My strategy failed, so my bestie introduced me to a tough officer.

"Is it still a competition?"

Yun Jiaojiao retracted her mocking look and raised her eyebrows in impatience.

"If you want to compete, hurry up."

"If you don't want to compete, then admit defeat immediately."

"The High-Tech Weapons Research Group is an important department for the country to research new weapons. It's not a place for us to settle personal grudges."

"You two don't like me."

Yun Jiaojiao pointed at Xu Fuyang and Zhang Wanru with contempt in her eyes.

"We can arrange a time and a place, and I'll be there for you."

Yun Jiaojiao's few words earned her several admiring glances.

Lei Wanqing was questioned by Xu Fuyang and his face was originally very bad. After hearing what Yun Jiaojiao said, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of affirmation and appreciation for Yun Jiaojiao.

This girl is decisive, courageous, knows right from wrong, and understands reason.

He is worthy of being the person recommended by Lao Deng himself to the Jiangcheng High-tech Research Institute.

"New comrade Yun said it very well."

"Yes."

"I suddenly feel that Xu Gong and Zhang Wanru are a bit aggressive and overbearing."

"Speak softly, don't let Xu Gong hear you."

Xu Fuyang had already heard it.

His back teeth on both sides were creaking.

Yun Jiaojiao is so good at winning people's hearts.

He really underestimated this woman's ability.

"Compare."

Xu Fuyang took a deep breath, stared at Yun Jiaojiao and spoke loudly.

"Wanru, compete with her."

"Let her know what it means to overestimate one's own abilities."

Qiao Yu is the team leader of the technical translation team.

Qiao Yu is responsible for the content of the competition.

A few minutes later, Qiao Yu handed two identical expired English technical documents to Yun Jiaojiao and Zhang Wanru respectively.

"Comrade Yun Jiaojiao, Comrade Zhang Wanru, the English technical documents in your hands are exactly the same. I'll give you half an hour."

"Hand me the translation in half an hour."

"Please be prepared, I'm about to start the timer."

"Ah."

Yun Jiaojiao nodded at Qiao Yu and sat down in a corner.

Zhang Wanru returned to her workstation as a technical translator.

She held the pen in her hand and glanced at Yun Jiaojiao in the corner, a hint of coldness flashing across her eyes.

The technical translation position belongs to Zhang Wanru, and she will definitely not give this position to Yun Jiaojiao.

"Sister Yu, I've finished translating."

There were three pages of technical documents. Zhang Wanru had just finished translating the first page when Yun Jiaojiao stopped writing and stood up from the corner.

"This is my translation."

Yun Jiaojiao handed the translation to Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu raised his hand and glanced at the time.

Half an hour passed in less than fifteen minutes.

"There are still seventeen minutes until half an hour."

"Check it again."

Qiao Yu didn't even look at Yun Jiaojiao's translation and asked Yun Jiaojiao to sit back and check it.

The technical documents of the high-tech weapons research group contain many professional terms and are difficult to translate. Even for Qiao Yu, the leader of the technical translation team, it takes more than 20 minutes to translate three pages of technical documents.

Yun Jiaojiao stopped writing and handed in the paper after thirteen minutes. Qiao Yu didn't believe that she could translate the three pages of technical documents accurately and without error in such a short time.

"Thank you, Sister Yu."

This was Qiao Yu's good intention.

Yun Jiaojiao was too embarrassed to refuse, so she had to sit back in the corner with the translation, lowered her head, held the pen, and pretended to check it.

Zhang Wanru has been paying attention to Yun Jiaojiao's movements.

When Zhang Wanru heard the conversation between Yun Jiaojiao and Qiao Yu, she rolled her eyes in her heart.

The technical documents of the high-tech weapons research group were full of professional terms, which made her, a senior intellectual with a university graduate, dizzy. How could Yun Jiaojiao, a woman who barely graduated from high school and had never attended college for a day, finish translating them in just over ten minutes?

It's like showing off one's skills in front of Lu Ban.

Insert green onions into the pig's nostrils to pretend to be an elephant.

"Sister Yu, I've finished translating."

At the end of half an hour, Zhang Wanru closed her pen, stood up confidently and handed the translation to Qiao Yu.

"This is my translation, please review it, Sister Yu."

Hearing the noise here, Yun Jiaojiao sat motionless in the corner, with her head down, continuing to pretend to revise the paper seriously, so as to avoid handing it in early and being asked by Qiao Yu to sit back in her original seat for inspection.

Qiao Yu took Zhang Wanru's translation and looked at it carefully.

Although there are several errors in the translation, there are no major problems with the overall translation, which is an improvement over yesterday.

If Zhang Wanru wins, after some training, she should be able to do some simple document translation for the technical team.

After reading Zhang Wanru's translation, although there was no change in Qiao Yu's expression, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Wanru is good at observing people's expressions and she noticed the subtle changes in Qiao Yu's eyes.

That look of satisfaction immediately gave Zhang Wanru more confidence.

Yun Jiaojiao, Qiao Yu has already confirmed me, you are doomed to lose.

"Comrade Yun Jiaojiao."

"It's half an hour."

Half an hour finally ended.

Yun Jiaojiao, who had been sitting in the corner for a long time with a sore back and could no longer pretend, breathed a sigh of relief, quickly closed her pen, and stood up with the translation.

"Sister Yu, let me translate it for you."

Qiao Yu took Yun Jiaojiao's translation and just took a glance at it, a hint of obvious surprise appeared in his eyes.

Regular script fountain pen calligraphy.

Like printed text.

As far as handwriting is concerned, few people in the high-tech weapons research group can match him.

Is this something that can be written by someone who barely graduated from high school and has never attended a single day of college?

With great curiosity and a keen desire to explore, Qiao Yu read Yun Jiaojiao's translation word by word.

After reading three lines of translation, Qiao Yu's mouth corners raised noticeably.

When he was halfway through reading, Qiao Yu's face was already full of smiles.

Zhang Wanru kept looking at Qiao Yu. Seeing the smile on her face becoming more and more obvious and brighter, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Brother Fu Yang, I have tried my best."

"If I lose to Yun Jiaojiao, will you blame me?"

Zhang Wanru reached out and gently tugged at Xu Fuyang's sleeve.

The smile on Qiao Yu's face was so obvious that it was hard for Xu Fuyang not to see it.

Xu Fuyang frowned, his eyes full of disbelief.

Yun Jiaojiao was the worst student in school and had never attended college. Even if she had secretly learned a foreign language behind his back, her language proficiency would not be very high, and she would only know the basics at best.

Wanru is an outstanding student who graduated from Spring City Normal University with a major in foreign languages. It is impossible for Wanru to lose to Yun Jiaojiao.

The smile on Qiao Yu's face doesn't mean anything.

"Isn't the result out yet?"

"Don't be so nervous."

Xu Fuyang took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.

"Yun Jiaojiao has never been to college. She taught herself foreign languages and only knows the basics at best. You graduated from a foreign language major, you are a professional, you can definitely beat her."

"Team Leader Qiao, stop laughing and announce the results of the competition."

Xu Fuyang looked at Qiao Yu fiercely.

"Dean Lei and his colleagues are all waiting for the results of the competition."

After reading Yun Jiaojiao's translation, Qiao Yu reluctantly looked away from it.

When she looked up at Xu Fuyang, a hint of ridicule flashed across her eyes.