Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Chapter 17: I Can’t Speak

"I am a gifted genius!"

The voice was firm and full of rhythm.

Jiang Cheng’s silhouette was as upright as an exuberant young poplar tree, full of vitality, tall and handsome.

Inside the classroom, it was silent as a grave, with stunned faces.

It took several seconds for the students to regain their senses.

"Has she gone mad?"

"So shameless!"

"I heard she didn’t even graduate from elementary school."

"What? She can still enroll in our advanced class?"

"She doesn’t meet the standards of even a literacy class. She’s wasting money if she can’t graduate, and it’s her own doing."

"Ding———"

The classroom fell silent again.

The old lady at the podium put down the blackboard eraser and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was brimming with confidence.

"I’ll test you. If you answer correctly, you continue the class. If not, you go straight home."

The old lady didn’t dismiss her immediately, giving Jiang Cheng a chance.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Jiang Cheng remained full of confidence, and the old lady asked her to translate a sentence from Chinese.

The students in their seats were all staring at Jiang Cheng.

At this moment, most of them hoped Jiang Cheng wouldn’t be able to answer.

He Dan nervously tapped the desk, feeling anxious, thinking: She definitely won’t get it! She definitely won’t get it!

Sun Jiandong at the last row looked grim.

Jiang Cheng must be doing this on purpose.

He had just talked about competing with her yesterday, and now she’s pulling this stunt. She must be trying to drop out.

A coward running away without a fight!

As everyone was waiting, Jiang Cheng loudly spoke up.

"Excuse me, teacher, I cannot speak."

The elderly teacher had a moment of expectation and almost stumbled, quickly regained balance, and looked sharply at Jiang Cheng.

He Dan couldn’t help but smile, Sun Jiandong looked as expected with disdain, and several other students couldn’t help but laugh.

Can’t speak, but this loud?

In terms of audacity, Jiang Cheng was absolutely number one.

"Can’t speak?"

"Teacher, today is my third class, my first Russian class, and I haven’t learned it before."

Jiang Cheng said with confidence, indeed she hadn’t learned in this life.

"However, I still believe I am a gifted genius! I finished reading the textbook in two days, I can write every word and sentence that appears in the book, but I haven’t learned pronunciation yet, thus I can’t speak, please check me!"

Jiang Cheng stood straight as if giving a report.

The old lady, who felt a bit angry initially after hearing Jiang Cheng’s explanation, decided to give her another chance.

Not for anything else, but because translation talents are scarce.

"Alright, come to the front and write."

Jiang Cheng obediently stood at the podium holding chalk.

The old lady stood to the side with the textbook, flipping through and articulating a Chinese translation from the book, asking Jiang Cheng to write the corresponding Russian.

Jiang Cheng immediately started writing on the blackboard, the smooth handwriting just like printing.

Some students held their textbooks to compare.

"Holy cow! It’s exactly the same!"

"Is this real? This is epic!"

"This this this... I would rather believe I’m dreaming."

The old lady’s heart was lifted as well, if true... that would be wonderful.

A language genius, perhaps talented in other languages too.

The old lady was originally a translator, translating many important documents for the country, despite poor health, she persisted in teaching at night school just to train more translation talents for the country.

Although excited, she showed no sign of it, watching Jiang Cheng write then reciting another sentence.

Jiang Cheng, without any pause, consistently wrote down.

Below, He Dan’s mouth was full of a rusty taste.

How could this be?

If Jiang Cheng is indeed a genius, then what does her proud higher education mean? Would Lin Chengyuan regret if he knew?

He Dan’s complex emotions made her chest feel heavy.

Sun Jiandong in the back slowly raised his posture, unwilling to believe, holding the textbook to check.

"Identical!"

"Still identical!"

Above the podium, the old lady remained expressionless, her mind raging.

"Hmm... just continue the class."

"Yes!"

Jiang Cheng returned to her seat in two steps, opened her book, her earnest, unpretentious attitude made the old lady more satisfied.

The class continued, perhaps only Jiang Cheng listened attentively.

In the ringing of the bell, class was dismissed.

The old lady inwardly debated, her movements adjusting the textbook were slow.

Should she express her appreciation of talent now, or test her more?

But what if she ran away during the test?

The teacher remained, below the students dared not move much.

Each one watching the teacher’s actions.

Is this still the teacher who disappeared right when the dismissal bell rang?

And why doesn’t the teacher have her usual toothache expression today?

In an instant, many students glanced at Jiang Cheng.

Hmm?

Is this still the Jiang Cheng who fervently connected with classmates after class every day?

What is she writing so earnestly?

Both acted composed.

The teacher acted calm, Jiang Cheng acted even more composed.

"Teacher."

"Yes!"

Jiang Cheng calls, the old lady immediately responds, faster than ever.

The old lady’s eyes flashed a trace of embarrassment, maintaining a cool demeanor as a teacher, looked at Jiang Cheng.

"Jiang Cheng, do you have a question?"

Jiang Cheng nodded and stood up.

"Teacher, I would like to borrow some Russian books from you."

The old lady heard this, inspiration flashed.

She had a better idea!