Pei Yizhou signed up and came back soon, while An Zimo stood aside and waited quietly with his number plate.

The rules for participating in this mental arithmetic competition are very simple. The host invites two children to the stage according to the competition numbers. The host gives five math questions. Whoever answers the fastest and has the most answers is considered the winner and enters the next round. The final winner is

The winner will receive a learning machine.

Parents are very interested in this activity, and many people have signed up for their children. The oldest is eight years old and the youngest is four or five years old. The questions given by the host are very simple. They are all addition and subtraction within two digits.

The only questions that arise are similar to what seven plus eight equals.

This kind of arithmetic undoubtedly insulted An Zimo's intelligence. He felt that he was very mentally retarded, and when he thought about going on stage later, he felt that it was hard to save face.

But……

Mother likes the little tiger in the back.

The yellow little tiger is very similar to the one she once drew. Does this mean that her mother still remembers him deep in her memory?

In a daze, the host called his and another child's names.

An Zimo was about to go on stage. An Xiang pulled him nervously: "Mo Mo, it's okay if you don't know. Don't be nervous."

An Zimo raised his eyebrows, broke away from An Xiang's hand and walked up.

She curled up her ten fingers, and a light sweat broke out on her forehead. An Xiang had not been with An Zimo for long, and knew from the details that he was a child with very strong self-esteem. There were many people around the shopping mall on Saturday, and the hall was even more crowded.

People come and go, if he doesn't know the topic, his self-esteem will be hurt, qaq.

An Xiang suddenly began to feel distressed and even wanted to tear her son away.

son??

An Xiang was startled by her own thoughts, put away her thoughts and focused on looking at the stage.

An Zimo was wearing a striped shirt and a pair of shorts. He stood tall and straight, with an outstanding aristocratic temperament. His black hair was smooth and pressed against his forehead. His skin was snow-white, his facial features were exquisite, and his pupils were as dark as jade. Standing quietly on the stage, he looked like

A painting.

His appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention, and many passers-by stopped to watch.

An Xiang was very worried that the children would be stage frightened or nervous, but he was not. He stood next to the host and calmly accepted several pairs of looks. He even gave An Xiang a comforting look. His calm attitude was in stark contrast to the anxious and nervous boys next to him.

Compared.

"Both children, please introduce yourselves first, shall we start with you?"

The host first interviewed the guy next to An Zimo. The little chubby guy holding the microphone blushed with excitement and muttered for a long time before he finished introducing himself. The naive and cute model attracted a lot of good-natured laughter.

The host handed the microphone to An Zimo again: "Where is this little baby? What's your name?"

"An Zimo."

"Did mom ask you to participate in this competition?"

An Zimo said expressionlessly: "I want to give my mother a gift."

Host: "Do you want to win first place and give it to your mother?"

An Zimo frowned: "I can win the first place anytime, but the tiger behind me only has a chance today."

"!!!"

What a crazy tone!

What does it mean that you can win the first place at any time! Are you so arrogant at such a young age?

I have to say that An Zimo did attract others' attention.

An Xiang covered her face in embarrassment, so the kid really went up there just because of her? I have to say she was a little touched.

"...Your ink is so weird." An Xiang couldn't help but complain to Pei Yizhou.

The man smiled lightly: "This is not floating, this is strength."

An thought: "?"

What's going on? Is your whole family so bloated?

At this time, the host asked the two children to take their seats. There was a red button in front of them. Whoever thought of the answer could directly press the bell to answer. After the countdown, the first question appeared on the small screen behind them——

[16+17＝?]

An Zimo pressed the bell while another child was reading a question, so fast that he didn't think about it: "33."

This kind of arithmetic problem is naturally not difficult for adults, nor is it too difficult for smart children. However, An Zimo answered quickly and still received many compliments.

Coming to the second question soon.

[33+18＝?]

An Zimo rang the bell again, rather bored: "51."

[78-19＝?]

"59."

[785496-587965+3457=?]

"Wait a minute, this question is wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, An Zimo's ringtone rang again, and he said without thinking: "200988."

The host was stunned, silently took out his computer, and came up with the same answer as An Zimo.

This time the scene was completely silent.

An Xiang was shocked. A four-year-old child... is so good at mental arithmetic? Could it be that Mo Mo is a genius?!!!

"Uncle, can you hurry up?"

An Zimo wanted to take the little tiger home quickly, but the host's silence made him unable to help but urge. But when he saw An Xiang's stunned eyes in the audience, his eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth raised, "Uncle, these questions

It's a bit too simple for me. Let's do this, you give me a string of numbers, and then ask someone else to give me a string of numbers, and I can give the answer to addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within one second. If I answer correctly, I will put the little tiger behind

Give it to me. Of course, the brother next to me can compete separately, after all, it is not fair to him."

It is very unfair to compete with a genius.

The host has never seen such a child, and even the organizer has never seen such an arrogant four-year-old child. His remarks really aroused the host's desire to challenge, and the crowd surrounding the stage increased several times.

.

The host asked: "How long can the number be?"

An Zimo nodded: "Well, any number as long as a phone number is fine."

The host slapped his thigh and directly gave the phone number, and then asked a passerby to give the phone number. An Zimo only glanced at it and calmly gave the answer to the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two strings of numbers.

All answers are correct.

He gave the answer so quickly that he didn't even think about it.

An Zimo came to An Xiang with the little tiger he won and handed it over: "Here."

An Xiang still looked at him blankly.

"Actually, I'm a genius." An Zimo showed off proudly, "The kind with an IQ of 150."

He had never been proud of his IQ before, but now, he is honored that these little wisdoms can become the pride of his mother. He will grow up by her side, will become a world-famous pharmacologist, and will become her

The best son.

An Xiang innocently took over the little tiger. Looking at the innocent expression on the little tiger's face, something seemed to burst out of the depths of his head.

An Zimo ignored the gazes from all directions and naturally held An Xiang's hand: "Let's go, let's go eat."

An thought: "..." He burped.

"By the way, you don't have to take online classes from now on, I'll teach you."

An thought: "..."

An Zimo: "I can't stand your online class for a long time. What are you teaching?"

An thought: "…………"

Passerby: “…………”

What a genius!!!

***

An Xiang was still in a state of confusion until she returned home. When An Zimo disappeared behind the door, she suddenly woke up, holding the tiger in one hand and pulling Pei Yizhou back to the bedroom.

"What's going on kid?!"

Pei Yizhou smiled calmly, and his expression looked very much like An Zimo's.

An Xiang clutched her chest, "He, he is really a genius?"

Pei Yizhou: "It's just a little clever."

A bit?

Mortal wisdom??
To be continued...