Chapter 4 - A “The Song of the Stormy Petrel” to Shock the Masses! (2/2)
Don't take the test?
Why should I not take the test?
Zhang Ye was already fed up. They had made it difficult for him so many times. Were they even done yet? You want an original poem in Russian? Sure! I'll create a poem today just for you! I don't know Russian? So what! Zhang Ye had never learned Russian, but that did not mean he didn't know Russian poems! Were these two sentences contradictory? It was completely not in conflict. Back in his college days, the broadcasting major teachers would create all sorts of difficult problems to train them. For example, Zhang Ye clearly remembered one from the second semester of his third year. Their vocal teacher had brought a Russian p.r.o.nunciation recording of a famous Russian prose to force Zhang Ye and company to memorize it. Zhang Ye and his cla.s.smates found it torturous and took a month before they memorized it. Those days were like a nightmare. But only after memorizing it did Zhang Ye understand his teacher's intentions. His speaking ability and memory had greatly increased. This way of memorizing something not through understanding the meaning behind the words, but directly through the words themselves was very taxing. It was likely that all those who came from the specialized cla.s.s had such a training experience.
”If you can't do it, let's get the next person.” Li Honglian began to chase him away as she flipped to the next resume.
Zhang Ye recalled his Year 3's basic skills and said, ”Is prose okay?”
”Prose?” Li Honglian was dumbfounded. You want to do prose? This was even harder than normal modern poems. Furthermore, it was a foreign language’s prose. To Li Honglian, this was on a completely different level of difficulty. She was the only person present who knew Russian. But when she encountered prose, Li Honglian would find it extremely difficult to read it, let alone compose a poem. This Little Zhang sure was good at raising the stakes. ”If you want to choose to do the harder prose, I will not stop you. As long as it's an original Russian poem, any theme would do.”
”Alright.” After he said that, Zhang Ye closed his eyes and stayed silent. He was adjusting his mood.
”Are you done?”
”Why aren't you beginning?”
”Forget it. You haven't even learned Russian. Come again next time for an interview.”
”Can you stop wasting our time? There are still others waiting behind you. Go back. Your qualifications are really lacking for a broadcasting host!”
After not getting a response for a long time, the interviewers became more impatient. They began nagging. None of them believed he could speak Russian. Wasn't this a joke!?
As they spoke with doubt and sarcasm, Zhang Ye sounded out from his diaphragm as his eyes opened. The first sentence he said left all the interviewers present gaping!
”Ah?”
”He really could speak it?”
”What language was that?”
Zhao Guozhou’s eyes glazed over as he looked back at Li Honglian, ”Old Li? This is?”
The other interviewers stared back at Director Li. They, too, knew that Director Li knew Russian.
But as they looked over, they saw Li Honglian's eyes staring larger than them. Without a word, everyone knew instantly!
What the f**k!
You can even speak Russian!?
Zhang Ye began speaking faster and faster. In his voice, it was mixed with pride and apathetic emotion. This was because this poem needed to be recited with such emotions!
Gorky's ”The Song of the Stormy Petrel”!
This was a Russian poem that everyone in his world knew. It was even in middle school textbooks. This poem was also precisely expressing the emotions Zhang Ye was feeling at the moment. He recited it with glee. The last sentence was especially nearly shouted out by him!
The poem was done!
Everyone turned silly!
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