Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Weren’t You Supposed to Be in School?
System: “Of course, there are outstanding talents in every age group, and there are not a few whose intelligence is higher than yours at this stage, Host. Merely enhancing your memory is not enough, as composition requires thinking. True geniuses develop in a balanced manner in all aspects.”.
Jiang Mianmian sighed, “I’m just a fake genius, nowhere close to a real genius.”
She had tried so hard and even had high-tech help.
Seeing her disheartened expression, the system quickly encouraged her, “But with this system here, it won’t be long before you become a real genius!”
Jiang Mianmian allocated the 9 intelligence points she had obtained to her thinking. From the 10 intelligence points she had received in second grade, except for 2 that she added to her observation, the rest also went to her memory.
Observation (200): 104
Imagination (200): 102
Average intelligence value: 112.4 (High intelligence 110-120)
Seeing that she now belonged to the higher intelligence category, Jiang Mianmian felt considerably less frustrated.
A week later, on the day of school registration, Jiang Changhai carried his daughter on his back and headed out the door with one yuan of school fees.
The neighbors saw them and asked, “Eldest Jiang, are you really taking your daughter to school?”
“Taking my girl to take the exam. Haven’t you heard what Aibao said? My girl is made for schooling!” Jiang Changhai said with a beaming smile. Although he was carrying Jiang Mianmian, his steps were light, and Zhiwen and Zhiwu followed by his side.
Someone enviously said, “When the three of you get to eat commercial grain, don’t forget about us locals!”
Others were skeptical, “It’s not certain yet; there are even kids from the city who make it to high school.”
A flurry of discussions ensued.
Jiang Mianmian buried her face in her dad’s back, rubbing against his sturdy and reliable back, and whispered, “Dad, let’s go.”
The day had broken early, and with a light breeze blowing, the dirt road was empty.
Two boys picked up a stick from the ground and swung it through the air, laughing and goofing around.
Zhiwu, carrying a dirt-yellow backpack, cocked his head to look at Jiang Changhai, “Uncle, can San Ya really pass the exam? The questions are always so tough, I even got a zero!”
“She’ll definitely pass. Aibao said Mianmian is very smart!” Jiang Changhai was full of confidence.
After walking a while, Zhiwen spotted a flock of ducks swimming in the river, his eyes lit up, and he nudged Zhiwu, “Let’s go count ducks!”
Zhiwu hesitated for three or four seconds before saying, “Let’s go! Uncle, you go ahead and take San Ya to her exam, we’ll catch up later!”
Seeing that Uncle did not object, the two boys instantly ran off out of sight.
Jiang Mianmian: …What happened to going to school!
Jiang Changhai, tall and long-legged, reached the commune primary school in just over forty minutes.
A yellow dog was tied up in front of the school gate and started barking wildly as soon as it saw Jiang Changhai.
The gatekeeper, Old Man Zheng, chuckled, “Dogs recognize folks, Eldest Jiang, what brings you to school, better not be here to make trouble.”
Jiang Changhai wasn’t upset, he set Jiang Mianmian down, extremely proud, “I’m here to register my daughter.”
“Hello, Uncle,” Jiang Mianmian greeted him politely and sweetly, her clear, bright eyes exuding vivacity.
Old Man Zheng responded, then pointed, “Then go to the office and find the teacher, it’s in the smallest room.”
The so-called commune primary school consisted of several bungalows and a large plot of open dirt land.