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Chen Zhi looked at Zhao Xiaolong with the kind of caring gaze one might give someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Ten," Chen Zhi replied weakly.

"Ha! Too easy, isn't it?" Zhao Xiaolong said smugly, thinking his opponent had fallen into his trap. "Then listen carefully, what's twenty minus eight?"

This is a two-digit subtraction problem! It requires borrowing!

This is definitely beyond the curriculum for children in the youngest class.

Zhao Xiaolong crossed his arms smugly, waiting to see Chen Zhi's pathetic attempt to count on his fingers.

"twelve."

Chen Zhi answered almost instantly, without even blinking.

Zhao Xiaolong's smile froze on his face.

So fast?

Was it a fluke?

"You... don't get cocky!" Zhao Xiaolong said, getting a little impatient. "Then I'll test your multiplication! What's seven times eight?"

"Fifty-six."

"Nine times six?"

"Fifty-four."

"Eight times nine?"

"Seventy-two."

No matter how fast Zhao Xiaolong asked the questions, Chen Zhi's answers always followed immediately without any pause.

The surrounding chatter grew louder and louder.

"My God, doesn't he even have to think about it?"

"It's even faster than a calculator!"

"Zhao Xiaolong seems to be sweating..."

Zhao Xiaolong was indeed sweating.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger.

This script is wrong.

Shouldn't this kid be crying and looking for his mother?

"A three-digit number!" Zhao Xiaolong gritted his teeth, deciding to unleash his trump card, "One hundred and twenty-five multiplied by eight!"

This is an Olympiad math problem that his father taught him, and it took him a long time to memorize the calculation method.

The audience was silent.

Even the teachers watching from the sidelines couldn't help but take two steps forward, wanting to see how Chen Zhihui would respond.

Chen Zhi yawned.

He raised his hand to rub his slightly sore neck, his tone full of impatience.

"one thousand."

What?! Even elementary school students might not be able to solve this problem, yet he answered it so quickly.

Zhao Xiaolong was sweating profusely.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to sleep."

After saying that, Chen Zhi turned and left.

"stop!"

Zhao Xiaolong roared, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

Being ignored in front of everyone by a kid in a small class, how will he ever get along in a big class?

He has to get his revenge!

Since arithmetic isn't too difficult for this kid, let's try something else!

Zhao Hu suddenly remembered the bilingual tutoring class his mother had enrolled him in.

Yes! English!

How could a preschooler who hasn't even learned all the pinyin possibly understand English!

"I'm going to test your English!" Zhao Hu blocked Chen Zhi's path, a confident smile returning to his face. "So what if you can do arithmetic? These days, elites need to be fluent in international languages!"

Chen Zhi stopped and looked at the chubby boy blocking his way, his brows furrowing slightly.

Why is this child so stubborn?

"What is your name?" Zhao Hu asked loudly, his pronunciation a little off, "Woteisunim?"

The children around looked bewildered.

What kind of spell is this?

Chen Zhi rubbed his temples in pain.

This clumsy speech was nothing short of auditory pollution for someone who already possessed an IELTS level of proficiency through the system.

"My name is Chen Zhi," Chen Zhi replied casually, his pronunciation as standard as a BBC broadcast.

Zhao Xiaolong was stunned for a moment.

This kid actually understood?

And... he speaks more eloquently than a foreign teacher at a tutoring center?

No, this must be an illusion!

Zhao Xiaolong was unwilling to give up and racked his brains to find the highest-level sentences he knew.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him.

This is a dialogue that is practiced at the beginning of every English class, and it is also his forte.

Zhao Xiaolong took a deep breath, struck what he considered a very gentlemanly pose, and asked loudly:

How are you?

After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Chen Zhi, already having prepared a standard answer in his mind.

As soon as the guy answers "I'm fine, thank you," he immediately follows up with "And you?", confusing him completely!

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone held their breath, watching this epic showdown that transcended age.

Looking at Zhao Hu's expectant face, Chen Zhi suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

Is this what childhood is like?

It was filled with meaningless competitiveness and ridiculous pride.

Since you want to play, then I'll play big with you.

Chen Zhiqing cleared his throat, but did not give that textbook-perfect answer.

He tilted his head slightly and, in a languid yet authentic London accent, fluently uttered a long sentence:

"Honestly, I'm a bit exhausted dealing with this childish nonsense. I'd rather go back to my nap than entertain your fragile ego. Is that clear enough for you?"

(To be honest, dealing with this childish farce is exhausting. I'd rather go back and take a nap than satisfy your fragile ego. Do you understand now?)

He speaks extremely fast, with perfect connected speech and an elegant tone.

Each word was like a smooth pearl, clattering and splashing on the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves could be heard clearly.

This shocked not only the kindergarten kids, but also the teachers nearby.

Zhao Xiaolong's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

His mind went blank.

What... what is this?

Isn't this "I'm fine"?

What planet's language is this long string of gibberish from?

He seemed unfamiliar with each word when they were separated, and when they were put together, it was like listening to gibberish.

He felt a sense of frustration, like a rogue cultivator encountering a genius from a top-tier sect.

His pride in his English was a joke in front of this kid who was three years younger than him.

Chen Zhi looked at the dumbfounded Zhao Xiaolong and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He switched back to Chinese and thoughtfully translated a sentence:

I said, "I'm fine, thank you."

After saying that, he ignored Zhao Xiaolong, who was frozen in place, put his hands in his pockets, walked through the crowd, leaving behind only a silhouette that concealed his merits and fame.

"Wow--!!!"

A few seconds later, a deafening cheer erupted in the corridor.

Although he didn't understand what Chen Zhi said, he could tell who won just by looking at Zhao Hu's expression, which was like he'd swallowed a fly.

"Chen Zhi is so handsome!" Lin Wanwan exclaimed excitedly, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling.

Li Zihan straightened her back even more and made a face at Zhao Xiaolong: "Hehehe! I told you my older brother is the number one little genius at Sunflower Kindergarten! Got it? That's advanced English you don't understand!"

Zhao Xiaolong stood there, and the Transformer in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

He looked in the direction Chen Zhi had left, his eyes reddened, and his lips pursed.

"Waaah! I want to go home to my mom! He bullied me! He was swearing at me in gibberish!"

At this moment, the tyrant of the large class had his Dao heart shattered.