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Pei Zhaoyue listened to the whispered sarcasm and ridicule around him, his fingers clenched, wanting to stand up and refute it.

But with Master Zhou in front of him, he could not disrespect his teacher, and he was also afraid that doing so would make Renbao even more of a target of public criticism.

He hated himself even more, for he had no talent for studying and was completely clueless about arithmetic.

Even under the watchful eyes of everyone, Renbao showed no fear. She looked at Zhang Zhiwan and asked, "Do you know how much it is?"

Zhang Zhiwan's amused expression froze. He opened his mouth, but couldn't answer.

"You're older than me and you don't even know that? You're not smart at all." Renbao's gaze fell on Zhang Zhiwan's embarrassed face, and he slowly said, "Each person gets three-fifths of a dou, that's six sheng."

Master Zhou's breath hitched.

He could see clearly that Renbao had not used any pen or ink, but had directly given the answer to the question!

"Renbao, how did you calculate that?" Master Zhou asked urgently.

Renbao stretched out his chubby little hand: "Count them, do it in your head!"

Everyone looked at Liu Zaixi, wanting to know if her calculations were correct. When she nodded slightly, the room fell silent.

The student who had just made the sarcastic remark blushed.

Master Zhou could not hide his surprise: "That's right, I'll give you another question, and you can all solve it together."

He turned and wrote on the wooden board.

"Through the wall, I overheard guests sharing peaches. I don't know the number of people or the number of peaches. Each person gets three peaches with three left over, and each person gets four peaches with two short. Can any of you calculate how many people there are and how many peaches there are? Don't be confused!"

The students frowned and began to calculate with counting rods.

Pei Zhaoyue stared at it for a long time, almost breaking the counting rods in his hand.

He looked at Renbao and saw her with her head down. He assumed she didn't know the answer either, so he reassured her, "Renbao was able to solve that problem just now, which is already quite remarkable. She's better than Zhang Zhiwan. If you can't solve this problem, he certainly can't either."

Zhang Zhiwan scoffed, "You act like you know how."

Renbao looked up upon hearing this, her cheeks puffed out, clearly indicating that she had stuffed food into her mouth. She mumbled, "I can do it! What's so difficult about that?"

Pei Zhaoyue looked at Renbao in shock: "Grandfather said that most of the Pei family members are blockheads when it comes to studying. It seems that Renbao takes after his uncle. Your little brain is too smart."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwan specifically looked at Liu Zaixi, and seeing that he was still arranging the counting rods, he raised an eyebrow and stood up, saying, "Master, Renbao said she has figured it out."

Everyone was stunned, and then looked at Renbao, their brows furrowing.

There weren't even any counting rods on her table.

Mental arithmetic again?

She is only three years old.

This question is much harder than the previous one.

Master Zhou looked at Renbao, his tone somewhat excited: "Renbao, give me the number."

Renbao gestured with his chubby little hands on the table: "Five people, eighteen peaches."

Master Zhou's eyes lit up: "As expected of Grand Tutor Wei's student, this is indeed the truth."

Grand Tutor Wei was a man of great learning and a towering figure in the literary world. Scholars throughout the land considered it an honor to receive a single comment from him, and the classics on their desks were all annotated by him.

Renbao was actually a student of the Grand Tutor!

No wonder she's so intelligent.

The students' gazes toward Renbao changed, and they felt even more ashamed of their earlier remarks.

wrong!

Only then did the students realize what was happening.

In his later years, Grand Tutor Wei was in poor health and no longer accepted students. The only exception was the young daughter of Minister Su, who is now the Little Celestial Master!

Renbao was a little Taoist master and also a math genius!

Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable.

Renbao reached a position that they might never be able to achieve in their entire lives when he was only three years old.

Zhang Zhiwan and Liu Zaixi's expressions changed; they never expected Renbao to have such a powerful background.

Liu Zaixi was distracted during her first class and seemed discouraged.

After school.

Pei Zhaoyue had served as Renbao's horse, and today he could finally hold his head high.

"Brother, you said you were bullied at the academy. Who bullied you?" Renbao asked.

Pei Zhaoyue paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "I'm not very good at studying. Liu Zaixi is the top student in the academy every year. Zhang Zhiwan is close to him and often uses his influence to mock me."

Renbao seemed to be thinking to himself: "Is it just like when they started making fun of me?"

Pei Zhaoyue nodded.

He was at the bottom of the class in the academy, and he couldn't hold his head up in any major exam.

This time it was the last countdown again. He went to the Su residence to ask Su Xuance for help, hoping that he could plead with the dean to not inform his grandfather.

Otherwise, he would have had to eat a meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork.

"Brother, you can actually make a living through studying, but you're not very focused," Renbao said.

She examined Pei Zhaoyue's face and found that he had good fortune in literature and scholarship. If he could focus his attention on his studies, he could also achieve something in the imperial examinations.

Pei Zhaoyue didn't take it seriously. After leaving the academy, he stopped, his voice pleading, "Renbao, will you come home with me?"

Grandfather will surely show leniency out of respect for Renbao!

Renbao nodded: "Okay."

"Compal."

A weak voice came from behind.

Pei Zhaoyue turned around and saw Zhang Zhiwan and Liu Zaixi. His face turned cold and his tone was not good: "You want to cause trouble? It's one thing for you to mock me, but my Renbao is only three years old. Zhang Zhiwan, you can lead the way in making things difficult for him. I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

Zhang Zhiwan's smile froze, and he turned to leave.

Liu Zaixi pulled him back and stepped forward gently, saying, "It was our fault. We hope Renbao won't hold it against us."

Renbao's eyes darted around: "But I'm petty."

Liu Zaixi was stunned, but reacted very quickly: "Then how can Renbao forgive us?"

"You're not allowed to bully my brother anymore," Renbao said with a serious little expression, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the large gold lock around Zhang Zhiwan's neck. She raised a chubby little finger, "Can I have that gold lock as an apology?"

Liu Zaixi said seriously, "Alright, I promise you, if anyone says that Brother Pei's knowledge is not good, I will definitely stop them."

Pei Zhaoyue: I feel like I've been subtly insulted again.

"I can't give you this." Zhang Zhiwan protected the gold lock around his neck. "If you like gold, I can give you something else."

Renbao asked in surprise, "Why can't you give me the gold lock around your neck?"

"When I was a child, a Taoist priest told my fortune and said that I should wear gold to nourish my birth chart, so I have always worn a gold lock," Zhang Zhiwan said.

Renbao exclaimed, "But you're not suited to wearing gold."

As she spoke, she took a closer look at Zhang Zhiwan.

"You're haunted by a female ghost! You've been cursed with a love curse. Fifty taels of silver, I can help you get rid of it." Renbao's eyes suddenly lit up; she had another chance to make money.

Zhang Zhiwan: ...Why did Renbao suddenly start acting as a junior Taoist priest?

He receives one hundred taels of silver per month, but once he runs out, his family will stop giving him more. Right now, he only has ten taels of silver left on him.

"Would ten taels be alright?" Zhang Zhiwan asked.

Renbao raised his index finger and shook it, using his softest face to say the toughest thing: "No way, no money, no service."

Watching her and Pei Zhaoyue's departing figures, Zhang Zhiwan felt a chill run down his spine: "Brother Liu, am I really cursed with bad luck in love?"

"I don't know either, let's go back." Liu Zaixi shook her head.

Late at night, Zhang Zhiwan woke up drenched in sweat, terrified, and scrambled out of his bedroom, shouting, "Someone, take me to find the Little Celestial Master!"