In Zhicai High School, Anming County, Bailu City, in Class 1-18.
On the podium, a middle-aged female teacher with black-rimmed glasses was tirelessly reciting English.
The overwhelming English letters were like a lullaby, causing the students to feel drowsy.
On a table at the back row, a boy with short, messy hair was sound asleep.
His name was Yehong, sixteen years old this year, the worst student among the worst.
Yehong felt like he had been dreaming for a long time.
In the dream, he had been admitted to the best high school in the county, instead of buying his way into Zhicai Private School.
In the dream, his parents praised him endlessly, and he became the "child from another family" spoken highly of by the neighbors.
In the dream, his desk mate, the school beauty, was no longer cold towards him but was always smiling.
In the dream...
Suddenly, a cold and majestic electronic synthesized voice resounded in Yehong's mind!
"Target found... Binding host... God-level Enhancement System successfully bound."
Who was speaking?
And what was the God-level Enhancement System?
The English teacher on the stage frowned and looked at the guy sleeping at the back row, becoming furious.
This student named Yehong ranked last in the entrance test of the whole class. He either read novels or slept during class, completely ignoring her as a teacher.
What made her even more annoyed was that the homeroom teacher arranged for her beautiful daughter to sit next to this poor student!
They called it a "one-on-one student support."
Her daughter had complained several times, saying that Yehong was always staring at her and preventing her from concentrating on her studies.
Thinking of this, the English teacher couldn't help but stop her lecture, and the chalk in her hand flew towards Yehong's head with a "whoosh".
The chalk broke, leaving a few white marks on Yehong's body.
The students in the class were startled by this sudden change and everyone looked in the direction of Yehong.
"Who hit me?!"
Yehong felt the pain and woke up directly from his dream, standing up.
"Poof-"
Laughter instantly erupted among his classmates.
Especially his desk mate, the class beauty Zhang Xuewei. Her pretty face was filled with disdain, wishing to stay away from him.
Yehong was completely awake now.
Yes... There is no such thing as a system in the world... it was all just a dream.
Today is the second week of his high school life, and he is currently in an English class.
Yehong lifted his head and looked towards the podium, his ordinary face revealing a trace of unease.
The gloomy-looking woman on the stage is Yehong's English teacher, Miss Zhang. Despite her old age, she shamelessly asked everyone to call her "Miss."
Miss Zhang knocked on the blackboard and sneered, "Yehong, you sleep so well, huh? Let's see if you can do this translation question. If you can't, then copy it one hundred times!"
Yehong cursed in his heart. This old lady going through menopause was definitely deliberately making things difficult for him!
Even if he was a terrible student, he knew that the translation of the whole sentence would be covered in the next chapter; it was not something that they, freshmen in the first year of high school, could do.
But Yehong had no choice. He had been caught sleeping, so he was at fault.
If he had a bad attitude, his parents would be called in.
Helpless, Yehong had no choice but to walk to the front reluctantly.
There was a whispering among his classmates.
"I don't understand this question myself. How could this loser make it?"
"He deserves it. Who told him to aim so high when he's just a toad wanting to eat swan meat? He should look at his own appearance. How can he have the face to sit next to our class beauty!"
Almost everyone was waiting for Yehong to embarrass himself.
Yehong looked at the English question that looked like a book, gritted his teeth, and was about to admit that he couldn't do it when the voice from his dream sounded in his mind again: "Ding! Check the English words. English ability +1. Current progress: 1/10. Level: Beginner."
Yehong's eyes widened instantly. He clearly hadn't memorized this word, but its meaning appeared vividly in his mind.
This feeling was as if there was an English-Chinese dictionary in his mind!
"What are you daydreaming about, Yehong?" Miss Zhang folded her arms and said disdainfully, "If you can't do it, then get down and copy it one hundred times. Don't waste everyone's time."
"Annoying!" Yehong was annoyed by the nagging and couldn't help but shout.
"You, how dare you defy the teacher!" Miss Zhang was so angry that her glasses almost flew off. "Fine! Let's see how you can do this question!"
The students in the class were shocked by Yehong's outburst and immediately started discussing in whispers.
"Is Yehong crazy? Such an arrogant attitude!"
"He's just frustrated. Let's see how he ends up later."
Everyone's attention was focused on Yehong.
Yehong was not nervous at all. He shifted his gaze to the next word.
As expected, the voice rang out again: "Ding! Check the English word. English ability +1..."
Yehong followed the same procedure, scanning through a whole sentence.
"Ding! English ability +1..."
"Ding! English ability +1..."
"Ding! Current progress: 11/100, English ability upgraded to: Proficient."
In that instant, Yehong felt as if he had entered another world.
It was as if a divine realization had suddenly struck him, and a warm stream surged through his mind.
Those difficult English words became instantly understandable.
The translation of the whole sentence appeared clearly in his mind.
Until this moment, Yehong was convinced that the system that was only supposed to exist in novels had actually descended upon him one day!
Yehong revealed a confident smile, picked up the chalk, and quickly wrote on the blackboard.
Less than ten seconds later, Yehong had finished translating the sentence.
"H-How... How did you do it?!"
"It's impossible! He must be making it up!"
The students still didn't believe in Yehong's ability.
Yehong casually tossed the chalk into the box, clapped the dust off his hands, and looked at Miss Zhang, who was still in a daze, saying calmly, "Miss Zhang, although this kind of question is too simple for me, I still have to say that you shouldn't give us flawed questions in the future."
After saying that, he pointed at a certain word on the blackboard, "This word 'interesting' should obviously be changed to the past tense 'interested' for accuracy."
"Ah, uh, um..."
Miss Zhang seemed to have just come to her senses. She glanced at the standard answer for this question in the textbook but found that Yehong's answer was even more perfect than the standard answer!
Even more exaggeratedly, Yehong could accurately point out the flaw in the sentence!
It must be noted that the chief editor of this textbook was a professor from a prestigious university!
Yehong was no longer an ordinary person; he was a genius in English!
Miss Zhang suddenly realized this and understood why he was completely uninterested in her class. With this level of ability, he could go straight to college entrance examinations.
Her face turned red, and she felt ashamed, saying, "Yehong, you did it completely right. Go back to your seat and let's continue the class."
"Hiss-"
All the students in Class 1-18 were shocked and took a deep breath.
How was this possible?!
This loser actually did the whole question perfectly!
Yehong casually turned around and walked back to his seat.
As he looked at the complicated gazes of his classmates, Yehong couldn't help but feel deeply moved.
Before going up to the podium, Yehong felt that he and these people were not from the same world.
Because he was just a loser.
After coming down from the podium, Yehong still felt that he and these people were not from the same world.
Because in his eyes, they had all become losers.
After returning to his seat, Yehong found that his desk mate, Zhang Xuewei, had secretly passed him a note.
It said: How did you do it?
Yehong turned his head and found that Zhang Xuewei's face was slightly red, and her body unconsciously leaned closer to Yehong.
The boys who saw this scene around them had flames of jealousy in their eyes.
Yehong sneered in his mind. Yesterday, you didn't care about me at all, but today I'll let you experience what it means to be out of my league!
(End of this chapter)