Chapter 346
Yaoyao was holding the teacher's fountain pen, scribbling and drawing. However, before she could finish a few questions, Teacher Wang came looking for her.
Teacher Wang had searched all around outside, worried that the child might have run off to play by herself.
Turning her head, she spotted the little girl sitting inside the examination classroom.
Teacher Wang was completely dumbfounded.
Feeling incredibly awkward, she hurriedly knocked on the classroom door and apologized to the two professors.
The two professors were easygoing; seeing that an adult had arrived, they safely handed the child over to her.
Yaoyao really wanted to finish writing before leaving, but seeing Teacher Wang's urgent gaze, she knew this was not a place she could stay.
Mommy had said she needed to listen to her teachers and not cause trouble for them.
She had no choice but to put down the pen, drooping her little head in disappointment, and was led away by Wang Xiaoli, looking back with every step.
The old professor picked up the fountain pen left on the desk, capped it, and tucked it securely into his breast pocket.
Just as he was about to turn around, he noticed that the test paper was not filled with random scribbles, but rather several strings of crooked numbers.
He let out a surprised huh and picked it up to take a closer look.
What he saw gave him quite a start.
These were actually not scribbles at all, but the answers to the math problems.
And the answers were correct.
In disbelief, the old professor continued reading down the page, seeing that the multiple-choice questions a, b, c, and d were all filled out.
The letters a, b, c, and d were written much more neatly than the numbers.
It certainly did not look like something a three-year-old child could write.
The ink was not yet dry; it was clearly written with his own fountain pen.
However, since the child did not really know how to use a fountain pen, there were ink smudges everywhere.
The old professor could hardly conceal his astonishment.
Getting these few questions right was not particularly difficult.
But for a child who was only three or four years old, it was highly unusual.
These were not standard elementary school math problems; they were questions the professors had designed themselves based on the levels of the participating children.
Some of them might even stump junior high or high school students.
Was this child simply unbelievable?
He quickly handed it to the other professor. Lao Zhu, take a look at what this child did.
The other man took it, puzzled, but was equally shocked after looking at it.
The two huddled together, muttering to themselves for a long time, only snapping out of it when a child came up to hand in their paper.
The child handing in the paper was none other than the boy the little girl had called her brother.
Zhou Zedong handed in his test paper and was about to leave when the two men called out to him.
The old professor asked in surprise, Student Zhou Zedong, was that child just now your sister? Your biological sister?
Zhou Zedong stopped, turned to look at the two men, and said, She is my sister.
The two old professors exchanged a glance, as if they had understood something.
They immediately broke into bright smiles. Student Zhou Zedong, for the next examination, could you bring your sister over for us to see?
Zhou Zedong looked at them suspiciously. Noticing the test paper in their hands, he seemed to realize something. He withdrew his gaze and said, I have to ask my mom about this.
The two old professors immediately urged him to go ask his mom.
They said that since his sister was young and highly gifted, she needed to be nurtured from an early age.
Hearing this, Zhou Zedong's heart stirred.
If that was the case, could his sister be like Fang Bowen, starting school at a very young age, and be in the fourth grade by the time she was his younger brother's age?
Despite these thoughts, Zhou Zedong kept a straight face and walked out calmly.
In the afternoon, Si Nian heard from Teacher Wang that Yaoyao had accidentally wandered into the examination classroom for the genius cultivation class. However, the two professors were not angry and had a very good attitude, saying that Yaoyao was very likable.
Si Nian wondered to herself if Yaoyao had seen Xiaodong in the classroom and followed him inside.
Fortunately, she didn't cause any trouble.
Since they were going back relatively late in the afternoon, Si Nian decided to wait for her two sons to go home together.
She happened to run into Grandma Jiang, who was there to pick up her grandson.
They exchanged a few pleasantries, and then Zhou Zedong, Zhou Zehan, and Jiang Jiu came over pushing their bicycles.
Grandma Jiang, standing nearby, saw Zhou Zedong and asked curiously, Xiaodong, I heard you're participating in the examination for that genius cultivation class, right? How did it go? Was it very hard?
Zhou Zedong shook his head and said, Grandma Jiang, it wasn't hard.
Grandma Jiang sighed in amazement. She had heard this child was smart, but she didn't expect him to be this incredible.
If her own grandson had such good grades, she would wake up laughing from her dreams.
Unfortunately, her grandson didn't seem to have any talent for studying, and his grades were truly mediocre.
Otherwise, she would have been very tempted by this genius cultivation class and would have loved to send her grandson there.
Little Niannian, your Xiaodong is really something else. No wonder I even heard my son say his team leader wants to take your son in. Unlike our Xiaojiu, who can barely pass his exams. I really want to ask your Xiaodong to help tutor him.
Grandma Jiang felt a bit frustrated at her grandson's failure to meet expectations.
Si Nian smiled and rubbed Zhou Zedong's head. Auntie Jiang, you're exaggerating. Xiaojiu is also very smart; he just might not have his heart set on studying. Look at my Xiaohan, isn't he the same?
If he could be tutored, I would have had Xiaodong teach him a long time ago.
Hearing this, Grandma Jiang felt it made sense.
She had heard that the Second Child's grades were about the same as her own grandson's anyway.
Zhou Zedong looked at his younger brother and Jiang Jiu, withdrew his gaze, and said, Mom, our professor said he wants you to bring my sister to take the examination. The professor said she is very smart and needs to be nurtured from an early age.
Si Nian froze. What?
Zhou Zedong recounted what had happened that afternoon.
Si Nian had heard from Wang Xiaoli about her daughter entering the classroom.
But she hadn't mentioned any of this.
For a moment, she and Grandma Jiang just stared at each other wide-eyed.
Jiang Jiu and the Second Child also exchanged a glance.
What?
Their sister could also get into the genius cultivation class?
If their sister graduated, would they still be in elementary school?
...
Si Nian hadn't expected this to happen. Ever since she discovered Yaoyao's talent, she knew this child was definitely as extraordinary as Zhou Zedong.
At first, she was a bit worried.
But after hearing Zhou Yueshen's unfazed tone, she stopped minding it.
She figured that since Yaoyao was still young and not yet in school, even if she was unbelievably smart, only they would know about it for now.
When she started first grade and revealed her talent, Si Nian could just say she taught her herself. After all, the child would be seven by then, and since Si Nian was a teacher, it wouldn't be strange for a child who had studied under her for a few years to be smarter than average.
Just like the Eldest Child, who was now showing extraordinary talent without anyone finding it too strange.
Because he was already ten years old.
A highly capable seven- or eight-year-old child could be called a genius.
But a two- or three-year-old like Yaoyao, who grasped things the moment she heard them, wasn't just a genius; it was completely heaven-defying.
On one hand, she wanted to protect Yaoyao and ensure she had a happy childhood.
On the other hand, being nurtured from a young age in the genius cultivation class would also be beneficial for them.
Si Nian planned to discuss it with Zhou Yueshen and did not immediately answer her son.
Zhou Zedong didn't ask any further questions.
Anyway, whether his sister was good at studying or not didn't matter to him.
Even if his sister didn't go to school, he would work hard to make money and support them.
He didn't pursue fame or fortune.
Zhou Yueshen came back very late again that night.
Si Nian stayed up specifically to wait for him.
Zhou Yueshen parked his car outside and made very little noise as he entered.
Da Huang heard the sound, got up, and wagged his tail.
The daily ritual of petting the little dog's head upon returning home could not be skipped.
Zhou Yueshen tossed it two bones, then walked over to the nearby faucet and turned on the water to wash his hands.