I Became the Eye Candy: Four Bigshots Claimed to be My Dad?-Chapter 73: A Flawless Answer

"Pangtuan, just relax and do your best. It doesn’t matter if you win or lose," Peony said, leaning down to whisper to her.

"That’s right, don’t feel any pressure."

"Go, Pangtuan! Your aunts are all rooting for you."

Xiang Minghou leaned down. "Your aunt is right. Winning or losing doesn’t matter. We’re just doing this for fun."

"Father, Aunts, don’t you worry. I may not have been to school, but I’ve seen the great, wide world. Song Fuzi is different. All he’s ever seen is this tiny little Lou Mountain Academy." Ye Qianning couldn’t resist taking a jab at Song Fuzi. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Hahahahaha! So calm under pressure! Excellent! That temper is just like your old man’s," Xiang Minghou boomed with laughter.

Song Fuzi was so angry his head throbbed. ’Fine, run your mouth for now. We’ll see if you’re still smiling when you’re crawling down the mountain gate on your knees.’

Qian Fanji stood with his hands tucked in his sleeves, placidly observing the scene. A flicker of doubt colored his otherwise composed eyes. He had seen Ye Qianning’s acupuncture technique at the Helian Royal Mansion.

Her movements had been deft and experienced, her technique more stable than even the Imperial Physicians who were well past fifty. And now, she was calmly facing a master from Lou Mountain Academy, ready to compete in academics.

The six-year-old girl showed no signs of panic. He couldn’t help but wonder, ’Can she actually win?’

Song Fuzi was the recognized academic genius of Beili, a man of great renown. Few in the world today could surpass him. ’How could she possibly win?’

Before long, an instructor had prepared a table, chairs, brushes, and ink. Ye Qianning and Song Fuzi each took a seat.

Before picking up his brush to write the problem, Dean Chen glanced at Ye Qianning. ’She’s only a six-year-old girl. Should I make it a little easier for her?’

"Dean, please don’t underestimate me just because I’m young." As if reading his mind, Ye Qianning looked up and gave him a sweet smile.

At this, Dean Chen burst out laughing. "You clever little rascal."

’The little girl is right,’ he thought. ’Age isn’t the true measure of a person’s ability. Since this is a formal competition, I must treat both contestants seriously, regardless of their age.’

Ye Qianning looked at the problem. ’It’s written in traditional characters, but thankfully, I can still read the numbers,’ she thought. ’For me, these kinds of problems are a piece of cake.’

’Modern calculation methods are countless times more advanced than ancient ones. What they consider a mathematical genius with profound knowledge is probably, at best, at a high school level.’

’And of course, their clumsy methods of calculation are nowhere near as fast as using an elementary school multiplication table.’

’For someone with special abilities like me, things like academics, speed, identification, analysis, and a photographic memory are all part of basic training. There are many situations where you can’t carry any high-tech equipment. The only way to perfectly replicate something is through memory.’

With a single glance, without even picking up her brush, Ye Qianning stated the answer to the problem.

"This..." Dean Chen was stunned.

Song Fuzi had just been handed the problem and hadn’t even lifted his brush before Ye Qianning blurted out the answer.

Gu Lao also looked completely baffled. "Old Chen, is she right?"

Dean Chen had written the problem on the spot, so he himself had to calculate to see if she was correct. He picked up his brush and began to work it out. The answer he arrived at was identical to the one Ye Qianning had given!

"It’s correct. Perfectly correct." After finishing his calculation, Dean Chen’s hand, still clutching the brush, was trembling.

Gu Lao’s eyes went wide with astonishment. "This child... This child..."

A great deal of surprise was also hidden in Qian Fanji’s eyes. One glance. Just a single glance. ’How did she calculate that?’

"Daughter, you... you really got it right?" Xiang Minghou hadn’t entertained any thoughts of winning, but now his own daughter knew the answer without even needing to calculate. It was incredible.

"Little one, try calculating these." Dean Chen picked up his brush, wrote out a long string of problems on the paper, and handed it to Ye Qianning.