Xu Lei had black lines all over his face. Every single time Yan Qing Shan was able to retort in whatever language he used. She seemed to be as well-versed as he is in languages. At this rate, he could only count that this loss was already inevitable.
He sighed as he spoke resignedly in the last language he knew.
"It looks like you'll be winning again, Miss Yan. My confidence has all but crumbled."
Xu Lei said in English with his tone dreadfully sullen. Yan Qing Shan gave him a small smile in return and replied in a crisp British accented English.
"Being fluent in 15 major languages is already a feat on its own, Mr. Xu. No need to be so glum about it. It's my mistake for not informing you that I am well-versed in 22."
She said indifferently. Xu Lei went slackjawed. If he was a master linguist, Yan Qing Shan was a damn polyglot. He practically dug his own grave challenging her in languages.
