Ye Beisheng stood still on the stage and the French original text appeared on the big screen.
Zhou Tianyu translated the tenth chapter while she translated the eleventh.
Whether it was in terms of difficulty, emotion, or all aspects, chapter 11 was more difficult than chapter 10. Therefore, Zhou Tianyu was certain that she would never be able to translate it successfully.
Ye Beisheng quietly scanned the screen for five seconds. Her eyes were calm as she looked down the stage. "We can start now."
Below the stage.
Zhou Tianyu looked at Ye Beisheng's figure and could not help but smile proudly.
His good friend frowned. "She could prepare for five minutes before the match, but she only used five seconds. Did she really think she is a genius?"
Zhou Tianyu pretended to be regretful. "Yeah, this student doesn't have the ability, but she's extremely arrogant. Kids nowadays are too impetuous."
