Plagued by bad reviews, but the top actress!-Chapter 787 Hepburn’s Chinese Proficiency

The master leads you to the door; the practice is up to the individual.

She couldn’t possibly handhold them through everything—doing so would be too exhausting and not conducive to their development.

Traditional Chinese medicine is vast and profound, requiring them to integrate and understand fully.

Xiang Chu nodded repeatedly upon hearing this.

And Hepburn was still using his phone to record, then translating everything word by word slowly...

He had no choice, his Mandarin had improved rapidly, but it was too much to process all at once.

After studying Mandarin for several months, he could only exclaim in frustration that it was incredibly tricky—the same sentence could mean something entirely different with a change in tone.

For example, he came across a joke last night.

During the New Year, an employee gave his boss a red envelope, resulting in the following dialogue:

Boss: What does this mean?

Employee: It means nothing, just a little something.

Boss: Then you’re really not being very thoughtful.

Employee: It’s just a trifle, a trifle.

Boss: You are quite something.

Employee: Actually, there’s no other intent.

Boss: Then I’m really embarrassed.

Employee: It’s me who should be embarrassed.

Boss: You definitely have some kind of intent.

Employee: Really, there’s no intent.

Boss: Since there’s no intent, what do you mean?

Employee: Actually, my intent is just to show a little kindness.

Boss: If you wanted to show kindness, then there is some intent.

The employee cried: I just wanted to show a little kindness, but honestly, there’s no other meaning. What’s the intent behind such a small red envelope? It’s just a token gesture.

The boss laughed: Heh, I’m starting to take an interest in you.

The employee thought: Hehe, that was the idea.

After reading this joke, Hepburn was nearly driven to tears—what does it all mean!

Motherfucker, is the purpose to drive people nuts? His Mandarin studies were practically driving him to a mental breakdown!

He got to the point where he pondered the deeper meanings in everything he heard in Mandarin. Recording Lion Tiger’s lectures, especially such important matters, of course, had to be captured to be studied at leisure later.

What if the master implied something else, right?

As Xia Weibao was explaining, she saw Hepburn sweating profusely, busily juggling his phone and notebook.

She felt somewhat displeased, "Hepburn, what are you doing?"

Daring to play on the computer during her teaching session, had he grown tired of living?

Xiang Chu glanced at his computer, somewhat speechless.

"Master, just ignore him; he’s not up to speed with Mandarin and doesn’t understand."

Xia Weibao, "..."

Alright, she thought he was slacking off.

"Am I speaking too quickly?"

Hepburn wiped the sweat from his forehead, "No, Lion Tiger, keep going. I’ve recorded everything, and I can listen to it slowly tonight."

Xiang Chu couldn’t resist mocking, "Can’t you learn Mandarin a bit better?"

Hepburn was furious! "I’ve already learned it pretty damn well!"

Damn!

Lion Tiger saying I’ll let that pass, but you little brat dare to boss me around!

Xia Weibao raised an eyebrow; his Mandarin wasn’t bad—already using the term "I" confidently.

Xiang Chu’s face darkened, "You call your Mandarin good? Don’t make me laugh."

He turned abruptly, looking to the master; he wanted to tattle!

"Master, I have to tell you, this guy is really dumb. A few days ago, when I went out with him to buy pears, he asked the vendor the price.

The vendor said five yuan per jin, and this guy throws ten US Dollars at him, grabbing two pears and griping that he’s being cheated.

The vendor repeated several times that it was five yuan per jin and asked for RMB, while this guy kept ranting that ten US Dollars apiece is robbery, embarrassing us to death."

"Pfft..."

Xia Weibao couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

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