Chapter 608

Looking back, I saw Ye Xuan, who had not spoken until now, stand up.

A touch of joy dyed the Peking University President's face.

As long as Ye Xuan makes a move, it will definitely be invincible in the world in minutes!

With blind confidence in Ye Xuan, the Peking University President had already bowed his waist and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up another marker and handed it over.

And Professor Wang, who was standing in front of the whiteboard, had already wiped his original handwriting, clearing a place for Ye Xuan.

At this moment, seeing Ye Xuan walk to the whiteboard, Sofort, the head of the exchange delegation sitting in the first seat, had already pursed his mouth into a line, and his two eyes were even more intently probing over.

Clearly, he cared extremely about Ye Xuan's movements.

And the white foreigner on the opposite side couldn't help but show a cautious look.

After all, this is Ye Xuan who won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

It's just that, thinking of his accumulation in Chinese culture for so many years, the white foreigner was equally confident in his strength.

He didn't believe that there was anything that couldn't be read out with Pinyin!

Under the gaze of the whole audience, Ye Xuan picked up the marker, as if he didn't even need to think, and wrote freely.

After a while, such a line of words appeared on the whiteboard.

【tantantantantan，

tantantantantan。

tantantantantan,

tantantantantan。】

After writing the last word, Ye Xuan slowly turned around and asked slowly.

"Can everyone understand what this sentence means?"

As the voice fell, the whole audience was quiet.

Everyone stared at the sentence in front of them and was dumbfounded.

In one sentence, twenty identical "tan"s actually appeared!

Professor Wang, who was closest to the whiteboard, couldn't help but take off the black-rimmed glasses on his nose and wipe the lenses seriously.

Just looking at it like this, even he didn't react to what it meant.

When he put on his glasses again and read this line of words five or six times, Professor Wang couldn't help but look straight at Ye Xuan.

The straight gaze was almost asking, Mr. Ye, does this sentence really have an answer?!

At this moment, the reaction of the Peking University President and the professors was exactly the same.

Some looked at this line of words over and over again, only feeling that their brains were dizzy, and still didn't think of an answer.

Some only felt that their brains were occupied by the only "tan" that was repeated n times, but couldn't even read the tone of the first word.

Some even opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths throughout the whole process, living out what is called dumbfounded!

After spending a while digesting this sentence, the discussion sound of the crowd followed.

"Tan? Tan? Tan? What should the first word be?!"

"This difficulty is much greater than Old Wang's just now!"

"Yeah, Old Wang's just now can be called a word game, but now the twenty words that Mr. Ye came up with are completely the same pronunciation!"

"This stumped us, how can these foreigners answer it?!"