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Chen Ye tapped on the table.

"Get ready to start class."

These four words came out.

The glamorous celebrities in front of the camera instantly felt like they were back in their senior year of high school.

Chen Ye didn't hold back at all.

He took a long stride and pulled out the chair in the middle of the first row, sitting down directly.

Song Yuqi sat down next to him very naturally. With Chen Ye beside her, she was not flustered at all.

The people who come after them are a different story.

Qin Lan, speaking in a strained voice, backed away from the drafty elevator.

Xin Zhilei pushed the newcomer Zhao Zhaoyi forward.

Everyone was pushing and shoving behind them, wishing they could just disappear into the corner.

Nobody wants to sit in the front row.

If the teacher asks a question later, that would definitely be a famous scene of illiteracy in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chen Ye turned around and looked at the group of people, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey everyone, are you guys setting up battle formations here?"

Despite the pressure, Dilraba obediently sat down next to Song Yuqi.

As soon as Lu Han saw Dilraba sitting in front, her love-struck nature kicked in, and she plopped down in the empty seat next to Dilraba.

As the eldest sister, Qin Hailu couldn't bear the embarrassment, so she gritted her teeth and sat on the very edge of the first row.

The remaining five spots were used to fill the second row.

The two rows of students sat neatly in rows.

Chen Ye shook his head at the sight of this honest and unassuming display.

Everyone placed the name tags with scribbles that Chen Ye had just handed out on the corner of the table.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then started chattering again, all trying to guess what the nameplate said.

The female director who was filming in the back held up a sign.

Please note that when the teacher comes in, they will first check if you have the correct name tags.

Chen Ye crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance.

I waited for less than two minutes.

The doorknob turned, and the door was pushed open from the outside.

A man dressed in a traditional robe strode in.

All eyes in the room instantly turned to him.

The man was around forty years old, with a thick beard. The most striking thing about him was the pure white headscarf on his head, which was firmly secured with a black ring.

That outfit, that aura.

Chen Ye thought the person wasn't spraying perfume, but rather 95-octane gasoline.

The man walked to the front of the stage, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Hello everyone."

A clear and fluent Chinese voice rang out.

There were no awkward foreign accents; in fact, you could even hear a hint of the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei region.

The celebrities present were all stunned for a moment.

The man continued introducing himself.

"I am the cultural counselor at the Embassy of the Camel Kingdom in China. My Chinese name is Ameng."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all in Beijing."

Amon was very polite.

Upon seeing this attitude, Chen Ye immediately took the lead in opening the business.

He raised his hands and clapped vigorously.

"Welcome, Meng Ge!" Chen Ye shouted, perfectly setting the mood.

The leader spoke up.

The students, who were still in a daze, suddenly snapped out of their reverie and quickly joined in the clapping.

The classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause, and Hu Xianxu clapped until his hands were red.

Amon's smile widened.

He pressed his hands down, gesturing for everyone to sit down.

"No need to be so polite, everyone relax and make yourselves at home."

Amon walked out from behind the podium.

With his hands behind his back, like an examiner inspecting an exam hall, he began to check the name tags on the corners of the desks one by one.

The text on this is not something that most people can understand.

Amon originally thought that these celebrities would definitely pick up a few wrong items and make a fool of themselves.

He walked to the far left of the first row and glanced down at the cards on the table.

"You are Ms. Qin Hailu, right?"

Qin Hailu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

"It's me, Teacher Amon."

Amon raised an eyebrow in surprise, walked up to Lu Han, and glanced at the card.

"You are Mr. Lu Han."

Lu Han quickly sat up straight.

"Yes, yes, it's me."

Next up are Dilraba and Song Yuqi.

Amon looked over and couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

All correct.

None of them were taken incorrectly.

Finally, he stopped in front of Chen Ye's table.

Amon looked at the name tag, then at Chen Ye.

"Chen Ye, Mr. Chen." Amon smiled happily.

Chen Ye nodded, his tone amiable.

"Hello, Teacher Amon."

"I really love your songs." Amon gave a thumbs up. "Especially your recent all-English album, which is very popular in our country."

"Your musical talent is amazing."

Chen Ye felt secretly pleased.

"Thank you for the compliment. I just wrote it casually. I'm glad everyone likes it," Chen Ye said politely.

Wang Anyu, who was standing next to him, was stunned.

Listen.

You can top the charts globally with just a few casual posts.

Amon turned around and wandered around the second row again.

Qin Lan, Xin Zhilei, Wang Anyu, Hu Xianxu, Zhao Zhaoyi.

Ten name tags, perfectly matched to these ten people. Not a single one was wrong.

Amon returned to the podium, utterly puzzled.

"You guys are amazing! These name tags are written in our country's font, which is extremely difficult to read."

