Jin Qianqian covered her mouth in surprise. If Xiao Dongzi were in the modern era, he would undoubtedly be considered a mathematical genius.
It had only been a few days since she taught him the basics of abacus mental calculation, yet he hadn't just mastered the concepts—he could apply them to new problems. No matter how difficult the calculation, he could come up with the answer in an instant.
"If there were an international abacus mental calculation competition, he'd definitely take first place," Jin Qianqian whispered into Gu Wenheng's ear.
Gu Wenheng looked at the chicken-scratch handwriting beside him, then at the neat, accurate numbers. He shook his head in slight disappointment. "If he weren't so drastically unbalanced in his skills, this kid might have the talent of a top scholar.
"Just look at these characters. I've had him practice them hundreds of times, yet they still look like they're lying flat on the paper. He's quite a piece of work.
