"After a while, the shark just died," Lin Feng spread his hands, ending the story with one sentence!
"What? Just like that, how could the shark die?" Ye Xiaoyu was a bit anxious.
"Actually, sharks aren't that frightening. Their fatal weakness is in their gills. If you could stir a dagger around in their gills a few times, they would suffocate and die. Do you understand?" Lin Feng finished in French, looked at everyone as if he were a teacher telling his students, "Class, one plus one equals two, it's that simple..."
"Wow, Teacher, you're so amazing," a female student said, looking at Lin Feng with admiration. Lin Feng had just described the situation so vividly and realistically, and the mix of French and Chinese had drawn many into the story.
"Teacher, you're so amazing..."
"A bunch of brainless fools."
"Ah, women."
"If anyone believes this, next time I'll tell the story of my fight with the dinosaurs."
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More female students believed it, of course, but there were also some, like Mao Rongrong, who were frowning, thinking Lin Feng spoke good French, but did not find the story plausible.
As for the male students, their first thought was disbelief; how could a man fight a shark?
Hmm? Could he really have hunted a shark?
Outside the door, Leng Mei was slightly moved because she felt no trace of falsehood in Lin Feng's words, which gave a very calm impression, not as absurd or laughable as those told by others, as if he had really experienced those events.
At this moment, Leng Mei was different from the other students; she was still calmly standing by, observing the situation.
But it was because she was calm in her observation that she felt all the more astonished.
A flicker of doubt crossed Dean Leng's mind. Could he really have had such an experience? But what era was it? How could it be that a person was stranded on an island for five years? If there was an accident, wouldn't they have been found much earlier? It just didn't make sense...
How could one person kill a shark? Who would believe such a story if it were told?
Leng Mei took another careful, surreptitious look at Lin Feng, trying to find a hint of jest that might give him away, only to sadly realize that Lin Feng's words had no psychological fluctuation, and his face bore no expression, as if he was indifferent to everything. It seemed as if hunting the shark was indeed something he had done, and it had been an easy task for him.
As if stating an ordinary fact of life.
My God.
Could he really have hunted a fearsome shark? Dean Leng's eyes stared in surprise at Lin Feng, her mind stunned by his story...
Of course, there were those like Ye Xiaoyu who didn't consider the authenticity at all. After hearing one story, she was still hungry for more. Xiaoyu blinked her eyes cutely at Lin Feng and asked in French, "Any other thrilling stories?"
"Does being chased by an assassin count?" Lin Feng nodded and countered in French to Ye Xiaoyu.
"Tell me, please, Teacher Lin, do tell," Ye Xiaoyu urged eagerly in French, anxious to hear the story.
"There was a storm at sea those days. Usually, when there was a storm, I had to go to the beach to look around, hoping to find some shipwrecks and possibly some useful stuff. You know, there's nothing on the island, so everything depended on me. Even the computer that I used to learn French was found in a shipwreck."
"Later, I saw a new boat drifting onto the beach. I climbed aboard to see what I could find, and unexpectedly there was a living person, a foreigner with a knife, coming at me. I had no choice but to dodge desperately, running for my life..." Lin Feng's modulating French was full of magnetism, gripping the hearts of his classmates tightly. Everyone was now on edge, their eyes glued to Lin Feng.
"What happened next? Tell us," a student couldn't help but urge in French.
This time, the event was more detailed, and Lin Feng began to narrate, because these were experiences he had lived through, and Lin Feng described them very clearly, knowing which points would excite everyone.
The combination of French and Mandarin gradually drew people in, and even those who were originally very resistant were now listening with bated breath, their blood boiling.
Hmm? He was also chased by someone? Could such a thing be true?
Dean Leng was secretly shocked, but now the biggest question was why others had accidents on that island, while only Lin Feng had managed to survive quite well there, with everyone else dead?
If what he said was true, then his island life was too rich—hunting sharks, being chased by someone, all within five years in such an environment, would drive a normal person insane.
Dean Leng thought, if it were her, she certainly couldn't do it. Not to mention doing it, it was unimaginable how one could survive in such a life.
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But it felt like Lin Feng's account wasn't that empty or fake; if it was true, how did he achieve it?
After narrating a tense and thrilling chase story, Lin Feng began to shift the topic.
"Of course, island life has many interesting things too, like teasing crabs out of boredom to see how many it would take to move a bottle. Diving for giant shells, then boiling salt on the island; feeling for shellfish on the beach only to get pinched by a crab..."
