Chapter 682


    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.


    Thetter was not paying much attention to her. Trisha acted casually, and they strode toward the


    lecture hall.


    At the lecturers’ block, Wendy was sweating profusely as she stared at the pile of lesson ns before


    her.


    Initially, she thought that it was a piece of cake to trante the lesson ns. 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 toplete tranting one lesson. She


    could barely do it, and the trantion was amateurish.


    While Professor Harlem was engaged in heated discussions with the advanced mathematics lecturers,


    Wendy’s body became stiff, as if she had fallen into an icy abyss.


    This was because she realized that she could not trante the second lecture.


    If only there are internationally used punctuations on the pages to act as guidelines while tranting


    the contents… There’s none on this one! It’s filled with broken Chanaean. How am I going to even


    trante them all?


    Sweat rolled down her cheekbone and onto the keyboard.


    For a moment, she was unsure if it was herck of ability in doing this or the lesson n was too


    challenging for her.


    It was undoubtedly a mission impossible for her to doubt herself. Hence, the lesson n was the main


    problem.


    Between Arielle and I, neither of us could perfectly trante the documents. After all, it’s not a


    trantion for casual daily conversations. It’s advanced mathematics lesson ns we’re talking about!


    Professor Sleight and Mr. Baxter have overestimated us.


    Suddenly, a lecturer with a cup in her hand came over to check on Wendy’s progress. “How’s the


    trantion working along?”


    Subconsciously, Wendy turned while blocking herptop screen with her body. She stered a smile


    on her face and replied, “I’m still doing it albeit a bit slow.”


    “That’s fine.” The lecturer added, “uracy 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 weekend. No worries, I’ve informed Mr.


    Baxter and the rest of them.”


    Upon hearing that, an idea dawned on Wendy. She stood up instantly. “May I continue my work at the


    library? I can concentrate more over there.”


    “Of course. It’s not a ssified one, anyway. Come with me and 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. Theirnguage skills are above average.”


    Wendy shook her head. “I can do it, Professor Harlem. This is a great opportunity for upskilling. I want


    to aplish 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. I n to do some


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    sightseeing. I heard that there are countless of delicious delicacies in Chanaea. I wish to try them all.”


    “Oh, I know all the good ces for food. Once I’m done tranting, I can be your tour guide,” Wendy


    offered.