Tang Juan read a paragraph in Chinese, then asked Luo Qingli to translate it into English for her.
Perhaps the Luo Qingli of the past wouldn't be able to do it, but the Luo Qingli of now could stammer it out in less than standard English.
Tang Juan didn't expect Luo Qingli to actually manage to translate, and although it wasn't fluent, it was at least done.
Seeing that Luo Qingli hadn't embarrassed herself, Tang Juan felt slightly displeased.
However, she put on a feigned smile. "Hmm! Although this student's grammar is a bit problematic, it's not too bad. In that case, let's have this student tell us about her dream! In English."
Luo Qingli wanted to lose her temper, but she held back. She figured that Tang Juan wanted to see her erupt, just so she had an excuse to punish her.
"Ihaveadream, Issimple, easylife." (I have a dream, it's simple, an easy life.)
Luo Qingli used the simplest words to express her dream. Of course, this was just to placate Tang Juan.
