Slice of Life of a System User

Arkland City, Bayside District.

Otis High School, junior year. Standing on the podium, a middle-aged female teacher

with black-framed glasses spoke in French without stopping. The rhythm of her words

floated through the air like a lullaby, and the students slowly succumbed to their

drowsiness.

In the last row of the classroom, a boy with short hair slept soundly like an infant with his

head on the table. That boy's name was Aiden Dale, a 16-year-old student. Aiden felt as

if he had been dreaming for a very long time.

In his dream, he had been admitted to the best high school in the county, instead of

paying a high price to attend Otis High. In his dream, his parents heaped praises upon

him, seeing him as the wonderful child the neighbors thought him to be. In his dream,

the star student of his class sat at the same table next to him.

Instead of her usual cold and aloof attitude, she smiled at Aiden like a blooming flower

that attracted the attention of the butterflies around her. In his dream, suddenly, a cold

and authoritative voice reverberated in Aiden's mind. Target discovered.

Binding host. Divine strengthening system successfully bonded to the host. Who is

speaking? What is a divine strengthening system? The French teacher, infuriated by

what she saw, frowned and stared daggers at the rude brat who was sleeping in the back

row of her classroom.

Aiden was one of the bottom students in the entire class. When he was not reading

novels in class, he gave in to his lack of interest in the class and went to sleep, paying no

attention whatsoever to his teacher. The most infuriating thing was that the homeroom

teacher had even arranged for her dazzling daughter, Viola, to sit at the same table as

this failure of a student.

The idea was for Viola to be able to assist Aiden in his studies. However, her daughter

had already complained to her many times, saying that Aiden had been staring at her all

day, preventing her from focusing on her studies. Remember this, the French teacher

could not help but stop lecturing and throw the piece of chalk in her hand at Aiden.

With utmost precision, it landed squarely on Aiden's head and shattered into several

pieces, leaving chalk shards and dust on Aiden's body. All the students in the class,

startled by their teacher's sudden action, turned to stare at Aiden. Who dares hit me?

Aiden yelped as the sudden shock pulled him from his dream and he stood up like a

clown.

blew with the cloud of chalk dust in his face. With that, the other students burst into

laughter, especially Viola Kane, Aiden's table partner. She was the smartest and prettiest

girl in the class.

She also tried to stay as far away from Aiden as possible, and now her beautiful, oval

face was filled with contempt for him. Aiden's brain was starting to catch up with his

body. He had been dreaming.

Of course, there's no such thing as divine strengthening system. Today was the second

week of Aiden's high school life, and he was currently in French class. Aiden lifted his

head and looked to the front of the classroom with a trace of nervousness on his face.

The gloomy old woman standing on the podium was Aiden's French teacher. Although

she had to be at least 40, she shamelessly asked everyone to call her Miss Kane. Miss

Kane knocked on the blackboard and sneered.

Good morning, Aiden. Did you sleep well? Let's you can translate this sentence. If not,

well, then you can spend detention copying it a hundred times.

Aiden cursed her in his heart, knowing that the old woman was definitely trying to make

things difficult for him. No matter how stupid he was, he could clearly tell that the

sentence written on the blackboard was the content from the next chapter. It was not

something that anyone in the class, since they'd just started the year, could answer.

However, there was nothing that Aiden could do. After all, it was his own fault that he

was caught sleeping in class. If he behaved poorly now, Miss Kane would definitely call

his parents.

In a moment of hopelessness, Aiden could only brace himself as he walked towards the

blackboard. He could hear other students murmuring around him. Even I don't

understand this question.

How could the worst student of the class translate that? Serves him right. He's just some

trash who doesn't understand his place. To actually have the nerve to sit at the same

table as our genius.

Everyone was waiting for Aiden to make a fool of himself. Aiden looked at the

godforsaken French sentence in front of him and clenched his teeth into feet. He was

ready to admit to Miss Kane that he could not translate it.

But just at that moment, the voice from the dream sounded in his mind once again.

