NovelXXXChapter 277 Sawyer watched Citrine on stage, his palms sweating with nerves on her behalf.
As far as he could recall, Citrine had never studied a foreign language in her life. She'd made a bold claim stepping up there he was sure she was about to embarrass herself.
Under a barrage of skeptical stares, Citrine suddenly began to speak.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe moment she opened her mouth, the entire audience was stunned by her fluent, commanding delivery. Each word rang out clear and powerful, her presence as formidable as the President of the Federated States of Magnolia addressing the nation.
Teachers, parents, and students-all were left gaping, especially those from the prestigious language academy, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.
The sharper listeners quickly realized Citrine was introducing Magnolia's local holidays and social customs-not the dry, textbook facts everyone expected, but fascinating, unfamiliar details relayed as lively stories. Her narrative was engaging, full of color, expanding the students' knowledge far beyond the classroom curriculum. Now, when people looked at Citrine, their eyes had changed. Gone was the earlier skepticism-now there was only admiration, mingled with a tangle of emotions they couldn't quite name.
The teachers from Primus Academy could barely contain their delight, whispering excitedly amongst themselves. "Thank goodness we have such a gem in our school," one murmured, "otherwise, who knows how badly those brats from the language high school would have mocked us at this year's Christmas gala." "Citrine really put us on the map today!" "We owe this to the eighth grade teacher-Ms. Helen, how did you manage to train such an outstanding student?" "Yes, Ms. Helen, do share your secret. We could all use stips!" Helen lifted her chin, basking in the praise. With an air of practiced nonchalance, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and replied, "Oh, it's nothing really. I just believe in encouraging well-rounded development. Of course, Citrine is exceptionally bright and hardworking, too." Everyone thought Citrine had already exceeded all expectations.
But then, to their amazement, she switched seamlessly from English to French, then to Italian, German, Japanese, Korean, Portuguese, Finnish...
No matter the language, her pronunciation was flawless.
The further she went, the harder it becfor teachers, parents, and students to keep up. Phones cout, translation apps flickering to life, and only then did they realize she was introducing each country's customs and etiquette in its native tongue.
"This kid is extraordinary-no wonder she's top of the senior class at Primus Academy." "I've never seen anything like it. What sort of family raises a child like this?" "She's more professional than any interpreter I know. When she graduates, I might be out of a job!" Across the auditorium, the language academy students were shell-shocked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I take back everything I said before," one muttered. "Clearly, Primus Academy has its own prodigies." "I have to admit, I'm impressed." "I owe the Primus students an apology. We were out of line." When Citrine finished, the room erupted in thunderous applause.
Weston and Raymond were on their feet, clapping wildly.
Neither had ever imagined Citrine knew eighteen languages.
Weston was beside himself. "That's my granddaughter! She's madeso proud!"
With unrestrained enthusiasm, he thumped the shoulder of the parent in front of him, not caring whether they knew each other or not.
The parent turned around, bewildered, only to see Weston ve m beaming and pointing at Citrine on stage. "See her? That's my granddaughter. Impressive, huh?"
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