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The president, dressed in formal attire, spoke American English to Mike at the table. His every move was projected onto the big screen through the projector, and also onto the computers in front of the judges.

They were unable to pinpoint Yang Hong's strengths and weaknesses accurately, but they could roughly guess what was good or bad. The referees were different, they needed to carefully recognize Yang Hong's performance and look at the score given by the computer software, to give a reasonable score.

Soon, 5 minutes of simultaneous interpretation was completed. Instead of announcing his score immediately, the professors told everyone to announce it when the match was over.

The alternate interpreter was standing in the clearing because he was testing the image of a translator and the quality of his speech and manners.

This time, some of the old Tai Dou's team took turns to translate it. First, two professors came out, one of them acting as a foreigner and the other as a Chinese, mimicking the scene of the translation.

The reason why they chose this method of competition was to add interest and liveliness to the competition.

At the start of the competition, Yang Hong performed pretty well, which meant that he had some basic professional skills. But as he slowly translated, one of the old professor squeezed Yang Hong's hand.

Yang Hong held back in bewilderment, he did not have time to think too much about it, because translation required an immense amount of attention, so he continued to translate.

After the competition was over half the time, Yang Hong's performance was still not bad.

In the arena, three people were chatting and laughing with Yan Yan Yan, when one of the "foreign friends" suddenly released his grip on Yang Hong and fell to the ground.

Yang Hong was almost used to being pinched by him, but the pain suddenly disappeared and he was in a trance for a while. Then, with a plop, the "foreign friend" lay on the ground.

Yang Hong's face instantly paled from fright. He anxiously asked: "Professor, professor, are you alright? Hurry up Manager, the professor fainted. "

As he shouted, he crouched down and tried to pinch the unconscious professor, "Hurry and save him, hit 120!"

When all the staff in the translation department saw that the professor had fainted, they panicked and got up to run over.

One or two trembling hands made a call to the ambulance.

"The match is over."

The manager's cold voice resounded through the room, "Foreign friends?"

He also sat up with a normal face, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Everyone: "..."

Yang Hong was stunned and asked the first question: "Professor, are you alright?"

The fainted professor stood up, slapping his butt and glancing at him. Yang Hong felt that those eyes were looking at an idiot with a stupefied expression.

The manager said, "Alright, everyone go back to your seats. The professor is fine, he's just simulating the situation that happens when the opportunity arises in the course of diplomacy and then testing everyone's ability to react on the spot. Everyone knows that the ability to react randomly is also the most important ability of our translators."

"Yang Hong, your interpretation will never pass. Go back and sit, next one."

Yang Hong was speechless.

He tried to defend himself, "Then I really thought that the professor was sick. Who would have thought that all of you would be so realistic?"

A voice came from the judging area, "How stupid, did you see us old men being so healthy? I couldn't even tell if I was lying to you. "

The room suddenly became quiet as a row of crows flew over everyone's heads.

Yang Hong did not know whether to laugh or cry. Wiping away his cold sweat, he stood up and said, "Alright, alright, alright. However, this junior truly admires your acting skills! "

Everyone burst into laughter. The host and judges could not hold back their laughter.

"Hahaha, Yang Hong, you're still too young!"

Yang Hong laughed as he nodded and waved his hand, "Isn't this funny? The situation was too sudden, I was caught unprepared."

Another round of laughter.

A man wearing black-framed glasses jokingly said, "Teachers, how much are your acting expenses? You're really professional, and your acting skills are too similar."

The old professor, who had just fainted, turned green and red, "Alright, be quiet. We will show you anything that can happen at random. It is to test your reactions, especially if you want to talk." Everyone get nervous, get ready! "

The bespectacled man who had been singled out for criticism did not get angry. Similarly, he felt that he had merely been guided a little by the teachers.

Only after a long period of discipline from the manager did everyone quiet down. After experiencing the previous farce, everyone's mood relaxed.

After that, several people went up on stage. Their languages were all different. Fortunately, these teachers could speak many languages, and English was only the most basic one. Moreover, they could complement each other, so it was very easy for the referee.

However, although everyone was in the same department, their levels of translation were different.

Those who were directly killed during the simultaneous interpretation were either unable to keep up with the speed of translation, unable to express their meaning clearly, or were given up due to the rookie's lacking mental fortitude.

And the reason for the pass loss in the alternating interpretation phase is even more interesting.

Because Yang Hong was a former example, everyone had been extremely focused in these five minutes, waiting for the old professors to come up with something.

While one of them was in the midst of translating, two of them suddenly started cursing and even started attacking each other. That person used all his wisdom to pull the two of them apart, but he still managed to make the two of them part from each other.

There were also some old professors who did not make any mistakes, while he quietly translated the entire process, causing everyone to be extremely envious. How could he have such a good life!

There were a few that were special because his performance was not satisfactory to the old professors, so he was too lazy to play any tricks on them.

Yu Xinrou and Wan Guo sat on the left and right side of the stage.

Yu Xinrou quietly pulled her hand, and said softly: "Go for it!"

Wan Guo was extremely nervous in his heart. He frowned as he looked at Yu Xinrou, who was resolutely cheering for her, and tightly held her hand. Then, he stood up and walked over.

Her performance had not been particularly bad. In short, everything had gone smoothly, and she was only waiting for the final result.

When it was Yu Xinrou's turn, it was already close to 4 o'clock. It was roughly estimated that 10 people had directly failed, and there were 6 other people behind her.

Yu Xinrou tidied up her clothes and walked over to the location of the simultaneous interpretation.