According to the discussion with the director, the first question should have been a simple one from general knowledge, something Little Tangyuan could certainly answer.

However, shockingly, it was a math problem, and a high school level one at that. These kids can’t understand this, was there something wrong with the system?

Frantically, he looked towards the director below the stage, who looked equally confused.

Little Tangyuan, who had full confidence, turned pale.

The host had to laugh awkwardly to clear the embarrassment: "It seems like we’ve encountered a problem with our computer. This question is too hard; our young friends certainly won’t be able to answer. Let’s switch to a different one."

"Who said we can’t answer it?" Ye Yuan’s cool little face was full of confidence. He pressed the buzzer quickly, "The answer is three thousand four hundred sixty."

"Young man, how could you possibly calculate an answer this quickly? Let’s see what the real answer is... uh, three thousand four hundred and sixty..." The host looked dumbstruck. The answer on the screen was exactly as Ye Yuan said.

The audience below the stage was stunned; they were still dizzy from hearing the string of numbers, let alone calculating them.

But this child, he got the correct answer in such a short time, it was impressive. He is a mental arithmetic genius!

Applause thundered immediately.

The questions that followed were quite peculiar.

"The woman who holds the record for giving birth to the most children in the world, Vasiliyeva, can you tell us how many children she had?" The host was dizzy. He didn’t even know. Had the computer made an error? Why were they getting such strange questions?

Ye Yiyi was quick to ring in: "I know, 69."

The audience was once again shocked. Could there be so many? This answer was probably wrong. Could anybody bear this many children? This certainly seemed like a wild guess.

However, the host said with a wiping sweat: "Vasiliyeva gave birth to 16 sets of twins, 7 sets of triplets and 4 sets of quadruplets between 1725-1765, for a total of 27 births and 69 children. Congratulations, Yiyi. Your answer is correct."

From that point on, the show simply became a quick-answer competition for these two siblings. The questions were strange and complicated, and no other child had even heard of them, let alone was able to answer. Even Little Tangyuan, who had always been regarded as a little genius by the media, couldn’t get a word in.

When it came to speed, he was not as fast as Ye Yiyi; in terms of quick thinking, he was not as swift as Ye Yuanyuan.

The audience was dumbfounded. They were completely won over by these two brilliant young geniuses. What kind of education did they have? These exceptional children could even participate in adult quiz shows.

Because of their standout performance in this round, not only the live audience but cheers and applause thundered. The voting booth outside the venue, too, saw their number of votes begin to surge.

Movie star Tang Xin, sitting backstage, was no longer able to keep her cool. Angrily picking up her phone, she dialed the director beneath the stage: "What are you guys doing? These questions are not the ones I gave you. My son couldn’t answer a single question. Those two little devils have stolen all the limelight."

"Miss Tang, we don’t know what’s happening either. The questions we screened were already entered into the computer, but the ones that came out weren’t. We don’t understand what happened." The director sounded helpless.

"I don’t care. The vote count for those two little ghosts is climbing sharply. Aren’t you supposed to modify the backstage data?"

"We would if we could, but we don’t know why we’re unable to make changes. The backstage operations are banned."

"You guys... you’re killing me here, useless! I’ll just ask my husband to hire some third-party service to help inflate the vote count." Tang Xin hurriedly dialed her millionaire husband’s number, asking him for help.