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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.
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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 becstiff,
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 | 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.
It was undoubtedly a mission impossible for her to doubt herself. Hence, the lesson plan was the main problem.
Between Arielle and |, neither of us could perfectly translate the documents. After all, it’s not a translation for casual daily
conversations. It's advanced mathematics lesson plans we're talking about! Professor Sleight and Mr. Baxter have overestimated
us.
Suddenly, a lecturer with a cup in her hand cover to check on Wendy's progress. “How's the translation work coming along?”
Subconsciously, Wendy turned while blocking her laptop screen with her body. She plastered a smile on her face and replied, “I'm
still doing it albeit a bit slow.”
“That's fine.” The lecturer added, “Accuracy is more important than speed. Prof. Harlem is going to be here for two days. So, you
have two days to finish the task. You can make an appointed with the respective lecturers to revisit the lessons missed over the
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Upon hearing that, an idea dawned on Wendy. She stood up instantly. “May | continue my work at the library? | can concentrate
more over there.”
“Of course. It's not a classified one, anyway. Cwithand let Prof. Harlem know.”
“All right, thank you so much.” Wendy followed the lecturer obediently.
Professor Harlem did not have an opinion about Wendy's request. “Just do your best. If you're stuck, do consult the Ustranasion
lecturers on campus. Their language skills are above average.”
Wendy shook her head. “I can do it, Professor Harlem. This is a great opportunity for upskilling. | want to accomplish it on my own.
When I'm done, I'll let the lecturers proofread my work.”
Professor Harlem was impressed by Wendy's learning attitude. “Go ahead then. | plan to do ssightseeing. | heard that there
are countless of delicious delicacies in Chanaea. | wish to try them all.”
“Oh, | know all the good places for food. Once I'm done translating, | can be your tour guide,” Wendy offered.
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