Chapter 682
In Chanaea, people did not know much about mental health, and often had a misconception that those who consulted a psychologist must be crazy.
When Trisha was brought by her parents to see one, she dared not tell anyone about it, fearing that people would view her differently.
Perhaps, that’s what Arielle feels like right now.
At that thought, Trisha decided not to pursue the matter further. When they got off the cab, she pretended like nothing had happened, and she continued discussing academics with Arielle.
The latter was not paying much attention to her. Trisha acted casually, and they strode toward the lecture hall.
At the lecturers’ block, Wendy was sweating profusely as she stared at the pile of lesson plans before her.
Initially, she thought that it was a piece of cake to translate the lesson plans. Therefore, she volunteered to do it on behalf of the advanced mathematics lecturers.
Who would have known that it took her more than an hour just to complete translating one lesson. She could barely do it, and the translation was amateurish.
While Professor Harlem was engaged in heated discussions with the advanced mathematics lecturers, Wendy’s body became stiff, as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.
This was because she realized that she could not translate the second lecture.
If only there are internationally used punctuations on the pages to act as guidelines while translating the contents… There’s none on this one! It’s filled with broken Chanaean. How am I going to even translate them all?
Sweat rolled down her cheekbone and onto the keyboard.
For a moment, she was unsure if it was her lack of ability in doing this or the lesson plan was too challenging for her.
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