My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 9 Amazing Learning Ability

“‘Scripp’ means how much it costs. ‘Dora’ is cheaper.”

The young man taught earnestly, not for any other reason than for those few large banknotes.

His real name is Chen Jianhua. He is from Beijing and was a government-sponsored student studying medicine at the Sechenov First Moscow State Medical University.

He knew very well that, at the current exchange rate, 100 yuan would only be worth about 20 rubles on the Moscow black market.

However, if he sends it back to China, it will be enough to feed his family of five for half a month.

He is a government-sponsored student studying abroad, so he doesn't need to worry about food and drink.

But as the eldest son in the family, he has to shoulder at least half of the burden.

So that his younger siblings wouldn't have to suffer from hunger like he did when he was a child!
"Brother Qin, have you learned it?"

Chen Jianhua looked at Qin Yuan and asked.

Qin Yuan's gaze was somewhat strange at this moment, and he opened his mouth: "Yejijinsefeier menene! Duoduogeneumeisi sanyeen!"

Chen Jianhua's eyes widened instantly: "Brother Qin, you speak Russian?"

The gibberish Qin Yuan just spoke was actually Russian, meaning: These jeans are brand-name, it's not appropriate to haggle over the price!
And surprisingly, his accent was authentic.

He is just as good as someone who has been studying Russian in Moscow for three years.

Qin Yuan switched back to standard Mandarin and laughed, "Didn't you teach me this?"

"Coco hasn't taught us this far yet!" Chen Jianhua stammered. "Brother Qin, here's the money back. You already know Russian, are you kidding me?"

Qin Yuan shook his head and stuffed the money back into his hand: "I have good hearing. I just overheard some old geezers next door talking nonsense—they speak much more crudely than you!"

Chen Jianhua hesitated before taking the money back.

He clearly remembered that just three minutes ago Qin Yuan was stuck on the retroflex consonant "р", his throat muscles were stiff and his accent was awkward.

How come you've become so fluent in the blink of an eye?

“Brother Qin, if you really haven’t been exposed to Russian before, then you must be a language genius.” Chen Jianhua said sincerely, “I have never seen anyone learn a completely unfamiliar language so quickly.”

Chen Jianhua's words echoed in Qin Yuan's ears, but his attention was mostly focused on the illusory light screen in front of him that only he could see.

The small print above was crystal clear: [Language learning module activated: Russian comprehension/expression efficiency improved by 300%].

No wonder!
The previously obscure and difficult retroflex consonants and complex grammatical structures, after Chen Jianhua's brief explanation, seemed to have been organized by an invisible force, instantly becoming clear and even directly imprinted deep in their minds.

That's not just simple memory; it's more like an instinctive understanding and the formation of muscle memory.

When he tried to pronounce the words, the curling of his tongue and the vibration of his throat seemed to have been practiced countless times, naturally reaching the precise position.

"A genius?" Qin Yuan chuckled inwardly, but remained outwardly calm, simply waving his hand modestly. "Maybe the train ride made my head a little sharp, or maybe it's because you taught me so well."

He pointed to the book "Practical Russian Spoken Language Crash Course and Foreign Trade Basics," and said, "Come on, brother, let's continue! Time is precious, let's learn more practical things."

Although Chen Jianhua was full of doubts, he suppressed his surprise out of consideration for Qin Yuan's sincere attitude and the spirit of unity. He reopened the book and pointed to the next chapter about numbers and bargaining: "Alright, Brother Qin, let's continue. Numbers are very important; you can't bargain without them..."

The scene that followed plunged the entire corner of the carriage into an eerie silence.

Every time Chen Jianhua taught a word or a common phrase, Qin Yuan could repeat it accurately almost instantly after hearing it, with pronunciation so standard that even Chen Jianhua, who had been studying for several years, felt a little ashamed.

