The host of fast travel, she always rolls over

Chapter 205 The Peasant Girl Wants to Counterattack (14)

The corner of Jun Anzhi's mouth curled up, she could imagine Shen Mu's expression without looking back.

What he said was just what he said...

In July, the college entrance examination.

Although Jun Anzhi did not inherit the knowledge in the head of the original owner from his previous life.

But the college entrance examination is still a piece of cake for her.

She is the first to hand in the paper and leave every game.

In the last round, Jun Anzhi walked out of the examination room slowly, looked at the sky, and was in a good mood.

Next, it’s time to watch a good show.

Although the college entrance examination in the 90s was strictly managed, there were still many loopholes.

For such things as substitute exams, there are still people who will commit crimes against the wind in the many checkpoints of later generations, let alone in the 90s?

Take the exam, don't take it too easy!
In fact, Aunt Sheng's method was very rude, she just asked Jun Anzhi to write Sheng Yue's name on the test paper.

As for Sheng Yue, she simply went to the examination room for a formality.

The college entrance examination is a mixed exam, and the test papers are sealed as soon as they come up.

The teacher who marks the papers will never see the names of the candidates.

Aunt Sheng's family has also exhausted their thoughts for Sheng Yue.

Want to sit back and reap the rewards?
Under the scorching sun, the sneer on the corner of Jun Anzhi's mouth was as cold as ice in winter.

"It's so exciting!" Thinking of Aunt Sheng's family's expressions when they saw Sheng Lan's college entrance examination, she was in a good mood.

After getting in the car to the government, Jun Anzhi went to get an ID card, and then hurried to the school.

As soon as he entered the school gate, he was sent into the office by the security guard at the gate.

Jun Anzhi raised his eyebrows, he had already rejected the old principal yesterday, the old man wouldn't give up, could he?

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the office door, he saw the old principal walking around the office in a hurry.

"Teacher." Looking at the anxious old man, Jun Anzhi was a little speechless.

You're already quite old, why don't you take it easy?
"You're here. Come with me to the laboratory building." The old principal looked solemn and hurriedly pulled Jun Anzhi out.

"What is this for?" Jun Anzhi broke free from the old principal's hand and asked in confusion.

"You'll know when you get there." The old principal was very anxious, and he led Jun Anzhi into the classroom involuntarily.

Jun Anzhi: ...

When Jun Anzhi walked into the computer room, there were already people sitting there.

A few men in military uniform glanced at their ranks, the lowest lieutenant colonel, very good!

Shen Mu is also among these people.

"Come on? Let's start?" A middle-aged man with the rank of senior colonel sat on the main seat and said to the man beside him indifferently.

Jun Anzhi was pressed by the old principal to sit on the lower chair opposite them, with a puzzled expression on his face.

What is this for?
"Use your fastest speed to translate this English article into the computer." A young officer handed over a stack of English manuscripts to Jun Anzhi.

Jun Anzhi: ...

He raised his hand to take it, and looked up at the old headmaster.

The old headmaster nodded encouragingly, motioning for her to follow suit.

Jun Anzhi lowered his head and glanced at the English manuscript in his hand, it was a military treatise.

It was published by a famous military strategist in country m.

After pondering for a moment, Jun Anzhi walked to the computer that was already on in the classroom and sat down.

Stand up the manuscript, open the document, and start typing directly.

Translating in English is very common for her.

For the original owner, it is not super-class.

The original owner had excellent language talent, which can be seen from the books she left behind.

In the early 90s, although English was not yet fully popularized, some colleges and universities had already introduced it in junior high school.

However, the level of teachers in this era is limited, and the students they teach are also uneven.

The old headmaster is a serious returnee, and his English is very good.

By some kind of coincidence, it was discovered that the original owner had an excellent language talent, so he wanted to accept disciples.

Usually, when he is free, he will ask Shang Yuanzhu to study with him.

And the original owner did not disappoint the old principal, and learned very quickly.

Become the most proud disciple of the old principal.

In just 10 minutes, the [-]-word paper was completely translated by Junan and typed on the computer.

10 minutes, she still deliberately slowed down, after all, it was too late.

And it was this speed that made everyone present look strange.

Jun Anzhi finished the task and sat quietly on the chair.

I want to see what these people want to do. In fact, if they don't say anything, Jun Anzhi also has some kind of speculation in his heart.

In this era, in this country, there is a shortage of talents, and there is a crazy need for talents.

They are eager to recruit returning students from overseas and cultivate the next generation with high IQ.

They were all top priorities, and it was expected that they would find her.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit and gold-rimmed glasses spoke.

"What kind of imagination do you have for the future? In other words, what are you thinking about in your mind every day?"

Jun Anzhi: ...

What are the problems?
Although a little unclear, she still said:
"I'm wondering when, in this world, I can buy what I want without leaving home.

I wonder when will the world have thin and light handheld phones?When will the internet be able to chat face to face.

I'm wondering when the motherland can have its own satellite system... many, many! "

This is the truth. In this world, you have to count the money to buy something. It is really inconvenient to not have something like a code scan.

Every time she went to the street, she was very uncomfortable.

Except for the man with glasses who asked the question, all the people present were stunned when they heard Jun Anzhi's words.

This……

Is this the difference between the minds of geniuses and mediocrities?

What are these little monsters thinking all day?
Even Shen Mu looked at Jun Anzhi with darker eyes.

I came here today to select students from special classes.

This is a special class secretly cultivated by the state.

To enter that class, the requirements are very strict. A city or a province may not pick one out.

Rather lack or abuse!

"Can you draw the world you imagined?" The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses handed Jun An a piece of white paper.

Jun Anzhi took it, stared at the white paper for a while, and finally, looked at the computer with disgust.

There's no way, she really hates it.

I thought about the sketching course in the class in my mind.

She started writing!

After ten minutes...

The middle-aged scholar took the blank paper from Jun Anzhi's hand.

"what is this?"

Jun Anzhi smiled slightly and pointed to the LCD on the paper, "This is my idea for the future computer, and it should look like this in the future!"

Then she pointed to another laptop that she had "modified", "Well, it's a computer that can be carried around..."

Listening to Jun Anzhi's "nonsense", everyone in the classroom gathered around and looked at the picture she drew.

The painting was poor, just enough to make out what she was painting.

"That's right..." The middle-aged scholar didn't say anything, just put away her picture.

Jun Anzhi: ... blinking his eyes.

So what does this guy mean?
The old headmaster looked at Jun Anzhi with a smile, then looked at her translated thesis and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, you are indeed my student!"

Military papers are not comparable to conventional English.

There are many academic words in it, which are difficult to translate.

(End of this chapter)