At 302 Translation Studio, everyone was getting happier and happier with every new order. By six o'clock on Sunday morning, everyone was up early and rushing to the studio.
Xu Nianhua was yawning, watching Fei Jiayi and Liao Jinling—who usually loved to sleep in—wake up early too, and she was really surprised.
"Nianhua, I've got to work hard now. I can't drag you guys down anymore." Fei Jiayi was thinking about this last night before she fell asleep. In the studio, Xu Nianhua couldn't be the only one who could translate—they needed to be able to translate too.
Liao Jinling surprisingly agreed with Fei Jiayi and said, "I can't drag you down either. I need to be able to translate on my own… instruction manuals." She didn't dare say "contracts"; at her current stage, she'd be very satisfied if she could translate an instruction manual by herself, from start to finish.
As for contracts, she figured, maybe not until junior year?
Liao Jinling was pretty clear-sighted about herself.
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