Chapter 30: Chapter 30: The Genius with a Photographic Memory
Jiang Mianmian could only helplessly raise her hand, “Teacher Lin, I can read it now.”
“Okay, then stand up and read it once for me so teacher can hear,” Lin Aibao wasn’t quite convinced inside, but didn’t say it aloud; she was a patient and good teacher after all.
Jiang Mianmian stood up, quickly read it aloud, and immediately sat back down.
Being a student to such a young girl felt rather embarrassing.
Lin Aibao’s mouth fell open slightly, her face filled with disbelief. She had only taught it once!
Thinking she might have heard wrong, she casually pointed at one of the pinyin and asked, “What is this read as?”
After questioning five times, she finally believed that Jiang Mianmian had indeed remembered it all.
It turned out her father hadn’t lied—San Ya really had a great memory!
After all, when she herself had learned pinyin, it definitely wasn’t this quick!
Lin Aibao swallowed, struggling to maintain a teacher’s composure, “Since you can already read them, let’s learn the tones next. There are four tones to each pinyin. Follow me—”
It really was the teaching mode of a first grader, but what could Jiang Mianmian do? She had to recite along.
But it was just too simplistic and boring. She would rather watch encyclopedias and collections of poems with the system, at least she could lie down comfortably and not strain her voice.
The system came online in a second: “Host, don’t be sad, let’s watch together again tonight.”
Jiang Mianmian: “Thanks, but no plans.”
This cunning system, she wasn’t fooled into thinking it wasn’t quietly increasing the difficulty of the Q&A knowledge. These past years, some questions even involved mathematical equation conversions.
She learned with no joy, while Lin Aibao taught with great relish.
Teaching a smart student was so satisfying; no wonder teachers liked smart students.
Once she started teaching, she just couldn’t stop, but Jiang Mianmian couldn’t help but interject, “Teacher Lin, we’ve been at it for so long, it’s time for a break.”
Only then did Lin Aibao, still longing for more, say, “Then let’s take a twenty-minute break and continue with math next class.”
Seeing her addiction to teaching, Jiang Mianmian, who initially wanted to hold back some, decisively resolved to finish half the book as quickly as possible!
When the Jiang family members finally got off work and came home, Lin Aibao was even more excited than she was: “Uncle, Aunt, Mianmian is a prodigy, she learns everything immediately after being taught!”
“I always knew my daughter was the smartest!” Jiang Changhai immediately puffed out his chest, his face full of pride and self-assurance.
Sun Lixia, however, was full of disbelief: “Aibao, you’re not lying to us, are you?”
It really shouldn’t be true!
The questioned Lin Aibao became somewhat displeased, “Why would I lie to you! Mianmian is even smarter than my father said. I only need to teach her once, and she can recite. Our teacher said that such people are geniuses who never forget what they see.”
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changhai burst into laughter: “Wife, did you hear that? Our daughter is a genius!”
He then ran into the house, picked up his daughter, and tossed her high.
“Ah! Dad, what are you doing?”
Jiang Mianmian was startled at first, but soon couldn’t help but join in the laughter.
Ever since she turned seven, her dad seldom threw her up high anymore, because he wasn’t very strong and was afraid he wouldn’t catch her if she fell.
Su Wanyu also smiled widely, covering her mouth, unabashedly said, “Mianmian came out of my belly; of course, she is as smart as me.”
Yet the old lady was more concerned with the practical issues: “Then do you think San Ya can get into high school?”