Top-grade Demon Supreme

"At first I thought you were just a spoiled rich kid, but it turns out you are ignorant and arrogant!"

Qiu Ya looked at Chu Feng with a disgusted and icy expression.

"Teacher, I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me?"

Chu Feng said helplessly.

"Alright, since you say so, I will give you a chance. I will write a paragraph, and you must translate it completely into English and read it aloud. If you can do that, then I will believe you."

"From now on, in my class, you can do whatever you want; otherwise, you will stand during my classes and don't bother sitting."

Qiu Ya said coldly.

Seeing this, the students around all thought this guy was doomed,

for Qiu Ya is of a doctoral level in English.

Her test is such that even an English major scholar might not be able to complete it, not to mention this guy.

At this moment, Jiang Mengyao and Shen Hao both watched Chu Feng as if they were watching a drama unfold.

"Fine, if I can't translate it, you can punish me however you want, but if I do translate it, Teacher, shouldn't you give me some other reward?"

Chu Feng looked at Qiu Ya and smiled mischievously.

"What reward do you want?"

"Kiss me!"

Chu Feng said boldly.

Boom!

Chu Feng's words shocked the entire class.

This guy actually dared to flirt with Jiangzhou's top beauty teacher; so bold.

Qiu Ya was the goddess in the heart of all the male students in their class, even of all the male students at Jiangzhou University.

No one had ever dared to flirt with their goddess like this before.

"You..."

Upon hearing Chu Feng's words, Qiu Ya's expression changed, and a flash of anger crossed her eyes.

This damned spoiled rich kid actually dared to flirt with her!

Qiu Ya stared at Chu Feng with an icy face.

"What? Teacher, don't you dare? Are you worried about losing to me?"

Chu Feng's lips curled up, looking at Qiu Ya with amusement.

"Fine, I agree!"

"But if you lose, not only will you stand in my classes from now on, you will also have to run twenty laps around the track every day!"

Qiu Ya said coldly.

"No problem!"

Chu Feng agreed.

Hearing that Chu Feng actually agreed, the surrounding students all thought Chu Feng had his brain squeezed by a door.

The track is a kilometer per lap; twenty laps would exhaust even Superman!

"Ling'er, there's no need to care about someone who is so arrogant and self-centered. You even got angry with me because of him last night; he's not worth it!"

At this time, Jiang Mengyao, sitting next to Luo Ling'er, looked at Chu Feng with disdain and contempt.

As for Luo Ling'er, she thought to herself, watching Chu Feng suffer a setback would be fitting payback for the way he bullied her.

Qiu Ya promptly wrote a passage on the blackboard.

"Now, translate this passage into English and write it out for me."

Qiu Ya demanded as she looked at Chu Feng.

The other students were alarmed at the passage on the blackboard, looking at Chu Feng as if he were finished.

The passage seemed simple—just a Chinese poem.

But translating it into English was something that likely only a few high-achieving students in the English department at Jiangzhou University could manage.

Unless their level of English was at a professorial or expert level, they might be able to translate it.

And Chu Feng clearly seemed unlikely to translate it.

"Arrogant people will eventually be humiliated!"

Jiang Mengyao shook her head as she looked at Chu Feng.

"So, are you planning to just go out and start running now?"

Qiu Ya looked at the silent Chu Feng with a dismissive look.

She had really thought this guy had some skills, but it seemed she had thought too much.

"No, I was wondering whether it'd be better for Teacher Qiu Ya to kiss my face or my lips when she kisses me later. Ah, it's quite a dilemma!"

Chu Feng shook his head and sighed.

"You..."

Qiu Ya was so angered that she trembled slightly.

Pfft!

Hou Yu, who was drinking soda next to them, spat it out when he heard Chu Feng's words.

"Bro, you're awesome!"

Hou Yu gave Chu Feng a thumbs up. To dare say that at this moment, he truly was a God-man!

"Hurry up and translate. If you can't translate it, don't ever come to this classroom again!"

Qiu Ya coldly commanded, already completely unwilling to see this useless guy anymore.

Chu Feng's lips curled into a smirk as he walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and began to rapidly write on the blackboard in English.

However, the students present couldn't understand the English that Chu Feng had written; some of the words they had never even seen before.

"This guy can't translate, so he's just writing nonsense, how embarrassing!"

Jiang Mengyao looked at Chu Feng with disdain, her eyes filled with scorn.

Clearly, she thought Chu Feng was just writing anything because he couldn't translate.

"Is this guy really just writing nonsense?"

Luo Ling'er, too, couldn't understand the English that Chu Feng had translated and suspected that he was just scribbling randomly.

"Arrogant and ignorant boy, just wait to be embarrassed!"

Shen Hao sneered, ready to watch Chu Feng make a fool of himself.

However, Qiu Ya's expression changed drastically as she looked at the segment of English translation that Chu Feng had written; her pupils dilated in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

Her heart was filled with astonishment, because Chu Feng's translation was completely accurate.

This ancient poem was a translation challenge she had encountered before.

She had spent several months, consulted numerous dictionaries, and asked several English professors before she managed to translate this passage.

She was confident that, aside from herself, no one else in Jiangzhou University could translate this ancient poem into English, but now...

Snap!

After writing out the last English word, Chu Feng flicked his hand, and the chalk piece flew away.

"Teacher Qiu Ya, the translation is complete. Could you check if it's correct?"

Chu Feng looked at Qiu Ya with a slightly mischievous gaze.

At that moment, most of the students in the class were looking at Chu Feng mockingly, just waiting for Qiu Ya to refute him.

Clearly, they didn't believe Chu Feng could translate the passage.

But the fact was...

"Your translation is completely correct!"

Qiu Ya's expression was somewhat ugly. Though she couldn't believe it, she ultimately nodded.

What?

What the hell?

The translation is correct?

How could that be?

All the students in the class were utterly dumbfounded.

Jiang Mengyao's eyes were wide open, and her mouth gaped in disbelief.

How could this be possible? How could he have translated it correctly?

Jiang Mengyao's heart was filled with doubt and disbelief.

She had just been mocking and looking down on Chu Feng for not being able to translate and writing nonsense, but reality had just slapped her in the face, making it hard for Jiang Mengyao to accept it.

Even Shen Hao's expression was very unpleasant; as a student council president and class monitor, he couldn't translate the ancient poem at all.

Yet Chu Feng had translated it effortlessly, making him feel like he had been heavily slapped in the face.

"So does that mean I win?"

Chu Feng asked Qiu Ya.

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