Transported Into The Book, She Thrives In The 80s Chapter 45: What Does Her Miscalculation Have to Do with Me? - Novel Cool

Chapter 45: What Does Her Miscalculation Have to Do with Me?

Chapter 45: What Does Her Miscalculation Have to Do with Me?

Everyone listened to Pan Daidi's words, eagerly watching how Jiang Xia would respond, hoping for some drama.

Jiang Xia's reaction? Her expression didn't change at all. She calmly handed over the five yuan and six fen she had counted beforehand to Pan Daidi.

Seeing that Jiang Xia completely ignored her, showing no reaction and maintaining her haughty demeanor, Pan Daidi felt even more frustrated. She snatched the money.

Wen Wan hadn't expected Jiang Xia to be so composed, to remain silent even when being provoked with such sarcasm.

Wasn't she supposed to be spoiled and pampered?

But then again, for someone who had failed the college entrance exam three times, it wasn't surprising that she might struggle with math. She was probably afraid of embarrassing herself!

Wen Wan decided to show off her quick calculation skills.

Before Jiang Xia arrived, Zhou Mother had been telling everyone that Jiang Xia was from the city and well-educated.

Now, she would show Zhou Mother who the truly educated one was.

As the villagers took turns weighing their shrimp, Wen Wan would quickly calculate the price, always managing to do so within three to four seconds after Zhou Chenglei announced the weight.

Most villagers had little education, and some hadn't even been to school. They were amazed by Wen Wan's speed and couldn't help but praise her.

"Wen Wan, you're so quick at calculating!"

"Amazing, as soon as Zhou Chenglei says the weight, you turn around and give the price."

"Definitely going to be a college student. Wen Wan will be the first college student in our town."

...

As everyone praised Wen Wan, they didn't notice that Jiang Xia had already started counting the money as soon as Zhou Chenglei announced the weight. They all assumed she was just following Wen Wan's calculations.

Each time Wen Wan announced the price, the villagers would praise her:

"Wen Wan, you're so amazing. You're going to take the college entrance exam next year, right? You'll definitely get in. Which university do you want to go to?"

"Beijing University? That's the best university in the country! Amazing, amazing."

"How could you not get in? You'll definitely make it!"

...

Wen Wan stood there in her only white dress, like a star surrounded by admirers. This was a feeling she had never experienced before, but she had dreamed of it—marrying Zhou Chenglei and becoming the wife of the richest man in town, returning to the village with him. Back then, everyone would praise her, respect her, and look at her with envy.

Now, just by standing next to Zhou Chenglei, she felt particularly noticeable.

Zhou Mother glanced at Wen Wan. She had also been Zhou Mother's choice for a daughter-in-law, and if her son hadn't been so uninterested in marriage a few years ago, they might have had children by now.

She then looked at Jiang Xia. But now, Jiang Xia was good too. She hoped Jiang Xia would quickly give her a grandson.

More people brought their shrimp over, and upon hearing the praises for Wen Wan's quick calculations, they stayed to watch the spectacle.

Wen Wan lived up to their expectations, always calculating quickly.

At this moment, Zhou Chenglei and Zhou Father were weighing the shrimp from Grandmother's house.

Grandmother's family was large and had arrived early, so they had collected more shrimp than others.

The Zhou family's scale could weigh up to twenty pounds at a time, so it took two rounds to weigh all of Grandmother's shrimp, which was a bit time-consuming.

Tian Caihua, seeing how skilled Wen Wan was, wanted some advice for her own sons' math and praised her:

"Xiaowan, you're so good at math. You must often get the top score, right?"

Wen Wan modestly replied, "No, I'm not that good. Sister Jiang Xia went to the city's best high school, which is much better than mine. Her math skills must be better than mine."

Zhou Min said, "Xiaowan, you're too modest! You're the top student in your school. After your first year of high school, you had to take a year off because you couldn't afford the tuition, but once you earned the money, you returned to school and immediately became the top student again."

"How can someone who failed the college entrance exam three times even compare to you?"

Tian Caihua, hearing Wen Wan’s impressive achievements, said, "Wen Wan, my kids aren’t good at studying. They can’t even do basic math. Could you teach them when you have free time?"

Wen Wan smiled gently. "Tian Dasha, Yingying is exaggerating. I just scored the highest overall, and I don’t always get the top score in math. Sometimes I do, but there are many boys who are better at math than me. I think Sister Jiang Xia must be even better. It would be better if she taught them."

As she spoke, Wen Wan couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Xia.

Tian Caihua had gone out of her way to ask Wen Wan to tutor her sons, so what did the genuine Aunt Jiang Xia think of it? She didn’t understand why Jiang Xia had the courage to take the college entrance exam three times. If it were her, she wouldn’t have had the nerve; she would have found it too embarrassing.

She also admired Jiang Xia for staying calm despite the criticism.

No wonder, even after being caught eloping with Wu Qizhi by Zhou Chenglei, she had the nerve to stay and not divorce him.

She must be shameless.

"She can’t teach them!" Tian Caihua pursed her lips. She didn’t think Jiang Xia was that capable; she just thought she was putting on a show.

But realizing her tone had been a bit harsh, she added, "Kids don’t listen to their own family. They prefer outsiders. If Jiang Xia teaches them, they won’t listen."

At that moment, Zhou Father and Zhou Chenglei had finished weighing the shrimp from Grandmother’s house. After subtracting the weight of the bucket, Zhou Chenglei said, "It’s a total of thirty-two pounds and three ounces."

Thirty-two pounds was the heaviest so far; previously, it had been just a pound or two.

Thanks to Jiang Xia’s reminder, Grandmother’s family had arrived early and collected more.

Everyone instinctively looked at Wen Wan, waiting for her to calculate the amount.

Jiang Xia handed a stack of money to Grandmother. "It’s eleven yuan and thirty cents and five fen. Rounding up, the five fen is one cent. Grandmother, here’s eleven yuan and thirty-one cents. You can count it if you want."

Grandmother took the money, smiling. "No need to count, I trust your calculations."

Zhou Min said, "Wait, Grandmother! Sister Jiang Xia, Wen Wan hasn’t even finished calculating. How can you give the money so quickly?"

Jiang Xia, holding a pen and looking down while writing, replied coolly, "What does it matter to me if she hasn’t finished? The money I gave isn’t hers, and it isn’t yours. Why should you care?"

Zhou Min was speechless.

She was so angry! Truly, no good deed goes unpunished. She had wasted so much time helping her with the accounts! How could someone so arrogant and condescending have such good luck to marry Zhou Chenglei?

Zhou Min turned to Wen Wan. "Xiaowan, is this the right amount? Did she make a mistake?"

Everyone looked at Wen Wan.

Wen Wan had also finished calculating, but she felt a bit complicated.

Jiang Xia hadn’t made a mistake, but how could she have calculated so quickly? When Zhou Chenglei called out the weight, she had started calculating, but Jiang Xia had finished before her.

Wen Wan smiled. "I was talking to Tian Dasha and didn’t calculate. Sister Jiang Xia wouldn’t make a mistake."

Tian Caihua nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, Xiaowan was talking to me and didn’t calculate."

Otherwise, how could Jiang Xia have been faster than Xiaowan?

It was now the turn of the next woman, who didn’t trust Jiang Xia. She said to Wen Wan, "Xiaowan, could you help me calculate? I can’t do math because I never went to school."

Wen Wan glanced at Jiang Xia and smiled. "Sure."

But this time, the amount Jiang Xia gave was different from what Wen Wan reported.

(End of Chapter)

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