Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Skipping Class
From one perspective, the theory of the Professor of Four Countries wasn’t wrong.
At many times, intelligence alone can’t solve everything; even a super high IQ of 209 won’t allow you to suddenly master a foreign language you’ve never encountered before, but—notice, this is a term filled with dramatic twists, and I love using this word—but, Pandora was not merely a little brainy genius.
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She also owned a set of data sharing systems constantly connected to an up-to-date database and hundreds of Subordinate Commanders uploading various kinds of knowledge non-stop.
This led to…
In the meantime, Little Loli stood up expressionlessly, amid the glances of anticipation or sympathy from those around her, and delivered a two-minute speech in flawless Berlin accent at the speed of three words per second.
And then I saw the face of the Professor of Four Countries turn utterly sullen and dark.
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Although my average IQ and merely decorative German grades stopped me from understanding what little sister had just said, one thing was for sure: Pandora definitely wasn’t complimenting anyone.
By asking the enthusiastic Audience A sitting in front of us, I managed to roughly comprehend the tongue-twister she spewed.
To put it subtly, it involved describing the opponent’s intellect in various ways to achieve a sense of superiority in IQ…
Bluntly, it was: You idiot!
Such words were indeed in keeping with the prideful Pandora ha…
The face of the Professor before me turned completely sullen for a long time until he finally exploded, launching a fluent English tirade paired with an righteous expression at the arrogant Little Loli across him.
Pandora, still without expression, retorted for three minutes in even more fluent London accent.
Then the professor became irate beyond control, and a loud Japanese sentence brought the classroom atmosphere to its climax—though I already saw an uneasy expression emerge on the professor’s darkened face.
Pandora evaluated the professor’s intellect again with a three-minute impromptu Japanese speech.
Then Mr. Four Countries said something once more before completely losing steam—it’s easy to understand why. When someone continuously cusses at you in various languages, as a man proud of mastering four languages, using the same language you’ve just used would be utterly embarrassing. Since it’s embarrassing either way, better to keep silent and save energy.
During the next thirty-plus minutes until the class ended, we genuinely witnessed what a real international swearing storm looked like. The girl unleashed an unceasing and unemotional tirade, using English, German, Japanese, French, Russian, Korean, Yugoslavian, Egyptian, even Xyrin, Heavenly, Demon, some world’s Elf, Elf, Dwarf languages, and dialects from who knows what out-of-the-way corners of the universe in a relentless saturation attack on Mr. Four Countries (bet you’re gasping after reading this sentence, right?). I estimate if the class-bell hadn’t rung she could have continued without duplication until the dawn of the next day—and that’s a conservative guess.
The moment the school bell rang, I distinctly saw the entire figure of the Professor of Four Countries physically crumple.
It’s likely he won’t escape the shadow of today in his lifetime.
This time, the people around truly observed Pandora with eyes you would use to watch a monster, a twelve-year-old Loli who could smear a professor using dozens of languages in class. Wherever you throw her, that’s a blindingly brilliant pearl!
I reached out and grabbed Pandora’s super smooth cheek, kneading it like dough, muttering under my breath, “Damn, little brat, you really stole the show this time…”
Pandora looked up at me, then lowered her head and launched a headbutt attack on my chest.
“If only I had such mighty intellect, no need to worry about credits…” Perpetually diligent and tragically pathetic Liu Feng was amazed by Pandora, yet his tone was filled with clear envy; obviously this tragedy who would have bound himself in a library given a chance and yet consistently ranked last in the school begrudgingly envied this genius girl who came late, daydreamed, snacked, and coquettishly hid in her brother’s arms everyday. In his jealousy, he also continually fantasized about someday having such a powerful brain.
Keep being tragic, buddy, you know with hemorrhoids that humans’ brains can’t keep up with a quantum computing core…
After successfully knocking down a professor, Pandora was clearly in an excellent mood, I could almost feel the cheers and jubilation from deep within the little girl, just like a mischievous little sister finding her favorite toy.
Ever since spending more time with Lin Xue, the source of infection, Pandora started enjoying messing with people more—well, that’s a good thing, much better than constantly thinking about how to wipe out the Pacific Fleet.
Thus, the next two classes became the hell for those professors who prided themselves on hanging degrees and medals all over.
The mental pressure brought by a full-domain expert, who could discuss any human-researched theory in fifty-eight languages, was certainly unbearable for those professors. They must have been cursing under their breath. Clearly, they were two special students who had been told they could attend classes freely, and yet they chose to come here and cause chaos. Wasn’t that just asking for trouble?
