Chen Zhi looked at Zhao Xiaolong with the caring gaze one might reserve for the mentally impaired.
"Ten," Chen Zhi replied weakly.
"Ha! Too easy, right?" Zhao Xiaolong looked triumphant, feeling that his opponent had already fallen into his trap. "Then listen carefully, what is twenty minus eight?"
This was two-digit subtraction! And it required borrowing!
For a kid in the junior class, this was absolutely out of the syllabus.
Zhao Xiaolong smugly crossed his arms, waiting to see Chen Zhi embarrassingly count on his fingers.
"Twelve."
Chen Zhi answered almost instantly, without even blinking an eye.
Zhao Xiaolong's smile froze on his face.
That fast?
He must be guessing, right?
"You... don't be too proud!" Zhao Xiaolong was getting a little anxious. "Then I'll test you on multiplication! What is seven times eight?"
"Fifty-six."
"Nine times six?"
"Fifty-four."
"Eight times nine?"
"Seventy-two."
No matter how fast Zhao Xiaolong threw out the questions, Chen Zhi's answers followed immediately, without any pause in between.
The murmurs from the surroundings grew louder.
"Oh my god, doesn't he even need to think?"
"He's faster than a calculator!"
"Zhao Xiaolong seems to be sweating..."
Zhao Xiaolong was indeed sweating.
Fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and the feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go.
Wasn't this kid supposed to be crying for his mommy?
"Three digits!" Zhao Xiaolong gritted his teeth and decided to bring out his trump card. "One hundred and twenty-five multiplied by eight!"
This was a Math Olympiad question his dad had taught him, and it took him a long time to memorize the calculation method.
The whole place went dead silent.
Even the teachers watching the drama unfold from the sidelines couldn't help but take two steps forward, wanting to see how Chen Zhi would handle it.
Chen Zhi yawned.
He raised a hand to rub his slightly sore neck, his tone full of impatience.
"One thousand."
W-what? Even elementary school students might not be able to figure this out, yet he answered so quickly.
Zhao Xiaolong was starting to sweat profusely.
"Is there anything else? If not, I'm going back to sleep."
After saying that, Chen Zhi turned around to leave.
"Stop right there!"
Zhao Xiaolong roared, his face turning the color of pig liver.
Being publicly ignored by a brat from the junior class, how was he going to survive in the senior class from now on?
He had to win back his dignity!
Since arithmetic couldn't stump this kid, he would switch to something else!
Zhao Xiaolong suddenly remembered the bilingual cram school his mom had signed him up for.
Right! English!
The junior class kids couldn't even recognize all the pinyin, how could they possibly understand English!
"I'm going to test your English!" Zhao Xiaolong blocked Chen Zhi's way, a confident smile reappearing on his face. "So what if you know arithmetic? Elites nowadays all need to know international languages!"
Chen Zhi stopped in his tracks, looking at the little chubby kid blocking his way, and frowned slightly.
Why was this kid so stubborn?
"What is your name?" Zhao Xiaolong asked loudly, his pronunciation quite off. "Wa-te yi-si you ni-mu?"
The surrounding kids looked bewildered.
What kind of spell was this?
Chen Zhi rubbed his temples in some pain.
This botched pronunciation was sheer auditory pollution for someone like him who already possessed an IELTS band 8 proficiency in English thanks to his 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 sounded even better than the foreign teacher at the cram school?
No, this must be an illusion!
Unwilling to concede, Zhao Xiaolong racked his brains for the most advanced sentence he knew.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit him.
This was the mandatory dialogue practiced at the beginning of every English class, and also his forte.
Zhao Xiaolong took a deep breath, struck a pose he thought was very gentlemanly, and asked loudly:
"How are you?"
After speaking, he stared intently at Chen Zhi, having already preset the standard answer in his mind.
As long as this kid answered "I'm fine, thank you", he would immediately follow up with "And you?", and then confuse the heck out of him!
The air seemed to freeze.
Everyone held their breath, watching this pinnacle showdown that crossed age boundaries.
Chen Zhi looked at Zhao Xiaolong's large, expectant face and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.
Is this childhood?
Filled with meaningless competitiveness and ridiculous pride.
Since you want to play, I'll play along and make it big.
Chen Zhi cleared his throat and did not give the textbook standard answer.
He tilted his head slightly and fluently spat out a string of long sentences in a lazy and pure London accent:
"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 making me a bit tired. Rather than satisfying your fragile ego, I'd much rather go back and take a nap. Did you understand that?)
His speaking speed was extremely fast, his liaisons were perfect, and his intonation was elegant.
Every word was like a round pearl, pattering as they hit the ground.
The entire venue fell into a dead silence.
Even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves could be heard clearly.
Now, not only were these little kindergarten brats shocked, but even the teachers nearby were shocked.
Zhao Xiaolong opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.
His mind went completely blank.
Wh-what was this?
This wasn't "I'm fine"?
This long string of gibberish, which planet's language was it anyway?
Separated, he didn't seem to recognize a single word, and strung together, it sounded like an alien tongue.
He felt the kind of frustration a rogue cultivator might feel when encountering a genius from a top-tier sect.
The English he was so proud of was nothing but a joke in front of this brat who was three years younger than him.
Chen Zhi looked at the dumbstruck Zhao Xiaolong, the corners of his mouth curling up into a mocking smile.
He switched back to Chinese, considerately translating a sentence:
"I said, I'm fine, thank you."
After saying that, he ignored Zhao Xiaolong, who was petrified on the spot. With his hands in his pockets, he walked through the crowd, leaving behind only a back view that concealed his merits and fame.
"Wow!!!"
A few seconds later, an earth-shattering cheer erupted in the hallway.
Although they didn't understand what Chen Zhi had said, just looking at Zhao Xiaolong's expression, which looked like he had eaten a fly, they knew who had won.
"Chen Zhi is so cool!" Lin Wanwan was so excited that her face turned red, her eyes filled with little stars.
Li Zihan straightened his back even more and made a face at Zhao Xiaolong: "Blegh! I told you my big bro is the number one little genius of Sunflower Kindergarten! Did you get that? That was advanced English you couldn't understand!"
Zhao Xiaolong stood where he was, the Transformer in his hand dropping to the ground with a clatter.
He looked in the direction Chen Zhi had left, his eyes turning red and his mouth pouting.
"Waaah! I want to go home and find my mommy! He's bullying me! He scolded me in bird language!"
The tyrant of the senior class had his Dao heart shattered in this very moment.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
