In the English book, only less than thirty percent of the content was marked.
He knew the level of English education in rural schools, which was one of the reasons he proposed to teach Shen Mianmian.
Although the English in the book was not difficult, covering just the basics, based on what he knew, Shen Mianmian should not have understood so much. The most update n0vels are published on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕥⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
He raised an eyebrow and asked lightly, "How many points did you score in the final English exam?"
Shen Mianmian was somewhat embarrassed, "Fifty-nine points."
In her class, that was not a low score, but in front of a prodigy like He Nan, it was hardly worth a glance. She feared even mentioning such a score would be an affront to his ears!
"What did you usually score before?" There was no extra expression on He Nan’s face, making his thoughts inscrutable.
"Uh, usually around seven or eight points, occasionally in the teens," Shen Mianmian said awkwardly, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself. Her grades were too embarrassing to mention.
He Nan pondered, "How about the other subjects?"
Was Brother He asking about her past scores, or the current ones?
Her mind raced, and she steeled herself to report both her previous and current scores, then she lowered her head, waiting for the criticism.
With such scores, she was too ashamed to even talk to He Nan about going to university.
In that era, college admission quotas were limited. One needed to outperform many others to have a chance at university.
With her current grades, university was an impossibility, especially since she had only improved this once. To others, she might regress just as quickly.
Her face felt burning hot, as if her chin was glued to her neck, unable to lift her head at all.
Therefore, she didn’t notice the slight flash of surprise in He Nan’s eyes after hearing her score comparison. Seeing her in such distress, he didn’t continue the topic.
He turned the English book to the first page and began to teach Shen Mianmian English.
Shen Mianmian’s focus soon shifted entirely to learning.
For the next hour, what surrounded Shen Mianmian’s ears was the sound of He Nan’s standard British accent. Not only was his reading standard, but his voice was also especially pleasant to listen to.
When he read in English, Shen Mianmian felt as if her ears might become pregnant.
He didn’t just teach her English, but also pronunciation techniques.
Shen Mianmian learned quickly, almost instantly grasping everything He Nan pointed out. She easily mastered the essentials, and the more He Nan taught, the more evident the surprise in his eyes became.
She was far smarter than he had imagined.
The weather was cold and the air dry. After talking for over an hour, Shen Mianmian’s mouth began to feel parched. He Nan seemed to notice this and closed the English book after teaching another syllable.
"Let’s stop here for now. Go over these again at home, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, I’ll teach you next time."
Shen Mianmian obediently nodded and then quickly added, "Brother He, thank you for the financial support for my schooling."
Though no one had explicitly told her, Shen Mianmian knew that she couldn’t have gotten the slot without He Nan’s involvement.
For He Nan, supporting one more student did not make much difference, but for her, it meant everything.
With He Nan’s financial support, no matter her academic performance, she could peacefully complete junior high school.
She also had high school tuition covered. Once the first half of the next year was over, if she scored well, she could break free from Zhou Lanfang’s control.