All the students in the class were confused on the spot.

Jiang Mengyao's eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open, and she showed an incredible look.

How is this guy possible? How can this guy translate correctly?

Jiang Mengyao's heart was full of suspicion and disbelief.

She was just mocking and despising Chu Feng for not being able to translate and write randomly, but reality slapped her in the face, which made Jiang Mengyao accept it.

Even Shen Hao's face was very ugly. As the president and class monitor of the student union, he could not translate this ancient poem at all.

But Chu Feng easily translated it, which made him feel like he was slapped in the face.

"Did I win?"

Chu Feng looked at Qiu Ya and said.

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