"How did you manage to find your names so accurately?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

All nine pairs of eyes were fixed on Chen Ye, who was sitting in the middle of the first row.

Qin Hailu spoke with a smile.

"Teacher Amon, this is not our achievement, it's all thanks to Ono. He just glanced at it and sorted out all our names."

Qin Hailu completely betrayed Chen Ye.

Amon's gaze fell back on Chen Ye.

"Mr. Chen?" Amon looked at the young superstar before him as if he were a monster. "You speak our language?"

Chen Ye spread his hands.

"I only know a little bit about it."

Ammon became interested and decided to test the mettle of this Chinese star.

He cleared his throat, and his tone changed abruptly.

A phrase from the Camel Kingdom, with its extremely complex pronunciation and heavy guttural sounds, burst from his mouth.

The other people in the classroom were completely dumbfounded, as if they were listening to gibberish.

Wang Anyu leaned close to Hu Xianxu's ear.

"Xiao Hu, did you understand?"

"What do I know!" Hu Xianxu shook his head. "What's the difference between this and an encrypted call?"

Everyone stared at Chen Ye, wanting to see how he would respond.

What Amon just said meant: "Hello Mr. Chen, it seems your trip will be very interesting with you here."

The voice just fell.

Chen Ye didn't even have time to pause and think; his lips moved slightly.

A passage of language, equally fluent and with a rhythmic intonation, flowed from his lips.

There was no stuttering.

"Hello, Mr. Amon, I'm also looking forward to it, and I hope this trip will be an unforgettable experience for me."

Chen Ye's pronunciation is incredibly authentic.

The unique retroflex and guttural sounds are handled extremely accurately, with no unintelligible accents.

Amon was stunned.

He looked at Chen Ye in disbelief.

This is far from just knowing a little bit! His pronunciation is even more authentic than that of a counselor!

"O God!"

Amon excitedly switched back to Chinese.

"Mr. Chen, your pronunciation is perfect! Did you grow up in our country? You have absolutely no accent!"

Chen Ye smiled.

"I've never been there. I watched a few of your movies when I was at home and became interested. I learned by myself by following the movie lines."

Amon, his face full of admiration, immediately pulled Chen Ye aside and had another long chat in Camel Language.

The two of them took turns talking.

Foreign languages ​​flew back and forth in the classroom.

The nine people next to them were completely dumbfounded.

Looking at the man beside her, Song Yuqi wondered how many of her husband's secrets she didn't know about.

"See that?" Wang Anyu said in a low voice, "That's Ye Ge's dominance! He can converse with people from the embassy in their native language after watching just a few movies."

"When we watch foreign movies, we're so focused on the subtitles that we miss the point!" Hu Xianxu nodded repeatedly.

After chatting for several minutes, Amon reluctantly stopped.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic." Amon tapped the blackboard.

He then briefly introduced how many years he had worked in China.

"Before I formally introduce our country, I want to test everyone's historical knowledge."

Amon, with his hands behind his back, scanned the ten big stars.

"As everyone knows, there was a very famous navigator in ancient China."

"He has led large fleets to our Camel Kingdom on many occasions for friendly exchanges."

Does anyone know the name of this great man?

The problem arose.

The entire classroom was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at each other, wide-eyed.

My desperate phobia of illiteracy has struck again.

Qin Hailu frantically tried to recall historical knowledge, his brows furrowing into a deep knot.

Qin Lan lowered her head and stared intently at the wood grain on the table.

Reba pinched her thigh, praying that the teacher wouldn't call her name.

Seeing the group of people's faces turning red and necks contorted with suppressed rage, Chen Ye spoke up directly.

"Zheng He".

Amon immediately pointed at Chen Ye.

"That's right! Absolutely correct!"

"That's Zheng He, the great navigator of the Ming Dynasty in China!"

The others breathed a sigh of relief.

Following up on this topic, Amon began gesturing on the blackboard.

From Zheng He's voyages to the Western Ocean to the later formal establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries.

"Did you know that beautiful buildings, convenient high-speed rail, and magnificent infrastructure projects are all thanks to the efforts of Chinese engineers?"

"To express our gratitude for this long-standing friendship, our country's education system now mandates that every student, starting from secondary school, must take two Chinese language classes per week."

Everyone looked surprised, even Lu Han, who was usually the most boisterous, behaved like a model student.

After explaining the background, Amon glanced at the watch on his wrist.

"Let's take a look at your upcoming schedule."

Amon walked to the multimedia equipment next to the podium.

"Our first stop is our capital, Lyad."

Amon picked up the remote control and pointed it at the large screen above the blackboard.

"Before you set off, I'll show you some videos about Lyad to prepare you mentally for the environment you're about to face."

Amon pressed the play button.

The large screen lit up instantly.