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

Chapter 34 Enemies meet on a narrow road
Meng Youyou's heart was pounding, her breathing gradually became uncontrollable and erratic, and her palms were sweating.

A sentence suddenly flashed into her mind: "Eye contact is a spiritual kiss between humans, devoid of lust."

At this moment, however, Meng Youyou only wanted to refute it: "Bullshit, no desire at all! My brain is practically mush."

She pushed Huo Qingshan away forcefully, breathing in the air that was no longer overly tainted with the man's scent, like a fish that had been deprived of oxygen returning to water.

After being pushed away, Huo Qingshan stood aside, calmly adjusting his breathing.

After a moment of reflection, Meng Youyou realized that the current thorny problem was still unresolved. While brainstorming, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and secretly cheered herself up before trying to trick him: "Didn't you only give me 16 points on the 'Translator Work Evaluation Feedback Form' a few days ago?"

Huo Qingshan's eyes widened in surprise upon hearing this, and he raised an eyebrow slightly: "How did you know?"

"Holy crap, it really is you!"
I originally wanted to find a pretext to cover things up and package the social event as a misunderstanding, but now it seems you weren't wronged!

Despite his complicated feelings, he maintained a questioning tone on the surface, as if he knew the truth: "For the section on foreign negotiation and coordination ability, you can give me 4 points. My actions that night were indeed inconsiderate, and I accept that score."

But why did you only give me a score of 4 in the teaching methods and content section? Do you think my lesson was bad?

Huo Qingshan wasn't entirely convinced by this explanation. His eyes were full of accusation, and instead of answering, he asked, "Is that why?"

Meng Youyou kept fiddling with the fabric on the side of her pants, but her tone remained firm: "That's right, you know I'm very vengeful."

I was just holding a grudge against you for giving me such a low score, so I wanted to get revenge secretly. I whispered something in Commander Wang's ear and got him to put your name on the report.

After saying this, Meng Youyou immediately slid to her knees, her face filled with a repentant expression, and condemned herself: "But I regretted it the next day. I live in deep self-blame every day. I hate myself. How could I be so blinded by greed and do such a despicable thing just because others gave me a low score?"

I truly regret it! I really, really regret it! Battalion Commander Huo, please forgive me, considering this is my first offense.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed on the verge of tears, Huo Qingshan had a strong feeling that she was faking it, but he couldn't bring himself to say a harsh word.

Huo Qingshan was somewhat puzzled, as this was not his usual style.

He sighed deeply, didn't pursue the matter further, and simply said, "Let's not let it happen again."

The tone of his words did not convey the firmness that Huo Qingshan desired, and Huo Qingshan was once again in distress...

Seeing that things were going well, Meng Youyou immediately nodded obediently, eager to put the matter of her plotting against him behind his back on paper as soon as possible.

Meng Youyou watched as the man in front of her turned and walked towards the door, seemingly about to leave the office.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his sweat with his hand while thinking to himself, "That was close! Luckily, I was quick-witted!"

Meng Youyou even wanted to give herself a perfect score for her ability to adapt to unexpected situations.

The man placed his hand on the doorknob, but instead of turning the handle, opening the door, going out, and finally closing it as Meng Youyou had expected, he put his hand down and turned to walk back in her direction.

Meng Youyou's heart jumped into her throat again.

"No way, it's not over yet?"

Fortunately, Huo Qingshan stopped three steps away from Meng Youyou this time, and his tone returned to his usual calm and indifferent mode: "I wrote my personal opinions on the back of that evaluation feedback form, which you may not have seen."

The scores I gave in each column of the form were objective, fair, and based solely on the facts; they were not influenced by any personal emotions or grudges.

After a pause, he added, "The reason I only gave you 4 points in the teaching methods and content section is because I think your teaching content does not meet the actual working needs of the border troops."

As far as I know, your transfer order only states a six-month term, yet up to now, the only Mang language our soldiers know is 'How's the weather today?' 'How old are you?' and 'What's your favorite fruit?'.

Clearly, your current teaching content is not very targeted. This model might be suitable for use in schools, but it cannot improve soldiers' basic foreign language application skills for real-world work scenarios in a short period of time.

Meng Youyou felt so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

I'm truly ashamed now. "How could I have thought of directly applying the school's educational model here???"

I am guilty!

Thank you for being so kind as to give me 4 points; I should have gotten 0.

Meng Youyou's face turned completely red with embarrassment, and she asked somewhat shyly, "Then can I go with you to the checkpoint or patrol team for a couple of days next time? That way I can know more accurately what kind of content you need to learn."

After saying that, he immediately raised his right hand as if to swear: "I promise that this time I will follow orders, not act on my own initiative, and will definitely not delay your normal work!"

Huo Qingshan was somewhat surprised by this, but he still agreed: "Okay."

……

The weekend arrived quickly as scheduled.

The social event was planned for the entire day, including both indoor and outdoor activities, from morning till night.

Meng Youyou sat in the dressing room, where a makeup artist specially arranged by the organizers was doing her makeup.

Everything went black!
"Wow! Those bright red lips? Bright red blush? And those thick black eyebrows!"

Is this serious?

Isn't this a bit too festive?

Meng Youyou asked timidly, "Sister, is this bridal makeup?"

Upon hearing this, the makeup artist looked smug and said proudly, "You noticed? I'm not bragging, but I've done makeup for countless brides in this area. Whenever a family is getting married, they specifically ask me to do their makeup."

Among makeup artists in this field, I dare say I'm second to none.

Meng Youyou: "..."

The makeup artist started talking non-stop: "...I'm almost done with your makeup. I have to rush to the next event later. I have another bridal makeup to do this morning."

……

After the makeup artist left, Meng Youyou looked at her own lifeless face in the mirror and began to question her existence.

Why can't I laugh?

With a little time before the event started, Meng Youyou prepared to go out and buy a bottle of baby oil to salvage her disastrous makeup.

Who knew that as soon as she stepped out of the dressing room, she would run into Huo Qingshan at the corner of the corridor.

Huo Qingshan was a little hesitant to recognize Meng Youyou at first glance... she looked somewhat like her... but not quite.

His mouth opened and closed, his expression strange.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou became somewhat frantic and immediately gave a fierce order: "No laughing!"

Her fierce gaze, combined with her current makeup, made her look even more comical.

Upon hearing the voice and confirming it was indeed her, Huo Qingshan couldn't help but suppress a laugh, clenching his right fist and pressing it to his lips.

However, his constantly shaking shoulders betrayed his "excessively joyful" mood at that moment.

Meng Youyou stomped her foot angrily and ran away.

The second day of the second round of competition for "The Female Translator of the 80s" is here! We hope you will all give it your support!
I'll keep reading these next few days~