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“English Representative, stand up, “Teacher Wang called out when the English period was about to end in ten minutes. “Read out the last paragraph of the second chapter.”

An Xiulan stared at him for a moment but obediently opened the page where she had to readout. She stared at the words written on the paragraph as if she could recognise them at a glance. She started reading out the entire paragraph in a soft tone and at a steady speed.

When she finished reading out the paragraph, she looked up to see her teacher Wang staring at her as if she was a freak.

His jaw was practically dropped in the air.

It wasn’t just Teacher Wang who was looking at her in astonishment but the entire class.

Did she just correctly read out the entire paragraph without any mispronunciations? Teacher Wang was staring at her in amazement._.

‘And her accent! She has an American accent. How could he not notice this.’

Teacher Wang was so happy that he had tears in his eyes. The teachers from other classes made fun of him for having the most advanced knowledge in English but the class he had gotten was the dumbest in the entire school.

He tried to hide his emotions as he  asked the girl, “The paragraph you read, can you translate it into Chinese?”

An Xiulan looked at the book and then she realized that she could understand each word written in the foreign language.

Much to everyone’s shock, she translated the whole paragraph.

Even Han Zixin who was sitting next to her felt that she was possessed by a Ghost. Not just a ghost but an English speaking ghost.

The original Xiulan had spent sixteen years of her life in America. It was natural that she would know the language she had spoken and written for almost thirteen years. When An Xiulan possessed the body of the original owner, she obtained every single skill, learning and experience of the body. Even though our souls don’t remember many things, the body always saves the data.

The human brain is the most amazing and mysterious creation of Almighty God.

Soon,  the bell rang and it was time for another class. Teacher Wang pointed at An Xiulan and asked her that he had something to talk to her about something important and not to be absent in the next class.

“Xiao Lan! You were so amazing!”

[Xiao Lan is an endearment used for Xiulan. Xiao means little. Lan taken from her name.]

“Xiao Lan, if you are good in studies why are you in class Ten K?”

“An Xiulan, how do you know such fluent English? Even my cousin living in Korea can’t speak such fluent English. You are amazing?”

“Idiot, Mona! People of Korea speak Korean, not English.”

“Isn’t it the same thing?”

“No, it’s not!”

“Whatever!”

When all of them were asking questions, someone put a bundle of English novels on An Xiulan’s desk.

Han Zi Xin, who was sitting next to the girl who he believed had her body possessed by an English ghost,  was annoyed when so many students were revolving around his desk. He was comfortable in his old class, at least students were afraid of him,  but here they were considering him one of them.

Dare you, he ain’t a commoner. He was a privileged man. The Big Boss. He wasn’t extraordinary, unlike these peasants.

His gaze fell on the bundle of English novels placed on the desk. He squinted his light brown eyes to look clearly at the two boys sitting on a desk so close to each other that he felt somewhere in his heart that it was an ambiguous position.

Han Zixin looked at the owner of the books.

Qiao Wei was standing before An Xiulan, joining her two hands in a begging posture.

“An Xiulan! I will sell you my soul! Please translate my Yaoi boys for me! Please, this English is a barrier between my love and me.”

If there was something Qiao Wei would leave food and water for, it had to be her novels. Right now, she was ready to do anything just to convince An Xiulan to translate these English novels into Chinese.

An Xiulan shook her head. “Mom says no puppy love in school.”

“Xiuxiu, please. Listen to your Jiejie.” Qiao Wei was practically begging her.

An Xiulan could refuse anything but the words spoken by her mother.

“No. Puppy Love.”