I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Chen uttered his last few words.

"How about we demonstrate?"

Teacher Ma's shiny, chubby face trembled, and the fat on his neck shook.

The man stood there for a moment, then let out a shrill laugh.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with his index finger and glanced at him sideways.

"Compare me? Mr. Jiang, are you kidding me?"

This is exactly the kind of stepping stone that comes to our doorstep. In front of the camera, we can trample these peasants into the ground, and when they return to school, they'll have ready-made recruitment brochures.

He raised his voice.

"Alright! Let's have a competition!"

He turned around and waved to the cameraman behind him, then forcefully chopped down with his thick palm in mid-air.

"Did you all hear that? Set up the camera properly! Aim it straight!"

He straightened his chest, his face slightly flushed with excitement.

"Today, I will show the entire nation what true elite education is, and what utterly hopeless corruption is!"

The assistant quickly operated the system, sending the live stream link to the Eton Elementary School parents' group with the title "Entering the Countryside: A Real-World Clash Between Class and Education."

The desks in the multimedia classroom were pulled apart, and two groups of children sat facing each other.

The students on the left are from the city.

They stood upright, their fingers neatly placed on their knees, their brows furrowed in indifference.

The child from Jiangjia Village is sitting on the right.

Jiang Xiaoshan's stool was covered in yellow sand, and his companions beside him were fidgeting, their eyes darting back and forth between the projector and the white screen above them.

The text scrolling across the screen was densely packed.

[Haha, Teacher Ma is so mean! Isn't this a public execution?]

Look at those country kids, they're like they've never seen the world before. They probably don't even know all the ABCs of English, right?

[My heart aches for my son. Being in the same classroom as kids like that lowers his standards.]

Teacher Ma stared at his phone screen, his face contorted with even more wrinkles.

He cleared his throat and stopped beside a blond, blue-eyed mixed-race boy.

"John, stand up."

He patted the boy on the shoulder, his gaze sweeping across the other side.

"Let's show these kids in the countryside what authentic London English sounds like and broaden their horizons."

The mixed-race boy stood up straight, his chin held high.

He didn't look across, but his lips moved slightly as he uttered fluent words with a West End London accent, reciting ancient verses.

"ShallIcomparetheetoasummer'sday?......"

The pronunciation is melodious, and the tone rises and falls with the verses.

As soon as the words were spoken, the accompanying teachers raised their hands, and applause echoed in the classroom.

The text on the screen scrolled faster.

[Fantastic! This accent is even more authentic than my British tutor!]

[As expected of my son! This is how a nobleman should behave!]

Teacher Ma withdrew her gaze and turned to stare at Jiang Chen.

"President Jiang, how is it?"

He deliberately amplified his voice.

"Can the children in your village understand even a few words?"

He took two steps forward.

"Should I have John translate this into Chinese for you?"

Jiang Huixin's knuckles clenched tightly as she made to stand up, but Jiang Chen reached out and pressed her down.

Jiang Chen didn't look at that provocative face.

He closed his eyes and summoned the control panel in his mind.

"System, activate the [Intellectual Enlightenment Aura]. Scope: Jiang's Hope Primary School; Target: All students registered in Jiangjia Village!"

[Ding! Intermediate Intelligence Aura activated! Consumes 1000 points! During the aura's duration, the designated target's intelligence level is temporarily increased by 500%, granting mastery of all languages ​​and subjects!]

A faint light swept through the air.

The children on the right, who had been scratching their heads and ears, suddenly froze and stopped moving.

The previous confusion in their eyes has faded, replaced by a clear light.

Those unfamiliar symbols and grammar were rapidly reorganized in my mind, becoming simple and easy to understand.

Jiang Chen's smile held a hint of amusement.

He pointed to the boy in the front row who had been picking his nose earlier.

"Xiaoshan, stand up."

Jiang Chen crossed his arms.

"Respond to this young foreigner from the city in a foreign language."

Jiang Xiaoshan stood up.

The mud on his face was still wet, but his expression calmed down, revealing a sense of composure.

He looked at the mixed-race boy opposite him, speaking clearly with a thick Oxford accent.

Fluent English flowed from the country boy's mouth, and the room fell silent for a moment.

John's arrogance vanished completely, leaving only a blank expression.

This is not over yet.

Jiang Xiaoshan did not rest.

He changed his tone and spoke in French, his voice carrying a hint of languor.

Then he changed his tone slightly and spoke in strict, rigid German.

He put his hands behind his back, tilted his head back, and began to read in Russian.

"The most precious thing a person has is life, and each person only has one life..."

Various languages ​​flowed smoothly from his lips.

The classroom was completely silent.

Everyone stood frozen in place, staring at the child covered in mud.

Teacher Ma opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound for a long time.

His entourage behind him turned pale and looked at each other in bewilderment.

The chat in the live stream also stopped.

John took two steps back, slumped to the ground, and stared at Jiang Xiaoshan.

How could a kid who spends all day rolling around in the sandpit possibly know so many languages?

What exactly happened?