Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

"agree."

Ling Yuan Huizi's red lips lightly opened, proudly spit out the two words.

The two sides reached an agreement and went to the left and right on the stage respectively, waiting for the judges to file in.

"Hello, teachers, judges, these two are our contestants for today's competition. Please designate a translation material for the judges and hand it over to the two contestants for instant translation, and the competition will begin immediately."

The hostess has a rare and precious surname. The last name is Qiu Mingtian. The pillar of the Imperial Capital Terrace, which was founded last year, has a stable and generous hosting style, extremely high exposure rate, and good popularity among the masses.

The main judge, Su Junyue, did his part and leaned in front of the microphone to announce clearly and slowly: "The translation material was selected as the Youth Singing Contest broadcasted on the Imperial TV Station yesterday. Ten minutes of content will be intercepted."

"As for which paragraph it is, you are holding lots on the spot."

Fair enough!

Su Haitang gave this family a thumbs up secretly.

In this competition, the superiors really made a lot of money, and even Qiu, Su Junyue, Bai Yu and others have invited them over!

Needless to say in autumn, the imperial capital station is famous; Su Junyue is amazing, the president of the Imperial Capital University! Bai Hu is a famous Peking Opera master, known as Bai Boss.

There are also Xing Jiage, a famous sports commentator, Zhu Keyi, a young and promising Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Koji Harada, the ambassador of the Neon Embassy in China.

Principal Su made four pieces of paper on the spot, indicating the four-line numbers from one to ten, and eleven to twenty. After being displayed in public, they were grouped into irregularly shaped **** and placed in the palms of their hands. After getting off, it was passed to Harada Kozo next to him, motioning him to shake it too.

"You two, stand back to back. I count one, two, three, and compare the numbers with my hands. Whoever is closest to the number I compare at the same time will go to the lottery."

People in the city really know how to play!

Su Haitang turned around as he said, and his admiration for the family of the same surname rose by three points.

However, she really didn't care about this chance of lottery. Everyone was in full view, and which one of the random draws depended on luck, no difference.

"One, two, three! To count."

Su Junyue calmly reported the result.

"Okay, the result is clear at a glance. Contestant Keiko Ling Yuan won the lottery. Come on."

Ling Yuan Keiko put down her arm and turned around, the artificial sweet smile on her face could hardly be maintained.

She also admired the name of this Principal Su for a long time, but she did not expect that Principal Su, who is known for his elegance and erudition, would have such an amazing aura, which made her a little embarrassed.

Ling Yuan Huizi gritted her teeth and took out the results of more than ten years of teaching by her etiquette teacher, striving for perfection step by step.

She will not be defeated by a bad old man!

"Princess, please."

Harada stood up and bowed respectfully, holding his hands above his head, holding four ridiculous paper balls, and presented them to her.

Ling Yuan Keiko seemed to be arrogant, moving her slender jade fingers back and forth. After circling three times, she gracefully and solemnly picked up a ball of paper, turned her wrists leisurely, put out her orchid hand, and handed it to the white horse on the other side.

Bai Zhu lightly slapped it, and naturally picked up the orchid and took it with her fingers. The movement of clouds and flowing water is so beautiful, how can the Dong Shi behaved like Ling Yuan Keiko?

The boy skills trained by Baizhu are not trivial. The eyes, figure, and other tasks go deep into the bones. Even if you don't dress up, you can defeat the princess of the Kingdom of Japan as a man.

Bai Yu ignored Ling Yuan Keiko's ugly face, unfolded the paper ball and said, "Twenty-first to thirty minutes."

The voice is pleasant, and the male voice still has a touching charm.

Ling Yuan Keiko is more and more rigid and contrived, like fish eyes and pearls!

There was a wave of applause, and the audience who had been watching quietly in the audience suffocated their hands and clapped their hands vigorously!

But all the blows seemed to hit Ling Yuan Huizi's face.