The students below weren't interrupting, just covering their mouths non-stop because Lin Feng's French was so amusing that they could hardly help but laugh.
As time slowly passed, everyone listened more and more intently, more and more astonished. They were amazed by Teacher Lin's French, which had reached a degree of spontaneity, allowing him to express himself without any need to think.
Even translating wouldn't be possible. People who had felt aversion to Lin Feng now had none left, replaced entirely with admiration for his young age and his proficiency in French.
Meanwhile, Leng Mei had been listening from the outside, and the more she listened, the more she believed Lin Feng's stories were true. Without such experiences, one couldn't talk about these things so smoothly, without a single pause, fluently, even when people speak of their own affairs there are moments they pause, yet Lin Feng never halted once while recounting his tales.
If he hadn't lived through these events, if he didn't have such profound memories but was able to tell these detailed stories so masterfully, then he truly could become a world-class author.
What did this signify? Leng Mei pondered and saw only two possibilities: one was that Lin Feng was always joking about this matter, his fabricated stories at his fingertips, effortlessly recounted as if reciting a text, hence his fluency.
The other possibility was that all of it was true, Lin Feng was merely casually narrating his own inconsequential stories in his view, simply told without concern.
If it were the first, that would be more acceptable to everyone. But he couldn't have known he would be teaching today, would he also speak these words to others ordinarily?
Yet if the latter were true, then it would truly be earth-shattering. In fact, even the first possibility was already shocking enough. Others might not know, but Leng Mei had truly experienced Lin Feng's linguistic prowess; she gazed at him, wondering what experiences had created the phenomenon that he was now?
At this moment in the classroom, Ye Xiaoyu also suddenly identified a problem—Sister Rongrong, who rarely paid close attention to other men, was now staring fixedly at Lin Feng.
Ye Xiaoyu leaned close to Mao Rongrong's ear and whispered softly, "Sister Rongrong, you're watching so intently. Teacher Lin is quite charming, huh? Be careful or you'll get so drawn in that you won't be able to pull yourself away."
Mao Rongrong, startled by Ye Xiaoyu's sudden voice, patted her chest then retorted, "You little rascal, what nonsense are you spouting? Keep it up, and I'll pull out your tongue."
"Why so fierce? But just now, you really looked like one of those lovesick girls on TV...," Ye Xiaoyu murmured back defiantly.
"Lovesick nothing. Wait until we get back to the dorm; see how I'll deal with you..." Mao Rongrong was rendered speechless by Ye Xiaoyu's antics, but she was used to the girl's nature and merely found herself more talkative today than usual.
After saying that, Mao Rongrong thought to herself that she had simply been captivated by the story, that's all...
Listening to Lin Feng's story, one person felt even greater emotion.
That was Li Yong, who increasingly sensed that something was amiss, feeling inside that Lin Feng's stories might indeed be true.
This could explain why he was so easily pushed back to his seat by Teacher Lin earlier—no one understood that moment better than he did.
My god, just who is this young Teacher Lin? How could someone so young have such terrifying skills? Remembering the incident, Li Yong felt deeply uneasy all over.
But if it was true, it was incomprehensible, unbelievable...
Unknowingly, a two-hour lecture passed by, and it was only when the class-ending bell rang that everyone felt how quickly time had flown because most were still eager to hear more of the story.
While everyone else considered it just a story, Leng Mei, who had been standing calmly outside listening, had been reflecting on the matter all along.
The more she thought, the more shocked Leng Mei felt because she knew just Lin Feng's demonstrated multi-lingual mastery was already astonishing. If he truly had other skills, it would drive people mad.
If it was as he had claimed, then...
Although the students in the classroom hadn't thought so much about it, a large group of them surrounded Lin Feng as they left the Language Institute Building, admiring their young Teacher Lin so much they couldn't admire him enough. For all, it was the first time they felt excitement rather than exhaustion after a class, a surprising and delightful state for them.
A crowd ensconced Lin Feng tightly, escorting him out of the Language Institute Building, ceaselessly bombarding him with various questions. Such an event seemed unprecedented... From beginning to end, all attention was on Lin Feng, with no one noticing their Dean Leng standing not far away.
Leng Mei was rarely ignored like this, and truth be told... the feeling was somewhat sour and uncomfortable. But what shocked her even more was Lin Feng's performance.
She had originally intended for Lin Feng to just read from a textbook, but now he had far exceeded her expectations, completing the task she had assigned. As everyone else dispersed, Leng Mei stood alone at the door, with the image of Lin Feng teaching vividly occupying her thoughts.
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