Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang clapped her hands politely and congratulated her with a graceful demeanor.

   "Next, please play the recording of our Huaxia player Su Haitang."

   Autumn dutifully hosted the show and gave Su Haitang a comforting and encouraging look.

  Su Haitang smiled and waited quietly for the result.

   The ten minutes of English interpreting in front of it, like a clear spring in the forest, unwittingly relaxed the nerves of everyone present.

   "My sister speaks good English!" Jian Ruyi clenched her fists, her eyes were fascinated, and she whispered excitedly to her aunt beside her.

   Yan Fangqiong patted her niece's hand, the wet and cold touch made Jian Ruyi return to her senses, she hurriedly shook it back, and cheered her nervous aunt.

   The front row was a seat for relatives and friends. All the friends and relatives of the Yan family of the He family who had nothing to do came over to support Su Haitang.

  Su Delan was standing there, next to his silver-haired mother-in-law Xia Lingzhi, and two juniors of the Cheng family, Cheng Yuanzheng's younger brother Cheng Yuanhang, and his cousin Cheng Qianbi.

   "Come on, sister-in-law, you must win!"

  Cheng Qianbi clasped her hands tightly and prayed softly.

  Cheng Yuanhang's eyes were dark blue, obviously lack of sleep. He glanced at his cousin, pursed his chapped lips, and said nothing.

   These movements under the stage were not very big, and they did not disturb the process on stage. Soon, the quick translation of Su Haitang's 20 minutes later began to be played.

   "Fuck! The speed of the speech is unbelievable! Is it French? I can hear it!"

   "It's Italian!"

   "Smecta on the stick!"

   "Arab!"

   "Spanish!"

   "What is this? Kind of like Russian?"

   "Yes, it's Russian!"

   "Come here, Sawadhika! Thai!"

"Germany!"

   "Saharan, a smell of sand!"

   "Malay's Malay!"

"gross profit!"

   "Mongolia!"

   "Persia!"

   "What the **** are you all doing? You know everything!"

   "Stop it, this Bengal tiger! No, Bengali!"

"Swedish!"

   "Welcome to the Czech Republic!"

   "Oh my lovely home Norway!"

   "Greek! How are you, Mom and Dad?"

   "Myanmar! Please contact me if you need rubies!"

   "Hebrew is also available?! Girl, you're masculine!"

   "Estonian student identification: very standard and authentic!"

   "Finally it's my turn to Finland! Come on, Miss!"

   "Hire a Hungarian tour guide! Generous pay! Generous!"

  …

  The grand occasion was unprecedented, and it almost turned into a world exposition where everyone gathered together.

  Su Haitang greeted with greetings from various countries, which made Zhu Keyi's eyes shine!

do not care! Gotta get people back! Minister, yes, please speak to the Minister, insurance!

  Su Junyue and other three Chinese judges smiled and felt contented.

   On the other hand, the Neon Ambassador's face was very reluctant, and he could finally maintain his basic demeanor; the translators were all dumbfounded, with their mouths open with a stupid look, almost drooling.

   Lingyuan Keiko's face was so gloomy that water was dripping out, and the tassel pendant on the fan in his hand was broken several times.

   Twenty minutes passed, the recording was finished, and the craze under the stage continued for a long time.

   "It's amazing! No wonder you dare to come out to the competition, this ability, this speed of speech, I'm satisfied!"

   "If you don't have diamonds, don't do porcelain work. If you can live on TV, how can there be a bear?"

   "It's so fun! Go back and record this, listen to it when you're tired and lazy! They are so young and so good, can we still pretend to be dead?"

"That's right, record it! It's usually used to educate children. What's her name? Su Haitang, right? I decided to call my child, as well as my relatives' children, to use her as an idol, rather than chasing stars and spending money! "