“I am a prodigy!”

The words were resounding, with a rhythmic cadence.

Jiang Cheng’s figure stood tall and straight, like a vigorous young poplar, full of vitality, tall and elegant.

The classroom was dead silent, everyone stunned.

A few seconds later, the students snapped out of it.

“Is she crazy?”

“How shameless!”

“I heard she didn’t even finish elementary school.”

“Ah? Then how could she enroll in our advanced class?”

“She doesn’t even meet the requirements for a literacy class. If she can’t graduate after paying her own way, it’s her own fault.”

“Dang—”

The classroom fell silent again.

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

“I’ll test you. If you answer correctly, you can continue the class. If not, go home.”

The old lady didn’t dismiss Jiang Cheng outright and gave her a chance.

“Thank you, teacher!”

Jiang Cheng remained confident. The old lady directly spoke a sentence in Chinese and asked Jiang Cheng to translate it.

The students in their seats all stared at Jiang Cheng.

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

He Dan nervously tapped the desk, her heart in her throat, silently chanting: She definitely can’t answer! She definitely can’t answer!

Sun Jiandong at the back of the room had an ugly expression.

Jiang Cheng must be doing this on purpose.

He had just challenged her to a competition yesterday, and today she pulled this stunt—she must be planning to drop out.

A coward who runs without a fight!!

As everyone waited, Jiang Cheng spoke loudly.

“Report, teacher, I can’t speak.”

The old lady, who had a glimmer of hope, stumbled slightly but quickly steadied herself, her sharp eyes turning to Jiang Cheng.

He Dan couldn’t help but smile, while Sun Jiandong looked both unsurprised and disdainful. Several other students couldn’t hold back their laughter.

Can’t speak, yet so loud?
In terms of boldness, Jiang Cheng definitely takes the crown.

“Can’t speak?”

“Teacher, this is my third class, my first Russian class. I haven’t studied it before.”

Jiang Cheng spoke without a hint of guilt—she truly hadn’t studied it in this lifetime.

“But I still believe I am a prodigy! I finished the textbook in two days. I can write every word and sentence that appears in the book, but I haven’t learned the pronunciation yet, so I can’t speak. Please test me, teacher!”

Jiang Cheng stood straight as if giving a report.

The old lady, who had been somewhat angry, decided to give Jiang Cheng another chance after hearing her explanation.

Not for any other reason, but because translation talent was scarce.

“Alright, come up and write.”

Jiang Cheng obediently stood at the podium, holding a piece of chalk.

The old lady stood to the side with the textbook, flipped through it randomly, and read out a Chinese sentence, asking Jiang Cheng to write the corresponding Russian.

Jiang Cheng immediately began writing on the blackboard, her strokes smooth and fluid, as if printed.

Some students held up their textbooks to compare.

“Holy crap! It’s exactly the same!”

“Is this real? This is amazing!”

“I’d rather believe I’m dreaming.”

The old lady’s heart also lifted slightly. If this was true… then it was wonderful.

A language genius might also be a genius in other languages.

The old lady had been a translator herself, translating many important documents for the country. Now, despite her poor health, she insisted on teaching night classes to train more translation talents for the nation.

Though the old lady was excited, she showed no outward sign of it. After Jiang Cheng finished writing, she read out the next sentence.

Jiang Cheng continued without pause, her writing swift and smooth.

Below the podium, He Dan’s mouth tasted of iron.

How could this be?
If Jiang Cheng really was a genius, what did that make her own proud academic achievements? Would Lin Chengyuan regret his choices if he found out?
He Dan’s emotions were a tangled mess, weighing heavily on her chest.

At the back, Sun Jiandong slowly straightened up, unwilling to believe what he was seeing. He held up his textbook to compare.

“It’s the same!”

“Still the same!”

“Even the curves are identical!”

Sun Jiandong’s slumped shoulders reflected his current mood.

So, the first time he tried to work hard, he hit a brick wall?
Sun Jiandong still clung to a sliver of hope.

It’s fine, it’s just Russian. There are other subjects.

Math, chemistry, physics—those aren’t things you can just memorize from a textbook.

Regaining a bit of confidence, Sun Jiandong forced himself to push down his worries.

By now, the old lady had randomly selected ten sentences, and Jiang Cheng had perfectly answered all of them.

The old lady was satisfied, but there was still one more hurdle: speaking.

“What’s your name?”

Jiang Cheng put down the chalk, turned to the old lady, and said, “Report, teacher, my name is Jiang Cheng.”

“Jiang Cheng, I’ll say a sentence, and you repeat it.”

“Yes!”

The old lady spoke a long sentence in Russian, testing Jiang Cheng.

After finishing, she looked at Jiang Cheng, expecting her to ask for a repeat.

But Jiang Cheng spoke.

She flawlessly repeated the teacher’s words, the pronunciation, the accent—everything was identical, even slightly better.

The old lady’s fingers gripping the book turned white from excitement, but she maintained a calm expression.

“Average. Let’s try again.”

The old lady calmly spoke an even longer Russian sentence.

Jiang Cheng, neither proud nor discouraged, spoke with steady composure.

Her melodious tone, perfect pacing, pleasant voice, and flawless repetition.

Perfect!

Absolutely perfect!
The students who had been questioned earlier began to reflect: No wonder the teacher criticized us earlier! It wasn’t that Russian was hard—it was that we weren’t good enough.

He Dan stared straight at Jiang Cheng’s back, her heart filled with bitterness and shame.

It’s fine. She and Lin Chengyuan have such a good relationship, and they’re already married. Nothing will happen.

From start to finish, He Dan was worried about Jiang Cheng stealing Lin Chengyuan away.

The students below the podium exchanged glances, quietly gossiping.

On the podium, the old lady’s face remained expressionless, but her mind was in turmoil.

“Alright, let’s continue the class.”

“Yes!”

Jiang Cheng took two steps back to her seat, opened her textbook, and continued with a serious, unassuming attitude that further pleased the old lady.

The class continued, but Jiang Cheng was likely the only one truly paying attention.

With the ringing of the bell, class ended.

The old lady’s mind was in turmoil as she slowly packed up her books.

Should she show her appreciation for talent now, or should she test her further?

But what if the testing drives her away?

Since the teacher hadn’t left, the students below didn’t dare move much.

They all watched the teacher’s movements.

Was this the same teacher who used to disappear before the bell even finished ringing?
And why didn’t she have that pained expression today?

In an instant, many students turned their eyes to Jiang Cheng.

Huh?
Was this the same Jiang Cheng who used to chat enthusiastically with classmates after class?
What was she writing so seriously about?
Both of them were putting on an act.

The teacher acted calm, and Jiang Cheng acted even calmer.

“Teacher.”

“Yes!”

Jiang Cheng called out, and the old lady responded immediately, her voice faster than ever.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in the old lady’s eyes, but she maintained her aloof demeanor as a teacher and looked at Jiang Cheng.

“Do you have a question, Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng nodded and stood up.

“Teacher, I’d like to borrow some Russian books from you.”

Hearing this, the old lady had a flash of inspiration.

She had a better idea!