Ji Yuzhi's dormitory, 312, exudes a peaceful and serene atmosphere. It has to be said that the dormitories of top students are indeed quite different, and this atmosphere is probably related to the excessive amount of homework assigned.
The silence was broken when Ji Yuzhi pushed open the dormitory door.
Zheng An was the first to look up: "Boss Ji, what does Professor Zhao want with you?"
Previously, Zheng An's proposed dormitory ranking was based on age, with Feng Li as the eldest, his second eldest, Zhao Zeyuan as the third, and Ji Yuzhi as the fourth. However, in the end, everyone got used to calling Ji Yuzhi the eldest.
Therefore, there was no fourth student in their dormitory.
"He took me to his friend's simultaneous interpretation studio to take a look." Ji Yuzhi tossed his coat on the table and stood in front of the desk, flipping through the documents on the bookshelf.
The incident didn't happen until the morning.
Ji Yuzhi suddenly received a call from Professor Zhao Xing.
"Hello." Ji Yuzhi was getting dressed at the time.
"I am Zhao Xing."
"Professor Zhao, is there something you need?" Ji Yuzhi placed his phone on the table with the speakerphone on, quickly pulled up his pants, and then picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
"I checked your schedule, you don't have any classes this afternoon. I'd like to take you somewhere."
Ji Yuzhi glanced at his watch: "I need to go to the library at noon, is 1:30 PM okay?"
"Okay. Let's meet in front of the library then."
"OK."
At noon, Ji Yuzhi went to the library as soon as class ended. At Beijing Foreign Studies University, the library is the most frequented place by students. After all, learning a language is inseparable from various books and dictionaries. And noon is the quietest time of day, and Ji Yuzhi dislikes noisy atmospheres; a quieter time at noon suits his taste perfectly.
He recently took on the translation of a medical book, which involves too many terms, so he had to come to the library to look for relevant books. If that doesn't work, he might have to ask his older brother, Zhen Yan, for help.
This was the first time he had stepped into the library since the start of the semester, and he was surprised to find so many students there at lunchtime.
He was only surprised for a moment and then remained calm; it's normal for universities to have such a learning atmosphere.
After quickly browsing and selecting the books he wanted, he left.
As soon as we stepped out of the library, Professor Zhao's car was parked at the entrance.
“Here.” The school does not allow honking, so the professor rolled down the car window and waved to Ji Yuzhi.
"Good afternoon." Ji Yuzhi nodded to the teacher and got into the car.
"Good afternoon. Are you going to borrow books? What kind?" Professor Zhao wasn't as difficult to approach as I had imagined. He was just a bit strict. In private, he was just an ordinary middle-class man who was also curious and gossipy.
"Medical. Translation needed."
"Not bad." Professor Zhao nodded.
The car sped along the road, turning left and right before Professor Zhao parked it in front of an inconspicuous shop.
"Get out of the car." Professor Zhao unbuckled his seatbelt.
Ji Yuzhi stood in front of the shop and finally noticed a very small sign: "Yidu Studio?"
“Yes, this is a translation studio run by my friend.” Professor Zhao patted Ji Yuzhi on the shoulder from behind: “Come in, let’s talk as we walk.”
"We often take on simultaneous interpretation jobs for major conferences. Are you familiar with this industry?"
"Um."
"This studio may look unassuming, but it handles fairly large events. I'd like to show you around. If you're interested, you can give it a try. I think you can do it."
In the afternoon, Ji Yuzhi followed Zhao Xing on a brief tour of the studio and chatted with the studio's owner, who was also Professor Zhao Xing's friend.
On the way back to the city, Professor Zhao asked.
"So? Any ideas?"
Ji Yuzhi had been deep in thought the whole way, and he slowly said, "Yes."
"Great, I'll talk to Lao Liu about it."
“Professor,” Ji Yuzhi interrupted him promptly, “I must make it clear to you beforehand that I may not stay in the studio for an extended period. As for the number of events I take on, I hope I can control that myself.”
"Of course, you should still prioritize your studies. Don't worry, you're my student, and Lao Liu is my friend. It won't be a problem."
Ji Yuzhi smirked, not correcting the professor's mistaken idea. His reluctance to stay in the studio for extended periods wasn't due to fear of interfering with his studies. Rather, he planned to start his own business after learning more about it. His trip to Yidu wasn't so much about working as it was about understanding the industry.
...
Ji Yuzhi put the book away and locked the compiled documents and contracts in the drawer.
Upon hearing his words, Zheng An jumped up immediately: "Wow, Professor Zhao values you that much? I'm so jealous."
The other two roommates also looked over.
"What's so sour about? Have you finished your homework?" Ji Yuzhi glanced at the Spanish book on Zheng An's desk.
"Not yet, it's too difficult, I want to cry."
"Have you two finished writing?" Ji Yuzhi asked the other two people.
Zhao Zeyuan and Feng Li nodded.
Ji Yuzhi hummed in agreement: "Come sit down when you're done writing, let's talk about something."
There was a long table in the center of the dormitory, where everyone usually ate and did other things. After Ji Yuzhi finished speaking, everyone pulled up chairs and sat down. He was holding a stack of papers and a pen in his hand.
"What's up, boss?" Zheng An sat down with a bag of potato chips. "Why are you so serious?"
"Let me inquire about your academic progress." Ji Yuzhi smiled and instantly switched to English to ask questions, starting with Zhao Zeyuan: "Is Russian difficult?"
Zhao Zeyuan paused for a moment, then slowly replied in English, "It's alright."
Ji Yuzhi nodded: "How long do you think it will take you to master this language?"
"Two years?" Zhao Zeyuan had no idea why Ji Yuzhi was asking such a question or what the answer to his question was.
"What did you eat for dinner?" Ji Yuzhi suddenly asked in Russian.
The three people were already confused, so they were even more bewildered.
Only Zhao Zeyuan knew what Ji Yuzhi was talking about, and he switched back to Russian to reply: "Dumplings."
Ji Yuzhi smiled and nodded, then immediately turned his attention to Feng Li, switching back to English mode: "How many katakana characters are there in Japanese?"
Feng Li replied in a daze: "20 voiced consonants, 5 semi-voiced consonants..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ji Yuzhi asked the same question again: "How long will it take to master it?"
"Uh... a year and a half?"
"What time is it now?" Ji Yuzhi suddenly switched to Japanese.
"6:12 PM".
Finally, Ji Yuzhi looked at Zheng An. Zheng An was so frightened by what had just happened that he dropped his potato chips. What was this sudden sense of déjà vu about an exam? He was starting to panic.
"Are potato chips delicious?" is a question asked in English.
Zheng An nodded.
Unexpectedly, Zheng An did not reply, so Ji Yuzhi asked another question: "How difficult is Spanish? Describe it in one sentence."
"Super, super difficult."
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