Chapter 986
"You look great in formal clothes."
Ji Rao:?
What does this have to do with his formal attire?
White poison hey hey a smile, "want to do."
Ji Rao severely kicked Bai Du, "get out of here."
The door to the wonderful world has opened.
Cars come and go outside. In the past, Ji Rao and Bai Du went to the street to sweep Xiao Lan to school, but when it was cold, he didn't want to blow cold wind, so he took Bai Du to go by bus.
When he got off the bus, he looked at Baidu, then pulled his collar to the side of the road, pulled his zipper to the top, "OK, let's go."
They entered half an hour ahead of time. Ji Rao was waiting backstage. He took off his down jacket and gave it to Bai Du. Bai Du took a front position in the middle, holding Ji Rao's clothes and smelling Ji Rao's taste, showing a satisfied smile.
After another ten minutes and twenty minutes, the teacher led the judges to sit together, and the audience was also busy.
The stage was shining with a microphone in the middle.
Ji Rao is looking at his manuscript backstage. This is the manuscript he just rushed out last night. He hasn't read it twice. But he is not in a hurry. He is familiar with English and doesn't need to practice it.
The voice of the host comes from the front desk. Ji Rao puts the manuscript down and sends a message to Bai Du with her mobile phone.
Bai Du: your clothes are so fragrant.
Ji Rao: you are so obscene.
Baidu: I'm not that wretched bird.
Ji Rao: you're not only obscene, you're OK and sexy.
Bai Du: it's not all you who hook and lead me.
Ji Rao
They are chatting with each other. The number plate is randomly selected, and Ji Rao is the front number.
"Number 13."
Ji Rao took a look at his number plate. On the 14th, he pinned the number plate to the pocket of his suit jacket and sent a message to Bai Du that he was going to be on stage. He put down his mobile phone and went to the front desk to wait.
It didn't take long for a manuscript to be read out, and it was soon called the 14th.
Ji Rao stepped over, and the light on the stage shone on him, and the audience under the stage sighed.
Ji Rao is good-looking and in good shape. Putting on a suit is a gentle boy who comes out of the novel.
But Ji Rao's temperament is not gentle.
He went to the middle of the microphone. The last speaker was a girl. The position of the microphone was a little low. He raised it to his own position and then bowed down the stage.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ji Rao, a freshman majoring in English from the Institute of foreign languages."
He took out the manuscript in his hand and spoke standard and fluent English.
There is a foreign teacher referee under the stage. As soon as he hears the voice, he immediately raises his head and looks at Ji Rao on the stage with approval. He looks at the people next to him and nods to each other.
Many of the people below can't hear what Ji Rao is talking about, but they know that Ji Rao's English is full of English flavor. At first sight, it's not the kind of poor English that I've learned from textbooks for several years.
At the end of the last thank you, he bowed again and said, "my speech is over. Thank you."
He turned and stepped down from the other side, without any hesitation.
The referee started scoring.
In the back position, Cheng Juyin is not in the audience. He is not conspicuous. He looks at the people walking down on the stage, but he is in a trance. Ji Rao's graceful and calm image just now is still in his mind.
It seems that he has never found the excellence of Ji Rao.
Also, it seems that he never tried to get to know this person. In the past, he wanted to be as far away from Ji Rao as possible.
Ji Rao:?
What does this have to do with his formal attire?
White poison hey hey a smile, "want to do."
Ji Rao severely kicked Bai Du, "get out of here."
The door to the wonderful world has opened.
Cars come and go outside. In the past, Ji Rao and Bai Du went to the street to sweep Xiao Lan to school, but when it was cold, he didn't want to blow cold wind, so he took Bai Du to go by bus.
When he got off the bus, he looked at Baidu, then pulled his collar to the side of the road, pulled his zipper to the top, "OK, let's go."
They entered half an hour ahead of time. Ji Rao was waiting backstage. He took off his down jacket and gave it to Bai Du. Bai Du took a front position in the middle, holding Ji Rao's clothes and smelling Ji Rao's taste, showing a satisfied smile.
After another ten minutes and twenty minutes, the teacher led the judges to sit together, and the audience was also busy.
The stage was shining with a microphone in the middle.
Ji Rao is looking at his manuscript backstage. This is the manuscript he just rushed out last night. He hasn't read it twice. But he is not in a hurry. He is familiar with English and doesn't need to practice it.
The voice of the host comes from the front desk. Ji Rao puts the manuscript down and sends a message to Bai Du with her mobile phone.
Bai Du: your clothes are so fragrant.
Ji Rao: you are so obscene.
Baidu: I'm not that wretched bird.
Ji Rao: you're not only obscene, you're OK and sexy.
Bai Du: it's not all you who hook and lead me.
Ji Rao
They are chatting with each other. The number plate is randomly selected, and Ji Rao is the front number.
"Number 13."
Ji Rao took a look at his number plate. On the 14th, he pinned the number plate to the pocket of his suit jacket and sent a message to Bai Du that he was going to be on stage. He put down his mobile phone and went to the front desk to wait.
It didn't take long for a manuscript to be read out, and it was soon called the 14th.
Ji Rao stepped over, and the light on the stage shone on him, and the audience under the stage sighed.
Ji Rao is good-looking and in good shape. Putting on a suit is a gentle boy who comes out of the novel.
But Ji Rao's temperament is not gentle.
He went to the middle of the microphone. The last speaker was a girl. The position of the microphone was a little low. He raised it to his own position and then bowed down the stage.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ji Rao, a freshman majoring in English from the Institute of foreign languages."
He took out the manuscript in his hand and spoke standard and fluent English.
There is a foreign teacher referee under the stage. As soon as he hears the voice, he immediately raises his head and looks at Ji Rao on the stage with approval. He looks at the people next to him and nods to each other.
Many of the people below can't hear what Ji Rao is talking about, but they know that Ji Rao's English is full of English flavor. At first sight, it's not the kind of poor English that I've learned from textbooks for several years.
At the end of the last thank you, he bowed again and said, "my speech is over. Thank you."
He turned and stepped down from the other side, without any hesitation.
The referee started scoring.
In the back position, Cheng Juyin is not in the audience. He is not conspicuous. He looks at the people walking down on the stage, but he is in a trance. Ji Rao's graceful and calm image just now is still in his mind.
It seems that he has never found the excellence of Ji Rao.
Also, it seems that he never tried to get to know this person. In the past, he wanted to be as far away from Ji Rao as possible.