Jiang Cheng followed behind all the teachers without giving Director Leng an extra glance.

Director Leng stood inside the vast classroom; if he had a violin, he could go out and earn money.

There’s nothing he could do—his face just looked too miserable.

With a miserable expression, Director Leng initially thought Jiang Cheng would give him a hint or signal like they did while collaborating in earning foreign currency. But Jiang Cheng just walked away.

"What on earth is brewing in this gourd?"

Even now, Director Leng trusted Jiang Cheng wholeheartedly.

With that kind of confidence, after comforting himself, Director Leng allowed Jiang Cheng to do her thing.

Although Jiang Cheng usually talks nonstop, when there’s actual business, you can definitely rely on her.

This reflects Director Leng’s heartfelt trust in Jiang Cheng.

Meanwhile, interviews with the students began in each classroom.

A total of 368 students were selected from various parts of the country to participate in this special training.

As for why the special training was organized, Jiang Cheng deserves partial credit.

In last year’s trade fair, Jiang Cheng, as a translator, played a significant role.

This performance made management realize that while products need change, the translator’s role should also be further explored.

To elevate the spring trade fair, the special training was scheduled right after the new year.

All the teachers were reassigned from villages or farms, with more than half not even returning home, directly arriving at the special training location to begin work.

Jiang Cheng was specially invited, jokingly saying she got in through the back door, and it’s not entirely incorrect.

Because among the teachers who came, each possessed high education and good backgrounds; if not for the era’s uniqueness, each would definitely be an expert.

At the moment, Jiang Cheng entered the first classroom, helped open the door, and invited two teachers in.

She did the same in every following classroom.

After escorting all the teachers, Jiang Cheng picked up notebooks and pens and started distributing them in each classroom.

Once the notebooks and pens were handed out, she fetched a thermos and tea leaves to brew tea for each teacher.

In short, whatever you thought of, she’d arrange it for you.

In the first classroom, Jiang Cheng smiled broadly, asking the two teachers:

"Is there anything else you need, teachers?"

"No, thank you."

"No, nothing required."

Jiang Cheng’s attentiveness made Teacher Qi and Teacher Cao rather uneasy; their nerves hadn’t yet calmed down.

"Alright, I’ll call the students in one by one."

With the teachers’ approval, Jiang Cheng began calling the students waiting outside, one by one, to take an impromptu test, get scored, and ultimately be placed in classes.

The student interviews started, and Jiang Cheng stood by the door, observing attentively.

She noticed Teacher Qi and Teacher Cao were cautious; if they encountered students with loud voices or slightly assertive mannerisms, they’d subconsciously relax the test’s difficulty.

Teachers afraid of students?

How could such a pairing lead to effective teaching?

After observing for a while, Jiang Cheng moved to the next classroom.

The same issue appeared in several other classrooms.

Though some were not intimidated by students, they didn’t teach whole-heartedly, or the content taught was cautiously chosen, fearing sensitive topics.

Several hours passed, with Jiang Cheng like the busiest little bee, adding water in every classroom.

Finally, during a water break, Director Leng caught up with her.

"Jiang Cheng, come here!"

Jiang Cheng turned back, holding two thermoses.

"What?"

"What do you mean what—I want to ask you, what are you doing?"

"I called you here to teach, not to brew tea and pour water."

Director Leng took the thermos from Jiang Cheng’s hand, waiting for her explanation.

Jiang Cheng stopped joking.

"Director Leng, I’m just one person. No matter how skilled I am, how many people can I teach?"

"Moreover, you might not know how difficult it is for a top student to be a teacher; I find it incredibly perplexing why students can’t grasp what I’m teaching when it’s clearly so simple!"

"This is the sole flaw I possess as a born genius—I can’t teach classes!"

Director Leng strained to extract useful information from Jiang Cheng’s boastful speech.

"You—can’t teach classes? Didn’t you do well in training translators before?"

Jiang Cheng shook her head.

"That was providing answers, not teaching class."

"I delivered standardized responses based on the items at each exhibit for translators to relay, but if you ask me to train translators from the basics—how to memorize vocabulary, construct fluent sentences—I would definitely not be as proficient."

"However, if you ask me to handle motivation, ideological education, or come up with ideas, I can do it."

Director Leng understood.

He thought carefully and realized Jiang Cheng made a valid point.

Indeed, she hadn’t handled any foundational stuff.

"That’s not right; if you can’t...why did you agree so enthusiastically when I invited you?"

Jiang Cheng reasoned confidently: "I only said I couldn’t teach basics; I didn’t say I’m unimportant!"

"I’m so formidable—"

Before Jiang Cheng could start boasting, Director Leng interrupted with: Stop!

"So what are you doing now?"

Director Leng hit the main point, as Jiang Cheng leaned in, whispering: "I can’t teach foundational courses, but each teacher in there can."

"I’m... implementing ideological education; I want teachers to become teachers, and students to become students."

Jiang Cheng quietly shared her observations, and Director Leng instantly understood.

These teachers had concerns and were indeed intimidated.

"Are you sure?"

"I’m unsure; let’s try things out."

Director Leng pondered briefly, deciding to proceed as advised.

Jiang Cheng, with the thermoses, transformed back into a busy little bee.

After a day’s interviews, the students were mostly placed into classes.

The selected individuals possessed foundational skills; however, their skills varied greatly, requiring teachers during this special training period to align and elevate their proficiency.

At 5 PM, Jiang Cheng accompanied several teachers to have dinner at the cafeteria, sitting beside Teacher Qi and Teacher Cao and listening reverently to Teacher Cao’s stories.

After Teacher Cao finished, Jiang Cheng applauded enthusiastically, her eyes filled with admiration, as if she heard a life-changing story.

With perfect timing, Jiang Cheng smoothly took over the conversation, prompting another teacher to naturally recount his past tales.

Everyone shared stories, slowly immersing in relaxation.

When Director Leng returned to the cafeteria, he almost thought he entered the wrong place.

Were these the same teachers from the cold morning session?

"It has to be Jiang Cheng indeed."

Director Leng peered from the entrance without disturbing their favorable atmosphere.

A dinner feast extended over two hours in the cafeteria.

When the group of teachers boarded the bus, they eagerly called out to Jiang Cheng.

"Jiang, sit here with me!"

"Jiang Cheng, over here!"

"Why sit over there when it’s better here with me!"

The last to board, Jiang Cheng stood in the middle front, resembling a tour guide.

"Thank you, teachers, for your kind admiration; why don’t we sing together."

Jiang Cheng pulled out a microphone from behind her, making swoosh sounds, and then led everyone.

"Unity is strength...sing along!"