The professor′s classroom manner was quite__________，never revealing the warmth andplayfulness she showed in private.A.livelyB.amiableC.formalD.cheerful
The professor′s classroom manner was quite__________，never revealing the warmth andplayfulness she showed in private.
A.lively
B.amiable
C.formal
D.cheerful
B.amiable
C.formal
D.cheerful
参考解析
解析：考查形容词辨析。句意为“教授的授课风格非常，从没有呈现出她私下所表现的那种亲切和随和”。lively“活泼的，生动的”，amiable“和蔼可亲的，亲切的”，formal“正式的”，cheerful“快乐的；愉快的；高兴的”。根据句意，教授在课上从来没有表现出她私下的亲切和随和，可推知她的授课风格是非常正式的。故选C。
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