Heaven knows, I just wanted to experience the legendary university life. The troublemaker was Pandora, not me!
So in the end, my sister and I were ordered not to come within half a step of the classroom.
Don’t wonder why I was also banned from approaching the classroom, because Pandora said this, “Wherever my brother is, I am there.”
The poor professor with a big back head was almost in tears as he sent us out. I clearly remember his face, which aged instantly, surrounded by students who were astounded by Pandora.
Since Pandora and I were going back, Qianqian naturally didn’t feel like staying in class to listen to gibberish, so she found an excuse and asked for leave.
By the way, her excuse was “My pet at home is afraid of being lonely, I need to go back and accompany it for half a month…” Thinking about the professor grinding his teeth while nodding with a smile, I truly admired Lin Xue’s exaggerated influence.
Studying in the school was not as precise and efficient as sharing a data library with Pandora at home, so we chose to go straight home.
Speaking of going home, because of school, we found a house outside and my sister moved in with us, of course, the money was reimbursed by Lin Xue, the perennial sucker. Considering I had already destroyed the equivalent of two Strider level landing ships, Miss Lin was quite willing to pay…
Now Qianqian also lives with us. Originally, our relationship was sanctioned by Uncle Xu, and as we were almost adults entering society, Uncle Xu tacitly approved our being together—sadly, I have to say, although I now have two girlfriends, Sandora and Qianqian, we still keep a purely platonic relationship…
When we got back home, we discovered that Sandora had already arrived.
Yawning endlessly, she lounged lazily on the living room couch, as if she wouldn’t get up even if it were the end of the world. Not far away, Anwina, dressed as a maid, was humming a tune while cleaning, visibly enjoying herself.
I think that bringing Anwina here was the wisest decision of my life. As a maid trained formally since she was twelve, Anwina performed her duties with almost divine skill. I can’t understand how she alone managed to clean the entire villa spotlessly in one afternoon and effortlessly handled the dietary needs of the entire household. Furthermore, she possessed all the perfect qualities a maid should have: good manners, a gentle temperament, tolerance for hardship, etc.—even the most critical person couldn’t find any fault in her that would suggest negligence in her duties—as a maid. Anwina wasn’t just a cosplayer with no substance but a true professional maid who took care of people.
It’s no exaggeration to say, if she went out to work as a nanny, she would surely dominate the domestic service industry across Asia, Africa, and Europe within six months and become the long-desired dream of every homebody worldwide—cough cough, I digress.
But according to Anwina herself, this wasn’t anything special. All the sisters who worked with her could do as well as she did. Even in the time of the Lordaeron Kingdom, maids without higher education like her were considered second-class—damn, the people of Azeroth really knew how to enjoy life. No wonder Sargeras set his sights on them.
All in all, I think that bringing Anwina back was a very wise decision. Of course, not only because I got a maid who could handle all household chores, was endlessly energetic, and didn’t need a salary, but also because it perfectly fulfilled someone’s long-held dream of having a personal maid at home…
However, there is one thing I still need to mention; although Anwina is excellent, it would be even more perfect if she paid a little more attention to her usual surprising actions…
I speechlessly observed Anwina, who was floating in midair and had stuck her head through the wall to check if the room on the opposite was clean, feeling like I was experiencing The Ring every day.
“Did you skip class too? Where are the little guys? Why isn’t sister here?” I straightened Sandora, who occupied the entire couch, and looked around but didn’t see the usually rowdiest ones or those best at stopping the mischief.
“Can you ask one question at a time?” Sandora shook her blonde hair, then suddenly plopped onto a thick carpet prepared for her and started rolling around—how is it that this girl is becoming more and more cat-like?
“I skipped class because that bald old man was so boring, and he kept ogling me in a creepy way, so I made him take off his clothes and sing ‘My Sun’ in front of the administrative building for two hours before coming back…”
…Sister, your way of skipping class is even more badass than Pandora’s…
Sandora ungracefully sprawled on the floor, counted on her fingers, and said, “Little Baobao needs new clothes, so Chen Qian took her shopping. Bubbles is playing games in the study room on the second floor, managing twenty-five instances by himself in Sea Mountain. Dingdang is in her room, maybe sleeping, maybe gardening, or maybe studying rocks…”
“Studying rocks?” I expressed my surprise, as the first two seemed reasonable, but when did Dingdang get interested in rocks?
Just then, we suddenly heard a loud ‘bang’ from upstairs, as if something had exploded.
Sandora sat up, nodded, and said, “It seems she is studying rocks.”