Beaten Up

The class advisor, having finished admonishing Zhao Ling, shifted his gaze to Gu Zi.

Gu Zi met his stare with a composed expression, a slight smile playing on her lips as she said, "Please, teach me, Professor."

The advisor studied her for a moment before speaking. "Your translation is impeccable—accurate, professional, and flawless. But Gu Zi, why the deliberate show of restraint? I've seen your work on the Guangcheng Daily; honestly, you could have done much better with this report, couldn't you?"

The class advisor's expression was one of mild irritation, while Zhao Ling, standing beside her, flushed with embarrassment. She hadn't just been outdone by Gu Zi; she had been utterly crushed. In that moment, Zhao Ling's face burned, as though she had been slapped in front of everyone.