Ye Qianning glanced over. Leaning back in her chair and fiddling with her little hands, she slowly recited, "Four thousand eight hundred fifty-nine, seven thousand two hundred fifty-two, sixty-four thousand fifty-two, sixty-nine…"
She listed the answers to dozens of incredibly difficult problems in a row, not making a single mistake.
Sweat dripped from Song Fuzi's brow. He had only just finished solving the first problem on the rice paper.
But this child had rattled off dozens of answers in one breath without even needing to pick up a brush to calculate.
Dean Chen calculated them one by one. He considered the problems he'd written to be extremely complex; even someone of Song Fuzi's skill would need time to solve them. Yet she had answered instantly. 'Could she really be correct?'
Elder Gu also had his doubts. He stared at Dean Chen's calculations, his heart rising and falling with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