Ding! Analyzing French words. French ability, plus one.

Current progress, one out of ten. Rating, beginner level. Aiden gawked in absolute

disbelief.

Though he had never learned the words from the sentence before him, its meaning

appeared clearly in his mind. He felt as if he had possessed both the French and English

dictionary in his mind. What are you standing there daydreaming about? Miss Kane

folded her arms across her chest and said disdainfully, If you don't know how to translate

it, I'll see you in detention.

Don't waste your classmates' time any further. She continued, Every minute of class that

you waste is equivalent to wasting an entire class session for everyone else in the class.

You're so damn annoying! Aiden could not help but shout in annoyance.

You actually dare to raise your voice to your teacher? Miss Kane fumed with so much

anger that her glasses almost flew off her head in her moment of eruption as she

declared, All right, I'd like to see how you do it. Everyone in the class was shocked by

Aiden's sudden exclamation as well. Their whispers had turned into a loud discussion.

Has Aiden gone mad? Why is he acting so arrogantly? One student asked. He's so

irritating. Let's see how he's going to deal with this later, commented another student.

Everyone's attention was set on Aiden. However, Aiden did not feel nervous whatsoever

as his gaze shifted from one word to another. Just as expected, the voice in his head

rang out again.

Ding! Analyzing French words. French ability plus one. With that, Aiden read the entire

sentence word by word.

French ability plus one. French ability plus one. Current progress, 11 out of 100.

French ability leveled up to proficient level. At that instant, Aiden seemed as if he had

entered another world. He felt like a stream of warmth had rushed to the top of his head.

Those French words that seemed impossible initially had instantly become easy to

understand. The answer to the whole entire sentence was now displayed clearly in his

mind. At this moment, Aiden concluded that the system that only appeared in novels had

actually come to him.

Aiden revealed a confident smile as he picked up a piece of chalk and quickly wrote the

translation on the blackboard. In less than 10 seconds, Aiden had finished translating the

sentence. How could he be so fast? That's impossible.

He must be scribbling nonsense. The student still did not believe, or rather, did not want

to believe in Aiden's abilities. Casually throwing the chalk into the chalkbox, Aiden patted

the dust off his hands and looked at the stunned Miss Kane.

He said lightly, Miss Kane, although this kind of question is too simple for me, I still have

to say, please don't give me such a flawed question in the future. Then he pointed to a word on the blackboard. This word, interesting, should obviously be replaced by its

version as a verb, interested.

Seeming to have just come back to her senses, Miss Kane took a glance at the

textbook's original answer and discovered that Aiden's answer was a better translation

than the one in the text. More mind-blowing was that Aiden managed to point out a

problem in the original French. One had to know that the editor of the textbook was a

legendary professor at Oxford University.

Aiden was no longer an ordinary person anymore, but was a master of the French

language. Miss Kane suddenly came to a realization of Aiden's reason for not paying

attention in her class. With his level of proficiency in French, he could directly move on

and take the college entrance exam.

Her face flushed scarlet red as she shyly said, Aiden, your translation is perfect, quickly

go back to your seat and let's continue with our lessons. Everyone in Class 8

immediately sucked in a breath in disbelief. How could this be possible? He had actually

translated the sentence correctly? Aiden turned around and walked nonchalantly back

towards his seat.

He could not help but sigh as he looked at the dumbfounded expressions on his

classmates' faces. Before going up to the podium, Aiden felt that they were not from the

same world. After all, he knew that he was simply a failure of a student.

Returning to his seat, he still felt that he was in a different world from them. But now,

they had all become dregs in his eyes. After returning to his seat, Aiden noticed that his

table partner, Viola, had secretly passed him a piece of paper with words written on it.

It read, How did you do it? Aiden turned to her, only to find that Viola's face had turned

red as she unconsciously moved closer to him. The surrounding male students who saw

this had flames of jealousy shooting from their eyes. Aiden smirked and thought to

himself, Since you ignored me yesterday, I'll let you have a taste of your own medicine.