The teachers from the foreign exchange store didn’t leave; they wanted to see if Ivan would fall for such a simple trick.

The result was obvious since Ivan really came back.

Not only did he return, but he also bought quite a few valuable pieces of porcelain.

These porcelains are worth a lot.

Selling them back in Country M would definitely make a profit; it just depends on Ivan’s sales method.

Jiang Cheng didn’t intend to trick Ivan into buying fake goods; the foreign exchange store doesn’t have any fake products.

She just used Ivan’s case to prove the arrogance of many foreigners in front of Hua Xia.

After discovering the teachers’ timidity yesterday, Jiang Cheng had already figured out this situation.

With Director Leng’s cooperation, they set up a scheme to lure the most annoying Ivan into the foreign exchange store, mainly to let these teachers experience it firsthand.

At this moment, the tool Ivan, carrying his purchased porcelains, left, and all the teachers came out again.

However, instead of speaking here, they all returned to the bus together.

Jiang Cheng, Teacher Cao, and Teacher Qi were already waiting on the bus.

Once everyone was seated, the bus started.

Jiang Cheng stood up once again in the aisle of the bus, facing all the teachers, waiting for their questions.

"Teacher Cao, please go ahead."

Jiang Cheng invited the hand-raising Teacher Cao.

Teacher Cao stood up, puzzled, asked, "Jiang Cheng, Ivan fell for such a simple trick?"

"Teacher Cao, you find it simple because you have five thousand years of Hua Xia history in your heart."

Jiang Cheng’s words were not without reason.

Future famous foreign strategies TV shows, holding a banquet, made Hua Xia people feel incredible.

Such a simple ploy, how did they fall for it? How could there be no defense whatsoever?

"Colleagues, when making any plan, we must analyze our opponent."

"Ivan is arrogant and instinctively rejects Hua Xia people, but once he accepts that the other is from the same nation, he quickly accepts their viewpoint."

"Moreover, people like Ivan who dislike Hua Xia wouldn’t be here for Hua Xia’s history; it’s driven by interests."

"So, our scheme succeeded."

After Jiang Cheng’s explanation, the teachers pondered deeply.

The history teachers felt an even greater sense of duty.

Next, there was no need for Jiang Cheng to brainwash or persuade; the teachers began scheduling classes themselves.

The enthusiasm was high, a world apart from yesterday’s "near-death pale" atmosphere.

The bus returned to the class location, all teachers automatically split into groups, committing themselves wholeheartedly to work.

Jiang Cheng perfectly blended in, appearing whenever a teacher needed her.

That day, dinner only happened after Jiang Cheng reminded and urged the teachers.

The dining speed was like a whirlwind, and after it ended, the teachers voluntarily worked overtime until eleven-thirty in the evening and still didn’t want to stop.

Finally, Jiang Cheng pulled the switch, and the teachers genuinely thought there was a power outage, each going to Director Leng to report the situation.

All Director Leng could do besides smiling and agreeing was self-reflection.

Fortunately, the teachers went back to rest.

Tomorrow marks the official start of classes.

The next morning, gathering at five.

The teachers didn’t waste any time; they boarded the bus and planned to head to the school first to work a bit before saying anything.

Jiang Cheng, the "king of the inner world," was completely inconspicuous next to the enthusiastic teachers.

At seven-thirty, the first class began.

All the students assigned to classes realized that once the class started, there wasn’t even time to fidget, let alone pick up a pencil or eraser.

The teachers raced against time, eager to pour a brainful of knowledge out, hoping students would learn it instantly.

No matter how they taught, it still felt too little, not enough.

Within just two class periods, none of the students dared to relax.

Going from one classroom to another, heads down, not wasting a moment even while walking down the corridors.

Not to mention eating and bathroom time.

The entire school was enveloped in a "study till you die, learn till you’re crazy" atmosphere.

In this serious learning environment, before the start of the third period, a loud voice came from the loudspeaker downstairs.

"Students, teachers, please gather downstairs!"

Jiang Cheng shouted with the loudspeaker seven or eight times, and when all the teachers and students were downstairs, she shouted again, "Please stand according to the ground marking class names, in order of height, shorter ones in front, taller ones behind, in two rows."

Everyone was an adult and quickly lined up.

Holding the loudspeaker, Jiang Cheng stood on a temporary platform in front, gesturing upward.

"Music, start!"

"Students, teachers, combining work and rest will make our brains more flexible."

"So, let’s do exercises together!"

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the music started, and Jiang Cheng began to dance in front.

No one moved.

Jiang Cheng remained unfazed, holding the loudspeaker: "Teachers not doing it, no electricity tonight."

"Students not doing it, no stamps when training ends."

With these two sentences, students started moving briskly, and teachers first surprised, then smiled helplessly.

It turns out yesterday’s power outage was orchestrated by Jiang Cheng.

The teachers’ tolerance for Jiang Cheng was very high.

They were all once the smartest ones, seeing through Jiang Cheng’s actions over the past two days.

They exchanged glances, finally shaking their heads with a smile, and started following Jiang Cheng’s moves with the music.

Seeing this, Jiang Cheng got even more excited.

After fifteen minutes of exercise, Jiang Cheng let teachers and students return.

That and no doubt, after this activity, the brain seemed clearer.

The next third and fourth period, Jiang Cheng didn’t stir trouble.

At noon, the teachers gathered in a room for lunch, and Jiang Cheng was among them.

Teacher Qi, as a representative, first formally thanked Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng quickly supported Teacher Qi, repeatedly saying, "I don’t deserve it, really don’t deserve it!"

After helping Teacher Qi up, she smiled and reintroduced herself.

"Dear teachers, I’m not very good at teaching basic courses, but I can role-play."

"I’m proficient in eight languages, somewhat familiar with three, for daily communication, adding up to eleven, I’m willing to play foreigners from eleven countries for students to practice live translation."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the teachers were stunned.

"How many did she say just now?"

"Seemed like eleven?"

"Old Qin knows six! Is eleven possible?"

The teachers’ discussions and doubts were loud, Jiang Cheng humorously responded, "You truly don’t treat me as an outsider."

Relaxed teachers were very quick with words.

"You’re not an outsider; self-deprecation isn’t your nature."

"It’s okay, you already danced the dance this morning; what else are you embarrassed about."

After the jokes, Teacher Qi, once again representing all teachers, asked, "Jiang Cheng, is what you said true?"