Qin Liu looked very sensible and honest, like a bunny.
Xie Qiao copied her. She held her head slightly low and looked respectful.
"The final examination is coming, so many students are copying books. There are only these genres to be copied now." The teacher took out a piece of paper with the genres.
Qin Liu looked troubled. "Bad news, Sister Xie. Look at these. They're not easy…"
"What are these?" Xie Qiao was rather surprised.
"Foreign text, no? Look at this one. It should be from Zhoulai. This is from Chouyou, this is from Dongye, and this is the Nanman people's text. They're difficult!"
Difficult?
Xie Qiao pursed her lips.
"How many silver beans… to translate this?" asked Xie Qiao.
The teacher stopped reading after hearing that, lifted his head, and looked at her. It was uncertain whether he was smiling. "Five silver beans per page."
Xie Qiao frowned. "Didn't you say that translating these is lucrative?"
