The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 308 - 307: Roll Back to Where You Came From!

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Chapter 308: Chapter 307: Roll Back to Where You Came From!

Amphitheater classroom.

This was Xiang Meiqin’s English class.

Xiang Meiqin, head of the English department and the homeroom teacher of Class 25 where Lu Mian was enrolled, was in her fifties and had always been a diligent and conscientious teacher.

Lu Mian, with a book tucked under her arm, hurried over from the other side of the school, arriving just as a student from Era Middle School stood up to ask a question.

Lu Mian remembered the girl; her name was You Kezhou.

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Glancing at the back of the classroom, Lu Mian saw that the students from Era Middle School were all there, as were teachers like Sheng Zijin.

You Kezhou stood up, picked up a book from her desk, and smiled sweetly at Xiang Meiqin, looking very eager to learn.

“Hello, teacher, could you help me translate the meaning of this sentence?”

She pointed to her own book and smiled.

Curious classmates glanced at her book, and upon seeing it, they felt as if they had swallowed a fly.

What kind of book was she holding? It was all in English, not a single Chinese character in sight.

They couldn’t understand it at all.

Although it was an English class, the sudden request for the teacher to translate from a very obscure source book was quite…emmm.

You Kezhou, seeing the troubled look on Xiang Meiqin’s face, whispered, “Teacher, can’t you translate it? My English teacher can, and I often bring books to ask her for help.”

Xiang Meiqin smiled helplessly and walked off the podium to take a closer look at the text in her hands.

After reading a few lines, she frowned and explained very seriously, “This book involves a lot of specialized vocabulary. I need to consult a dictionary to translate it properly. This is also a form of respect for the work.”

“Oh…” You Kezhou put the book away, while a few classmates from Era Middle School began to cover their mouths and laugh.

Their laughter was filled with undisguised scorn.

They scoffed at the English teacher’s accent, mocked her pronunciation, and ridiculed her for not being able to translate words.

It wasn’t just their petty complaints; when it came to Kunpeng High School and Era Middle School, there truly was no comparison.

The other students were quite annoyed with them.

Su Luo spoke up, “Have you been listening to the lesson at all? Bringing a book unrelated to the English textbook and asking the teacher to translate – is it you who has the problem, or the teacher?”

“This week is precisely for the inter-school exchange meeting; exchange is about communication. We’re not here to attend your classes, but to exchange and communicate with each other. What’s wrong with that?”

“If you lack the ability, don’t blame others.”

“Is it so hard to admit that you can’t achieve that level of proficiency? Our school excels in all aspects; there’s no denying that.”

“…”

The mouths of a large group of classmates were no match for the ten from Era Middle School.

What was a good English class turned into a quarrel.

Lu Mian was at the door, her ears aching from listening.

She blinked, looked at Xiao Qimo beside her, and then said, “Director Qimo, I might do something quite aggressive in a bit. Could you pretend you didn’t see anything?”

Xiao Qimo squinted his eyes, not knowing what she was planning but nodded anyway.

Lu Mian was reassured, and the anger she had been holding back burst forth.

Her long legs kicked open the door to the amphitheater classroom, and she walked in aggressively.

Her whole body exuded an air of fierceness.

The noisy classroom became quiet with her sudden entrance.

The loud banging of the door had also silenced You Kezhou and her group.

“Hey, it’s Sister Lu Xi!”

Lei Shuqi, sitting in the last row, lit up when he saw Lu Mian enter.

Sheng Zijin gave him a look as if asking whose side he was really on.

Lei Shuqi chuckled, “Looks are justice.”

Sheng Zijin: “…”

Lu Mian marched in fiercely, startling the English teacher Xiang Meiqin, who kept backing away.

Yet it was known that, although Lu Mian had a standout personality and was haughty and unyielding, she wouldn’t cause trouble without reason.

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Lu Mian went straight up to You Kezhou and took the original text book from her hands.

You Kezhou, a bit scared, quickly tugged on Gu Jingyi by her side.

Gu Jingyi comforted her, “Don’t be afraid, we’re guests; she wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on us. The Sheng family and the school have our backs.”

“Oh.”

Lu Mian flipped through the pages carelessly, a mocking curve on her lips, and then threw the book onto the desk.

The heavy book made a loud thud on the table.

“Is this fun?” she asked.

Lu Mian narrowed her eyes at her, “So you come from Jinjing and think you’re something special? You’re more noble than others? A bunch of losers always looking for a sense of superiority elsewhere, what right do you have to laugh at someone else?”

“Lu Mian! That’s too much.”

Sheng Zijin stood up, disagreeing with her words, making it sound like they were the ones causing trouble.

Isn’t the exchange meet about competing with each other?

“Too much?” Lu Mian smirked wickedly, slapping her hand on the table.

“All you know is that her pronunciation is inaccurate, yet you have no idea how hard she’s been working to get rid of her accent. You can laugh at her ineffective speech, but have you ever thought about how good the educational resources could be from her time? You only know she can’t translate classics for you on-time, do you not realize that even professional C2-level foreign translators check dictionaries for a more professional and precise translation? Instant feedback is something even Baidu can provide. But is it accurate?”

You Kezhou listened dumbfounded to these words.

Her teammates were also silent, unable to utter a single word.

Pang Hao, moved to tears, pointed towards Lu Mian, “My Bro Mian, the best Bro Mian in the world!”

“Ah ah ah, you’re making me cry.”

It was the first time they had heard her talk so much at once, and the first time they had seen her be so high-profile.

Lu Mian finally glanced coldly at the self-proclaimed nobles in the front row.

“If you want to continue this exchange, then listen well in class.”

“If you don’t want to continue, get lost back to where you came from!”

“You want to know what right I have to say these things?” Lu Mian smiled slightly, “Don’t make it hard for my teachers. Go ahead and challenge me, and if you lose, I’ll give you Kunpeng High School!”

What she said… was unbelievably arrogant.

Sheng Zixin was completely taken aback, thinking he was arrogant enough, only to find that the girl in front of him was even more so.

Yet, from her words, one could detect no dissonance.

Her voice was firm and powerful, making one truly believe that everything she said was true.

“Awoooo—”

The lecture hall erupted into screams once again.

“Bro Mian is so cool! You’ve voiced our pent-up frustrations.”

“You lost, so why the pretense of nobility?”

“Era Middle School, don’t you remember who solved your math problem in six minutes, don’t you remember who left your opponents speechless with their questioning?”

Everyone thought they would just keep being suppressed like this for the next seven days.

After all, because they were from Jinjing, no one dared to really do anything; what if they offended someone from a powerful family and endangered themselves and their whole family? So they could only stew in their frustration.

Lei Shuqi, looking at Lu Mian’s profile, nearly drooled.

“Gorgeous! Handsome! AWSL.”