Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 77 Banana People, Get As Far Away As You Can
Northwestern Polytechnical University, cafeteria.

This is a single-story house with a sloping roof. Four chimneys stand on one side, which is where the cooking area is located, and the rest is the dining area.

It was lunchtime, and there were many students in the dining area. They sat at the tables with thermos flasks on them, their dinner in front of them, chopsticks in their right hands, and books in their left.

The spring of knowledge has arrived! Everyone who gets into university cherishes this learning opportunity!
One student frowned: "This...this is way too difficult! Ugh, my brain!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but smack his own head.

"Hey, Zhijian, this is the fifth time you've hit your head. Aren't you afraid of breaking it?"

"It's bad, it's bad. Anyway, it's not good when it's good. Compared to Qin Liang... sigh!" Zhao Zhijian shook his head.

Hearing him say that, Zhang Yong, sitting opposite him, also sighed: "Yeah, I originally thought that as long as I worked hard, I could catch up with him, but I didn't expect... By the way, Qin Liang hasn't shown up lately, what has he been up to?"

"I don't know. I haven't gone back to the dorm. I go to room 308 every night to wait for him, hoping he'll come back and help me with some math problems..."

As he spoke, he looked up, initially just gazing around blankly. But when he saw the doorway, his pupils suddenly focused, and he abruptly stood up.

Qin Liang, it's actually Qin Liang! Since he's here...

The next moment, he wanted to grab the book and run over to ask a question, but Zhang Yong grabbed him.

"Zhijian, stop! There's a foreigner next to Qin Liang!"

Zhao Zhijian then realized that he had only seen Qin Liang, and everyone around him had become background figures. Only now could he see clearly that there were indeed foreigners among them!

I've met Stephen before, but I haven't seen the other two foreigners before. They look very unusual, so they must be from extraordinary backgrounds! Oh, Director Luo and the others are here too?
Inside the cafeteria, everyone looked over, their eyes filled with...admiration!
The group chatted and laughed, talking amongst themselves.

Zhang Chongyang followed behind, looking displeased. This is what they eat? And in such a messy place?
"Ahem, students, in order to create a better dining experience for our foreign guests, please go outside to eat!"

Outside?

It's already November! And it's only a few degrees outside! A piping hot bowl of mutton stew will be cold in a minute if you bring it out. Besides, there are no tables or chairs. Are you going to squat in the corner to eat it?

However, seeing the foreigners chatting and laughing with Qin Liang, everyone kept quiet and prepared to pick up their own bowls and thermos flasks...

Just then, Qin Liang turned his head and glanced at everyone.

"Our Northwestern Polytechnical University canteen is for us Northwestern Polytechnical University students to eat in, so please continue! Even if the president comes, he can't kick you out, let alone some irrelevant people!"

Zhang Chongyang's face darkened. He could let it go that Qin Liang had been rude at the office building entrance, since not many people knew about it. But now, in front of so many people, he was being humiliated.
"Qin Liang, you frog in a well! Don't you know how to respect foreign friends at all? A few years ago, I went to Japan, and that's where true civilization is..."

Okay, Qin Liang's last doubt has finally been resolved.

In 1972, the East and the island nation established diplomatic relations. After that, a group of people went to the island nation. Originally, it was thought that "banana people" only appeared in the 1980s and 1990s, but unexpectedly, they existed as early as the 1970s!
"What kind of civilization do island nations have? When you go to an island nation to eat, do they clear the area? When you go to an island nation, do you experience the feeling of being the center of attention, or do you grovel and act like their dog?"

Zhang Chongyang's face darkened completely: "Qin Liang, this is an insult! Director Luo... is this how Northwestern Polytechnical University educates its students?"

Director Luo said casually, "Our Northwestern Polytechnical University educates its students to be honest, upright, courageous, and resolute. I think Qin Liang is quite good!"

Qin Liang rolled his eyes at Zhang Chongyang, then looked at the person next to him: "Mr. Benjamin, how about we eat here?" "OK!"

"Should these students be cleared out?"

"No, no, I like the atmosphere here!"

The students around him who could understand English looked at Zhang Chongyang with disdain. Foreigners don't have this requirement at all; you're the one who's up to this!

"Translator Zhang, if you can shut your mouth, I'll treat you to a bowl of mutton stew. If you continue to point fingers here, then please go back!"

"I...I'm a translator sent by my superiors! They've left me..."

Zhang Chongyang stopped halfway through his sentence. What was the point of a translator? This Qin Liang in front of him was speaking English the whole time, and he spoke it even more fluently than Zhang Chongyang!
"You know you're a translator, huh? Just now, I thought you were the mayor!" Qin Liang said. "But... with your level of expertise, all you're thinking about is how to flatter foreigners. You can't even do your job properly."

"You, you're insulting me!"

This isn't the first time this has been insulted!

Qin Liang smiled and said, "Okay, then let me ask you, how do you translate the diffuser-convergent exhaust port of a three-rotor turbofan engine?"

Yes, Zhang Chongyang was a translator, but is translation a panacea? Do you understand the specialized terminology?

At this moment, his eyes were filled with confusion; he didn't understand, he really didn't understand!

How do you translate "single-crystal blade with air cooling technology"?

How do you translate "titanium alloy fan blades with convex shoulder blades and blade crowns"?

"You, you're clearly making things difficult for me!"

"It's not that I'm making things difficult for you, but foreigners come here to discuss professional techniques. You don't know anything, so what kind of translator are you? You can just be their personal assistant, picking them up and dropping them off, arranging their accommodations, and stuff like that. You should probably give up on those professional skills!"

Zhang Chongyang was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

“Mr. Benjamin, do you need this gentleman to help with the translation?” Qin Liang then looked at Ben Richie.

"Of course not, we can talk directly, why would we need a translator? It would easily lead to communication breakdowns."

"Translator Zhang, you heard that too?"

"Fine, fine, fine!" Zhang Chongyang was so angry that his face turned pale. He stomped his foot and turned to leave.

Qin Liang smiled broadly, realizing he hadn't intended to invite this guy to dinner at all!
At this moment, Professor Sha had already gone to the window to get his food, and soon, several bowls of mutton stew were brought over.

Qin Liang looked at the empty seats next to him: "Foreign friends, how about we sit here?"

"Welcome, welcome!" At the table next to her, Zhao Xiaoxia extended an invitation in fluent English, her eyes brimming with honor. Qin Liang didn't get many opportunities to appear, and unfortunately, she didn't have time to ask him a few questions...

While everyone was eating mutton stew, Professor Liu was still typing away on his keyboard. After some time, he rubbed his eyes and said, "Okay!"
(End of this chapter)