Even more astonishing is the grammar rules. Qin Yuan seems to have a built-in logic processor, able to apply what he learns to other situations and even proactively create more complex sentences for verification.

"How much?" "How much is this? Doraqi? No, this is too expensive! Comrade, give me a fair price!"

Qin Yuan fluently recited a string of words, even adding the tone of dissatisfaction one would expect when bargaining.

Several passengers who were dozing or chatting nearby were drawn in by the commotion.

They stared in disbelief as Qin Yuan devoured Russian knowledge like a sponge absorbing water.

A middle-aged man wearing a cap couldn't help but click his tongue: "Tsk tsk, this young man... is his brain made of a tape recorder? He learns way too fast!"

“That’s right!” another woman cracking sunflower seeds chimed in. “If my son had that kind of talent, he would have been in Tsinghua or Peking University by now!”

Even Gangzi and Dabinzi, who were pretending to doze off on their bunks, were disturbed.

Gangzi rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking at Qin Yuan and Chen Jianhua talking to each other in a daze. He asked Da Binzi blankly, "Brother Bin, when did Brother Yuan learn to speak a foreign language? And so fluently?"

Da Binzi also looked incredulous. He frowned and tried hard to recall: "I've never seen him like this before. He's a good fighter, but I've never heard of him being so... so strange when it comes to studying!"

He couldn't find a more suitable word to describe the mind-blowing scene before him.

Only Old Zhang's cloudy old eyes gleamed with a sharp light in the dim light.

He puffed on his pipe, and amidst the swirling smoke, a barely perceptible smile seemed to twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He had been traveling the world for decades, and had seen people with superhuman strength, people with photographic memories, and people with incredible luck in gambling.

Qin Yuan's almost monstrous learning speed was astonishing, but in his mind, it was nothing more than a manifestation of "extraordinary people having extraordinary luck".

The weight that had been hanging over him eased somewhat—the more eccentric this kid was, the greater the chance of this deal succeeding!

It seems like we made the right bet!
Time passed amidst the clanging of the wheels and Qin Yuan's rapid absorption of knowledge.

As Chen Jianhua turned to the last few chapters of the book, explaining some complex social communication terms, Qin Yuan felt the rapid sense of enlightenment he had experienced gradually subside.

The prompt on the screen also changed subtly: [Russian Language Proficiency Assessment: Intermediate (able to communicate in daily life and basic business communication without difficulty)].

"Phew..." Qin Yuan let out a soft breath, closed the book, and pushed it back to Chen Jianhua. "Brother Chen, thank you so much! You've been a great help!"

He pointed to the corner of his carriage, "It's too crowded to talk here. Come on, let's sit over there for a while? Have some water and chat about Moscow?"

Chen Jianhua was still somewhat dazed by Qin Yuan's learning ability. Hearing this, he nodded, put away his book and the precious ten-yuan note, and followed Qin Yuan through the aisle to the sleeper berths occupied by Qin Yuan and the others.

Gangzi and Dabinzi quickly gave up their window seats.

Qin Yuan took out his enamel mug, poured in some hot water, and handed it to Chen Jianhua.

"Brother Chen, are you going to Moscow to study? What are you studying?"

"Yes, I'm a government-sponsored student studying clinical medicine at Moscow State Sechenov First Medical University."

Chen Jianhua took the water, took a sip, and felt his tense nerves relax a bit.

"What a great place! A future great doctor!" Qin Yuan exclaimed, then naturally changed the subject, "The main reason we went there is to get these goods we have."

He pointed to the bulging woven bags stuffed under the luggage rack and bed, "Jeans, wool coats and stuff, we'll find a place to sell them."

"But as you know, we're completely unfamiliar with this place, we're totally clueless. Brother Chen, you've been there for a few years, do you know any places suitable for small vendors like us to set up stalls or find buyers?"

"Or... do you know any Chinese people who are familiar with the area and could act as guides or something? The pay is negotiable."

(End of this chapter)