Davis scoffed, his tone laced with disdain. “Arrogant! With such a disrespectful attitude toward your elders, how could someone like you possibly possess such advanced translation skills?” His gaze dropped to the test paper in front of him. Each word was written with meticulous precision, the handwriting crisp and neat. At first, he felt nothing but ridicule as he picked up the paper, ready to expose flaws and confirm his suspicions. But as his eyes scanned the text, his expression shifted. His jaw tightened, and his hands trembled slightly. “This… this is impossible!” His voice quivered with disbelief. The questions he had designed were deliberately obscure, the kind that only seasoned professionals could hope to tackle. The specialized vocabulary and idiomatic phrases were far beyond what any ordinary student—or even most advanced learners—could comprehend.And yet, Liza had translated everything flawlessly. A thought crossed his mind, desperate and clinging: She must have studied these beforehand. There’s no way she could answer them this well otherwise. Davis forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure as his fingers gripped the paper tightly. However, his widening eyes betrayed his growing panic. His thoughts raced as he scrutinized her work, but the more he read, the more undeniable it became. Professor , standing nearby, leaned in to examine the paper. His brow furrowed at first, but soon his eyes lit up with astonishment. “Incredible,” he murmured before raising his voice. “Liza is truly remarkable! She not only translated these obscure and challenging texts accurately but did so with elegance and fluency. Her phrasing is refined and creative. Mr. Davis,” he paused, his tone firm, “her skill surpasses yours.” Davis’s face turned an alarming shade of red, as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head. He felt like he might explode on the spot. “What nonsense are you spouting? Her skills are better than mine? Impossible!” But even as he protested, he couldn’t deny the evidence in front of him. The test paper in his hands radiated brilliance, each sentence perfectly crafted. His grip tightened as humiliation washed over him. Slamming the paper onto the table, Davis roared, “There’s no way this is legitimate! Even if she studied English, someone her age couldn’t have reached this level. She must have seen these questions in advance—she cheated again!” Professor’s eyes blazed with anger. He took a step forward, his voice sharp and unwavering. “Mr. Davis, there’s no shame in acknowledging that someone is more skilled than you. But clinging to your pride and accusing her without evidence? That’s beneath you, and it tarnishes your reputation as a professional translator!” He gestured toward the test paper. “You were the one who created these questions, weren’t you? And from the look on your face, it’s clear even you wouldn’t be able to answer them all correctly. So tell me, how could Liza possibly have cheated?” Davis’s hands trembled as his face grew pale. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. Professor pressed on, his tone unrelenting. “Liza has proven her talent and integrity. Her work speaks for itself. Are you so shameless that you can’t accept the truth?” Davis’s lips quivered, his mind searching for a rebuttal. The humiliation was unbearable. A junior—a mere student—had not only matched him but exceeded his abilities in front of his peers. Desperation clawed at him. “The Sinclair Family claimed she grew up in the countryside and never studied English! How can someone with her background translate such advanced and professional texts? Explain that!” Professor rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Because she’s a genius, Mr. Davis. You can refuse to admit it all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that Liza’s talent is extraordinary. Denying it won’t make her brilliance disappear.”Davis’s face was ashen, his hands balled into fists at his sides. Though he wanted to argue further, his voice failed him. He stood there, defeated and humiliated. Just then, a group of English department students burst into the room. A top student from the English department picked up Liza’s test paper and scanned it carefully. As he read through her work, his eyes widened in astonishment, and admiration swept across his face. “Liza is an absolute prodigy in the field of translation!” he exclaimed. “Even if I devoted every waking hour to studying English, I could never achieve this level of mastery. Her vocabulary is not just accurate—it’s elegant and refined. This is a standard most of us can only dream of reaching!” The other students crowded around, their curiosity piqued. The paper was passed from one set of hands to another, and with each pair of eyes that examined it, murmurs of amazement grew louder. “Mr. Davis,” one student said, his voice laced with accusation, “are you afraid that Liza will surpass you? Is that why you accused her of cheating?” “That’s got to be it!” another chimed in. “She’s proven herself fair and square by retaking the test, yet you’re still trying to drag her down. What kind of professional behavior is that?” A third student spoke up, his tone biting. “What sort of ‘top translator’ can’t even bear to see a junior excel? How shameful!” Davis’s face turned crimson with rage, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He was trembling—not from fear, but from the sheer effort it took to keep his anger in check. If this hadn’t been Li City University, he would have thrown these insolent students out of the room. The chancellor cleared his throat, cutting through the chatter with a measured, authoritative tone. “Mr. Davis, it’s evident to everyone here that Liza is indeed a remarkable talent. She has not cheated, as her performance clearly demonstrates. If this matter were to escalate further, it could harm your reputation. Why not let it go and move on?”Davis said nothing. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he glared at the chancellor and the students. Without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the classroom, his coat billowing behind him. But in his heart, rage simmered. He wanted nothing more than to erase the evidence of Liza’s brilliance. If only these witnesses could be silenced, if only her test paper could disappear, he thought bitterly. Then no one would be able to prove her innocence. He despised the idea of someone like Liza—a mere junior—rising in the translation world, a realm he believed belonged to him alone. No, this wasn’t over. Davis was already plotting his next move. He had a plan, a way to regain control and tarnish Liza’s newfound reputation. The chancellor, watching Davis’s retreating figure, sighed and shook his head. He carefully handed Liza’s test paper to Professor . “Keep this,” he said with a smile. “It’s evidence of her extraordinary talent. Li City University has just produced a genius translator.” …As Liza stepped through the university gates, she caught sight of a familiar car parked nearby. The sleek, black vehicle gleamed under the afternoon sun, and as she approached, the tinted window rolled down, revealing Gavin’s striking face. His deep, penetrating eyes locked onto hers, and his voice was calm yet filled with curiosity. “Mrs. Liza,” he said slowly, “were you bullied?” For a moment, Liza was stunned. She hadn’t expected to see him here, let alone for him to ask such a direct question. But as her surprise faded, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. Gavin had asked so sincerely—how could she waste such a golden opportunity? While Liza hadn’t been too bothered by the events of the day, Gavin’s concern suddenly made her want to play along. She clutched her chest dramatically, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. With a sorrowful expression, she sobbed, “Gavin! They bullied me!” Her voice quivered just enough to sound convincing. If he was going to ask, she might as well take full advantage of the situation. After all, what better way to vent her frustration and let him share in her anger?