, imagine the other person as your love...imagine a beautiful girl, and carefully consider how to say a moving love confession, how to make the other person focus on a certain expression.

"I'll say hi to the teachers in the broadcasting department, and you can try reading an episode." Sherry Liu seemed serious, her tone not joking. "If you perform well, you can even stay and continue reading. Then you and another beautiful girl who reads English in the broadcasting department can form a golden couple combination."

and you,
"Why are you putting me on the spot?"

"I wouldn't dare to steal your time from your teacher Mo." Adopting a humble daughter-in-law attitude of an English teacher in a science class, Sherry Liu interrupted again, "The school has a club called the broadcasting department. Usually, when there are activities, they are mainly responsible for the school's daily broadcasts. Such as playing songs, giving announcements, reading chicken-soup literature, and a newly opened English section."

"Really awesome, I'm impressed."

"Your English pronunciation is much better than before, basically no mistakes. Of course, can't tell too much from these simple words." After thinking for a while, Chen Yuan Liu lowered her voice and asked softly, "Did you join an after-school tutoring class?"

"and, you."

Following Sherry's earnest teachings, Ha Wei finished reading the poem.

Therefore, that whole evening, Sherry, combining my native language advantage with over a decade of rich teaching experience, used vivid examples and phonetic symbol instruction to help You De say the correct English pronunciation I wanted. In the second half, I also taught me how to read fluent sentences.

"Class dismissed." After finishing this lesson, Chen Yuan Liu turned off the little bee (microphone), hugged the book in my arms, and said to Ha Wei before leaving, "Ha Wei, come here for a moment."

"Come on." Seeing that Ha Wei still hadn't come over, Chen Yuan Liu, standing at the door, waved vigorously again, reminding me to hurry up.

"Teacher, can this be used for confession?" a boy asked.

Taking the note from Chen Yuan Liu, Ha Wei felt complicated. Just then, two students from other classes passed by our classroom door, chatting as they walked.

moon for night,

"Ah? Are you talking about me?"