Xia Zhu's words once again drew puzzled looks from everyone—what else did Miss Xia, the beauty teacher, wonder about?
Ye Hao gave Xia Zhu a look that said, 'I understand you.' Seeing that, Xia Zhu also grasped Ye Hao's meaning. Although she felt a bit embarrassed, she really couldn't teach the English written on the blackboard to the students. Instead of erasing it, it was better to let Ye Hao explain it to them.
Even if Ye Hao's explanation wasn't professional, she could still understand some of it while listening on the side, and later, she could incorporate some of that knowledge into the lessons.
"Ye Hao, I want to ask you, did you graduate from Harvard and come back to experience life again?" Xia Zhu wanted to ask Ye Hao to instruct the students but felt shy about asking directly.
So she planned to chat with Ye Hao indirectly for a bit, then have him introduce the latest international common language to everyone when the timing was right.
