Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities

Chapter 29

"Alright then! We'll discuss it further and get back to you later."

The assistant was relieved to hear Taylor say this.

"Good, we'll wait for your good news."

After hanging up, Taylor was already thinking about how to bring this up with Helen.

But with Helen busy preparing for the Math Olympiad, it seemed best to wait until after the competition.

...

Helen was surprised by the persistence of the other party.

But right now, her focus was solely on the Math Olympiad.

She was diving deep into math problem-solving daily, even during Encerian class, which annoyed the Encerian teacher.

"Helen, translate this sentence." The Encerian teacher suddenly called on Helen.

All eyes in the class turned to her.

The Encerian class representative, Anne York, couldn't help but interject, "Ms. Suares, she's from the countryside. She might not have learned Encerian before. Maybe you should speak to her in Cholonese."

The class erupted into laughter at this.

Sally Suares, the Encerian teacher, looked at Helen with annoyance.

"If your Encerian foundation is weak, focus instead of distracting others. With the monthly exams nearing, we can't afford to fall behind as a class."

Helen frowned slightly but quickly glanced at the content on the blackboard.

She stood up and said, "This sentence means, 'If the world becomes dark, innocence becomes a sin.'" Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Helen's calm and clear voice reached everyone's ears.

Sally was left dumbfounded. She had taken this sentence from an advanced text well beyond their current level. She intended to use it to dampen the students' overconfidence.

But Helen, seemingly unremarkable, translated it correctly.

"Is my translation correct?" Helen asked calmly.

Ms. Suares coughed to hide her embarrassment. "Absolutely correct, Helen. Please take your seat."

Ms. Suares' attitude had changed entirely, while the class was in disbelief.

Did the country girl know Encerian?

Jenson was also surprised. "Helen, you're getting better at making guesses. You even got this right."

Helen rolled her eyes at him. It was only luck if she guessed right once or twice.

But if she always did, was it still luck?

Jenson didn't consider this possibility. He just thought Helen was good at guessing.

He began to worry about their bet. But then he thought, how could anyone always be that lucky?

No one could be that lucky, especially not in the Math Olympiad. Not someone from the countryside like Helen.

He must have overestimated her.

Helen didn't expect translating a sentence would upset several classmates, especially Anne.

Before this, only Anne could answer Ms. Suares' advanced translation questions correctly.

Encerian class was her domain.

But today, Helen had stolen her spotlight.

Losing to someone else might have been acceptable for her. But losing to Helen, the country girl, was a bitter pill to swallow.