Real or Fake Missy : I Have a Piece of Godly Land

Other than the farce at the door of class one this morning, Cheng Ling was not picked on by anyone else today.

Perhaps it was because she had taught Ding Yu a lesson two days ago, and he was well behaved today.

It was English class again.

Cheng Ling seemed to have gotten the tacit approval of Chen Fang to be exempted from attending the class.

Of course, it was not that she did not attend the class. She would check if she understood the content of the next lesson. If she did, she would do her things.

Sometimes, Chen Fang would come down to patrol. Seeing the English that Cheng Ling wrote on the paper, she would ignore her.

Cheng Ling was happy and at ease. She could learn new knowledge, at the same time also do her things.

"Does anyone want to read this paragraph? It is the speech of the Nobel prize winner in literature this year. There may be a lot of words in it that we have yet to learn, but this article is well written. The use of the vocabularies and sentence construction are excellent."

Chen Fang had distributed the article before class. Hearing Chen Fang's words, the students all picked up the paper.

"If we can apply these vocabularies and sentences reasonably in our essay, we will definitely get high marks. Does anyone want to give it a try?"

Although the students in class 10 liked this English teacher, and they were more active in class than before, they still didn't dare to answer Chen Fang's questions.

The main reason was that they were afraid of losing face.

Although the standard of their English in the entire class was about the same, compared to losing face, they would rather say that they couldn't be bothered to answer.

As they didn't want to admit that they were stupid, they would rather pretend that they didn't work hard.

Chen Fang held the article printed on A4 paper and shouted several times on the stage, but no one raised their hands.

"Since no one wants to read it, then I'll draw the student number."

Hearing that a student number was going to be drawn, the students became nervous.

Wu Ya had already closed his eyes and put his hands together devoutly to pray that he wouldn't be drawn.

"Number 17. Whose student number is 17? Stand up and read the text aloud."

After a few seconds, no one stood up. Chen Fang repeated what she said.

At this time, Cheng Ling was listening to the lecture, and it was time for the intermission.

Seeing that no one stood up, Feng Tao took out the name list and looked at the student number.

"Teacher, number 17 is Cheng Ling."

Cheng Ling heard her name was called and raised her head.

Did she have such good terms with the English class?

She had been called up to answer questions for two days in a row.

"Cheng Ling, stand up and read this article. You can ask me If you have anything that you do not understand."

Ding Yu, who was beside her, was dozing off. His hands were supporting his head, and he was shaking.

"The student beside Cheng Ling also stand up and read together. Why are you sleeping in class?"

"Young Master Ding was picked on again."

"Exactly, the two of them are really ill-fated!"

Cheng Ling's elbow moved to the left and touched Ding Yu.

Ding Yu was not sleeping soundly, so he immediately woke up after being touched by Cheng Ling.

"What's going on? Is there a fire?"

The students in the class burst into laughter.

Cheng Ling was amused by Ding Yu, too. This person seemed to be a school bully, but none of his actions was what a school bully would do.

Chen Fang picked up a book and knocked on the desk to quieten the students.

"Your name is Ding Yu, right? Why are you sleeping in class? Stand up and read this article with Cheng Ling."

Cheng Ling and Ding Yu stood up at the same time.

"Ding Yu, you read the first paragraph first. Cheng Ling, you read the second paragraph."

If it was a math class, Ding Yu probably wouldn't stand up, but English was a subject that he was better at.

He glanced at the first paragraph. There were only one or two words that he didn't know, but he could guess the pronunciations of the words through experience.

Ding Yu cleared his throat and began to read.

The moment he opened his mouth, all the girls in the class instantly became infatuated.

When Ding Yu spoke in English, he did indeed have a different temperament.

When he was reading, he did not have to pay particular attention to the pronunciation. It was because he was good at it. He read very fluently and emotionally.

After he finished reading, all the students in the class subconsciously began to clap.

Even Chen Fang smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

"Ding Yu's spoken English is excellent. He reads accurately and with emotion. He is not stiff at all."

"Cheng Ling, come read the next paragraph."

Everyone was ready to see a joke.

Ding Yu's spoken English was so good because he was often abroad.

But Cheng Ling...

But unexpectedly, Cheng Ling's spoken English was no different from Ding Yu's.

And to the surprise of everyone, even more, was that Cheng Ling was off-script!