"Come in."
Jiang Cheng pushed the door open and entered to find three people inside.
Teacher Lü, Principal Wang, and a young man with a square face whom she didn’t recognize.
Teacher Lü, who didn’t look well, seemed to relax a bit upon seeing Jiang Cheng.
"Right on time, let’s have our lesson here."
"Alright, teacher."
After greeting Principal Wang, Jiang Cheng sat opposite Teacher Lü, calm and focused, ready for the lesson.
The young man with the square face kept casting an unconvinced look.
"Speak out and you can get out."
Teacher Lü’s single sentence made the young man swallow his words, sitting there in stifled silence.
Principal Wang wanted to smooth things over but was too intimidated by a look from Teacher Lü to speak up.
After hearing about Jiang Cheng yesterday, he had been very curious and somewhat expectant.
Teacher Lü had always hoped to nurture a talented translator to contribute to the country’s current difficult situation.
But could Jiang Cheng really do it?
He had never seen a student smarter than Zhao Chengde.
Principal Wang glanced at Zhao Chengde, who was sitting uneasily, his emotions written all over his face.
Putting aside linguistic talent, compared to Jiang Cheng, Zhao Chengde’s temperament was really lacking.
The class began.
Principal Wang found himself getting sleepy.
Who teaches a class just by reading the text?
Then again, it seemed to include pronunciation techniques and phonetic methods.
But wasn’t the pace too fast?
Could reading through so quickly be effective?
Or had Teacher Lü’s teaching skills regressed?
From 5:10 to 6:50, Teacher Lü finally stopped.
"Jiang Cheng, page thirty-seven of the book."
Jiang Cheng immediately understood, her moment to shine had arrived!!
She stood up with a start, jolting the drowsy Principal Wang awake.
"No fighting!"
"###&&&&####..."
Jiang Cheng started speaking in Russian with standard and fluent pronunciation.
A fleeting smile appeared on Teacher Lü’s face, this unspoken understanding was indeed pleasing.
Placing the textbook on the desk, Teacher Lü said, with an air of confidence, "Pick any page yourself, whatever you pick, Jiang Cheng can do it."
"Oh—by the way, this is only her second Russian class, she couldn’t say a word before."
Reclining in his chair, Teacher Lü felt as refreshingly satisfied as eating a cold watermelon on a hot summer day.
He somewhat understood why Jiang Cheng felt the need to boast.
Jiang Cheng, the model student, sped up and finished the contents of page thirty-seven.
She feigned a look at her wrist.
"Still six minutes left."
"Jiang Cheng, there’s no watch on your wrist."
Jiang Cheng turned her head, facing the big boss of night school with friendliness.
"Principal Wang, time is in my heart."
Principal Wang: "...."
"Page forty-three."
Zhao Chengde clenched the book, staring intently, while Jiang Cheng started without wasting a second.
All correct!
Again, all correct!
"Page twenty-three."
"Sorry, it’s time for me to go to class."
Jiang Cheng picked up her bag and bent to thank Teacher Lü.
"Teacher Lü, I’ll come again tomorrow."
"Still a bit lacking, even Principal Wang fell asleep listening to it."
"The teacher is right, I’ll keep working hard."
Principal Wang: "Teacher Lü, I’m right here."
"So what?"
With a single counter-question from Teacher Lü, Principal Wang chuckled, "I’m just here for presence."
Jiang Cheng chuckled inwardly and went back to class just in time.
In the office, Principal Wang asked anxiously:
"Teacher Lü, could it be that Jiang Cheng had memorized it in advance?"

The two shared a conversation, and the geography teacher frowned: "Why do you only have three sheets!"
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