The reverse hand has blocked the eagle training, and from now on, I will no longer learn the language of eagles.

I went to find a Ukrainian teacher to improve my foreign language skills; the experience was truly exhilarating.

At first sight—173 cm tall, slightly shy, dark pupils + soft contours, a strong sense of exoticism.

She spoke broken Chinese, and I stumbled through plastic English; thus began our immersive learning experience. The language didn’t matter; communication relied on 'hand-in-hand'.

I initially thought it would be a strong teaching style, but unexpectedly, her approach was gentle and patient, guiding me step by step.

Once we got to the main topic, she switched to full automatic reading mode, and I excitedly shouted, 'Ura!'.

She suddenly became serious: 'No!'

I instantly transformed into a mistake-making elementary school student, desperately trying to catch up on homework.

Amidst her repeated 'Dakuluo' (in various tones), I finally… completed the course successfully.

It was much more enjoyable than learning the language of eagles; indeed, it was a delightful experience. Here’s a candid photo of the teacher! $ETH