"This... this..."
Peony and the others were at a loss.
Teacher Song rose to his feet, his face pale. "Miss Xiang, I hope you will stay at Lou Mountain Academy."
He had lost, but he was utterly convinced of his defeat. For Beili to have such an academic genius was a true blessing.
"Teacher." Ye Qianning bowed respectfully to the scholar.
She had just seen Teacher Song's calculations. The method was clumsy, but for someone from this era to have developed such a system was already remarkable.
She had to admit that Teacher Song was truly skilled. After all, all academic calculations evolved bit by bit. She had simply returned here from a more advanced era.
Academically, she genuinely felt Teacher Song was brilliant. But in terms of character, he was lacking—loud, arrogant, and looked down on everyone.
Teacher Song hadn't expected the child to bow to him so respectfully. His pale face instantly flushed with embarrassment.
