Wen Lanchaosheng

Chapter 2

"Hello, senior Wen Lan. I'm Chen Mo from the Department of Mechanical Engineering. Senior sister Zhou Yang from the English Department gave me your phone number. Is the senior free tomorrow? Our department has a foreign professor coming to give a lecture, and I would like to invite the senior to give a lecture. translate."

"If the senior is free at noon, I would like to invite the senior to have dinner together..."

The person on the phone said a lot in a polite tone, and his cautious attitude made Wen Lan feel a little less angry when he woke up from his nap.

He lazily said "Yes", "Sister Yang told me, at 9 o'clock tomorrow, right, Academic Report Building 201?"

"That's right." Chen Mo heaved a sigh of relief when Wen Lan agreed.

The school often has foreign professors who come to communicate. If my major is good at spoken English, I can solve it. If not, I can only borrow someone from the English department... In the past, they used Zhou Yang to help with their majors. Everyone is familiar with it, but Tomorrow Zhou Yang has a speech contest, and he has no time to come, so I introduced Wen Lan to him.

Chen Mo has heard of Wen Lan's name. After all, there are only a few national awards in the school... He is happy to have Wen Lan as an interpreter, but also worried that Wen Lan is not easy to get along with. Now that Wen Lan agrees Only then did his heart sink to the ground.

"I will arrange in advance that my junior will receive you at the door."

Wen Lan's tone was light: "Remember to find a good-looking one."

Chen Mo was silent for a moment, and agreed very unprincipled: "...Okay."

The next morning there was a light rain, the sky was dark and the air was humid.

Wen Lan set the alarm clock at 08:30, got up to wash up, and walked to the academic report building leisurely, 10 minutes before the lecture started.

He is always on time.

The young man standing at the entrance of the academic report building was tall and straight, with a good-looking face and handsome eyebrows and eyes.

Just seeing his expression was a little surprised, and then he seemed to think of something, and forced a smile on his expressionless face: "...Senior Wen Lan?"

Wen Lan hooked the corners of her lips in a good mood: "How do you pronounce the word air conditioner, junior."

Jiang Chaosheng: "...air...air..."

"airconditioner." Wen Lan walked towards the academic report building and chuckled, "It's the second time."

The young man's white shirt was tucked into his suit trousers, the folds were neat, and his hair was neatly combed. It was very formal attire.

But Jiang Chaosheng remembered the first time we met, he was stuttering in bad English for a long time, and the young man in pajamas casually said that the English of the air conditioner is airconditioner...

Jiang Chaosheng's ears turned red, and he followed him in big strides.