An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 121 Fanzhou University (Part 2)

Meng Youyou was amused and corrected herself, "I meant that I feel like the students in your department really like you, so your classes must be very good?"

Wen Cenqing first said modestly, "It might be alright, don't blame me for praising myself."

Then he started joking, "Actually, if you're not too harsh on them during finals, they'll naturally like you more. I've been teaching at Panyu University for several years now, and the students have given me a nickname, 'Male Bodhisattva of the Chemistry Department,' which shows how lenient I am with them."

However, I've also been reflecting on whether this approach is good or bad. From a teacher's perspective, is having such a low failure rate a dereliction of duty?

"Is it possible that your classes are so good that the students have a good grasp of the knowledge and can answer all the questions on the final exam, so the failure rate is naturally low?" Meng Youyou complimented in a very natural way.

Saying nice things is incredibly easy for Meng Youyou. When she's being stubborn, no one can out-argue her, and when she's being sweet-talking, she can do it all effortlessly, depending entirely on her mood.

Upon hearing this, Wen Cenqing burst into a bright laugh, her gentle and melancholic demeanor replaced by a vibrant energy.

After laughing, she said gently, "I don't know why, but when Teacher Meng says these words, it sounds more pleasant than when others say them."

"Really?" Meng Youyou smiled. "Then it's my honor."

Before she knew it, Meng Youyou had pushed someone to the west gate of the school. Before she could react, Wen Cen spoke up to remind her, "I remember you just said that you have to go back to work this afternoon. Do you usually exit through the west gate?"

Meng Youyou then realized that, while chatting and strolling along the way, she had unconsciously taken the route she had been most familiar with these past few days. She answered his question: "Yes."

He then turned and looked around, explaining, "But I'm not in a hurry. Shall I push you back first?"

"No need," Wen Cenqing quickly refused, tilting his head to look at her face and smiling gently. "Since we've already come all the way to the West Gate, there's no reason for you to turn back. I'm not as incapable as you think. Otherwise, how would I go to the classroom to teach students and how would I go to the cafeteria to eat?"

Meng Youyou was still hesitant, unsure of what to do, and showed no intention of leaving. Seeing this, Wen Cenqing smiled and shook his head, a hint of helpless gentleness in his expression, then waved his hand, "Shall I stand up and show you?"

Meng Youyou was shocked: "You can stand up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure rose up in front of him.

He was much taller than she had imagined when he stood up; that was the only thought in Meng Youyou's mind at that moment.

"Can you really stand up?"

“Yes,” Wen Cenqing nodded, “Not only that, I can actually walk.”

He turned around and spoke to her face to face.

Meng Youyou was momentarily speechless: "Then...why do you use a wheelchair?"

“Because…” He smiled faintly, then took two steps in front of her. His steps were unsteady, with the left side lighter than the right. Meng Youyou understood.

Wen Cenqing walked to Meng Youyou's side and stood beside her, speaking softly: "As you can see, this is how I walk. If you were me, would you choose to sit in a wheelchair or walk like this?"

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the distance, as if he were looking at the sky or the top of a distant clock tower.

Meng Youyou pursed her lips slightly and looked into the distance. "This is a difficult question to answer, but I think I should be able to walk."