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Chapter 535 Revoking His Expert Certificate (Three Changes)

"Student Ye Xuan, at this point, you still don't give up. It's really naive to think of saving this embarrassing situation with a phone call."

Some students snorted a few times, expressing their dissatisfaction with Ye Xuan in their hearts.

"That's right! This guy, do you really think he's a genius? He's obviously a Chinese, but he insists on competing with a real Russian who has a higher level of Russian. Isn't this a self-inflicted humiliation? "

Some other students, with a few touches of contempt on their faces, sneered.

To them, no matter how powerful Ye Xuan is, it has nothing to do with them.But if they could see with their own eyes that Ye Xuan made a fool of himself, made a fool of himself, even suffered humiliation, and was severely slapped in the face, then they would be very happy.

This kind of person is very common in life, but he just can't see the good of others.

Ye Xuan turned a deaf ear to the dissatisfaction or ridicule shown by those students, and just made a phone call quietly.

The moment the number was dialed, the signal was sent from the island country, transmitted to a distant satellite, and then reached the territory of Russia.

Knorsky, who was in class, was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. His white hair seemed to be dyed with a layer of hoarfrost. On his wrinkled face, there were wrinkles like loess ravines. He squinted his eyes. Smiling, the smile is very kind and kind. His hunched body forced himself to stand upright, and the chalk in his hand slowly moved on the blackboard.

"Students, next, we are going to talk about an article, which comes from my teacher, Gorky."

Knowlsky is very old, almost 90 years old, already in his twilight years, a dying man, his gray-brown eyes have long lost the slightest charm, but when he speaks, he still speaks The look of being confident.

He coughed a few times, and picked up the book that was spread out on the podium, which happened to be Gorky's "Petrel".

Knoelsky was the best student of Gorky in his later years. He followed Gorky as an academic and studied some literary works.

Until 1936, when Gorky died, he, Knowlsky, was always by Gorky's side.

As the years passed, Knowlski was already very old, and he was only one step away from death. He thought about recruiting several students and passing on what he had learned all his life to the students.But then, he failed.Because, he was really disappointed.

The students he recruited were not very talented in the study of linguistics.For example, he once had a student named Telewski.

That was the worst student he ever had.

Even if the worst student had won a grand prize in Russia, it still wouldn't change. Televsky was the worst student of Knorsky.

Knowlsky has accepted several students, one became the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, one won the International Linguistics Gold Medal, and some stayed in Russia to compile books and make dictionaries for Russian Foundations of literature.Only, Televsky turned out to be only a Russian teacher.

Knowlski often thought, how could someone with such high vision recruit this poor student?

Yes, whenever and wherever, whenever Telewski is remembered, Knorski regrets it.After all, Telewski was pretty darn bad.

Knoelsky stared at the books placed on the desk with his gray-brown presbyopic eyes, and began to read "Petrel", a poem written by his teacher, Gorky.

But when he just said the first word, the personal mobile phone he always carried rang.

Knowlsky felt very strange. Few people knew his private mobile phone number, except for his children who are now serving as diplomats in Russia, no one should know it.Even the students he recruited only knew his office number.

With doubts in his heart, Knoelski took out his mobile phone from his pocket and pressed the connect button.

"Hello."

Knowlski coughed a few times, obviously not in good health, and asked.

"Hello there!"

Ye Xuan said quickly.

Ye Xuan, who was far away in the island country, couldn't help but be surprised that the phone number that the old man left him a few years ago can still be reached.

The other students around Ye Xuan showed sarcasm, and laughed: "Look at this guy, he pretends to be real on the phone. When he gets slapped in the face, he will show up in embarrassment , like a grandson."

Telewski, who was standing on the podium, sneered a few more contemptuously.In this huge island country, with regard to the knowledge of the Russian language, he, Televsky, is the real authority.He said that Ye Xuan's Russian proficiency is very average, so Ye Xuan's Russian proficiency is very average.This is the power of authority!
Suzuki Hezi listened carefully to Ye Xuan's phone call with a nervous expression.

At this time, a smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face, and he said with a smile in very standard Russian: "My old friend, I am Ye Xuan, do you still remember me?"

In Russia, when Knoelsky heard the word "Ye Xuan", he was taken aback for a moment, and then a few traces of shock and surprise appeared on his wrinkled face.

He widened his eyes, with an expression of unbelievable panic, and said in a deep voice: "My old friend, I really have waited for your call, and all the flowers I have been waiting for are gone."

I have to say that Knorsky is also very professional in the study of Chinese.This can be seen just because he can speak to Ye Xuan in very popular Chinese.

"Haha, my old friend, I left your mobile phone number when we left a few years ago. I thought you would change your mobile phone number in the past few years!"

Ye Xuan chuckled a few times, acting calmly as if chatting with an old friend.

"How could it be! This number has been with me for many years and has a deep relationship with me. I won't change it easily."

Knorsky smiled and explained quickly.

But at this time, Taylorevsky, who was standing on the podium, saw Ye Xuan chatting and laughing on the phone, his expression turned cold, and he sternly reprimanded: "Student, I have given you enough time. Could it be, Do you want to keep pestering me? You have no evidence at all to prove that your Russian pronunciation is of a very high level. A little bastard from China! What rubbish!"

"Uh... I'll prove it right away."

Ye Xuan smiled helplessly, and asked Knoelsky on the phone for help: "My old friend, you heard it too. I am in a little trouble now. There is a guy who claims to be an expert in Russian, and he insists on my Russian pronunciation." Incorrect. Please explain it to me!"

"Haha, my old friend, if you can't pronounce your Russian correctly. Then I think everyone in Russia will speak nondescript Russian."

Knorsky couldn't help laughing and said.

As early as a few years ago, when Knorsky and Ye Xuan met, he wanted to accept Ye Xuan as his apprentice, but Ye Xuan refused to agree.

If Ye Xuan had agreed to be his student at the beginning, Knowlski would be regarded as his successor now.

After all, Knoelsky is very aware of Ye Xuan's talent in language, even compared to his teacher, Mr. Gorky, I'm afraid it is not inferior.

"Okay. My old friend, I will help you solve the problem. But first you have to tell me, what is the name of that very unorthodox Russian expert you speak of? I want to see where it is. How could a low-level expert dare to make such an irresponsible evaluation of you. I want to revoke his expert certificate!"

Knorsky chuckled a few times and said seriously.

You know, in terms of Russian proficiency alone, Knorsky can be said to be a veteran figure at the originator level in Russia.

After all, Knorsky was a student of Gorky, the founder of modern Russian language, and a master of Russian literature.

"His name is Televsky, you Russians, and he won some first prize... Do you know him?"

Ye Xuan asked with a puzzled look on his face.

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