After this math session ended, He Lingfeng gained an affectionate new nickna, "Little Brother".
"Little Brother, can you show how you did this?"
At first, everyone tried to stump him.
But He Lingfeng was incredibly skilled, able to quickly explain the solution process for any problem.
He was a disciple of Professor Liu and Professor Gao.
Plus, he had undergone a transformation by taking online courses on the forum during this ti.
Even the top students admitted defeat and brought him math olympiad problems they couldn't solve.
So olympiad problems were challenging. He Lingfeng took more ti on those, but still solved them within ten minutes.
After seeing the solutions, the top students eagerly studied the thought process and steps, thinking, "So that's how it's done, you're incredible."
He Lingfeng was clearly accustod to praise, replying "Thank you" in a sowhat aloof tone.
But with his handso looks and cool deanor, he ca across as truly adorable.
"Are you attending the computer class next period?" asked a top student.
"Yes."
"Great, I'll be there too."
At that mont, no one knew what would happen next.
They used the break to go for a stroll, marveling aloud, "Is this really just a kindergarten?"
After a while, class started again.
He Lingfeng took the podium and lectured everyone.
Not just the top students, but everyone was dumbfounded.
As Professor Gao's disciple, He Lingfeng easily taught the introductory computer class.
When the class ended, everyone rushed to the kindergarten's official comnt section to share their thoughts.
"Folks, I attended Starry Sky Kindergarten and seems to have unlocked so hidden content."
People quickly asked what happened.
With a grave tone, soone explained, "In addition to the usual classes, there are two hidden ones - advanced math and computer science, taught by absolute experts. One of the teachers..."
They didn't know how to describe it.
Had the world encountered a glitch?
Or did human evolution just forget to notify them?
A child teaching university-level courses seed inexplicably surreal.
Fans begged, "Tell us quickly!"
But that person just left them hanging after building up the suspense.
Not cool.
"What's this hidden content? Spill it or I won't sleep tonight!"
Soone else comnted under the post, "A five-year-old taught us computer science."
But when the truth ca out, no one believed it.
"Soone escort this madman out."
"The world is in disrepair, so kids are patching it up?"
"Hey, why don't you believe ? I'm telling the truth."
"Believing you is the real madness."
...
After the online flash store went viral, many people did co specifically for those few teachers.
In the painting class, Qi Zhongyi unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance.
Ten years ago, they attended a painting training camp together.
Back then, he rose to fa, but Wang Heng nearly got expelled.
Over the years, Wang Heng applied to various art schools but failed the entrance exams repeatedly.
He did have so talent - he could color-match accurately after just a glance, replicating scenes up to 80% faithfully. But his creative ability was poor.
In the local art scene, Wang Heng was sowhat renowned.
Many well-aning teachers advised him to give up and leave this field.
Art requires imnse natural talent. Qi Zhongyi was considered a prodigy, but Mu Zhixing's talents surpassed even his.
For ordinary people, it's extrely difficult to improve after reaching a certain level.
But Wang Heng persisted for a very long ti.
Rarely seeing his old friend, Qi Zhongyi asked Mu Zhixing to watch the classroom while he t Wang Heng outside.
"How have you been all these years?"
"Sa old," said Wang Heng. He then made his request, "Could I beco your student?"
It's traditional to take an art master in painting. If the incident hadn't happened, Qi Zhongyi would undoubtedly be a renowned young painter now.
The incident tarnished his reputation but didn't erase his artistic achievents.
Unable to create original works, Wang Heng was rejected by many masters.
If he could study under Qi Zhongyi, it would be his last hope.
Qi Zhongyi replied, "I can accept you, but my reputation in the art world isn't good. As my student, you'll also face great difficulties and likely beco just a craftsman. Are you still willing?"
A derogatory term for assembly-line artists in the industry.
"Yes, I'm willing."
Qi Zhongyi imdiately called Mu Zhixing over. "She is your senior fellow disciple."
As he said, taking a master is traditional, and seniority isn't based on age.
Wang Heng was surprised. "She's your child?"
Qi Zhongyi blushed. "Don't talk nonsense, I'm still single. She's my beloved disciple." Ever since eting Mu Zhixing, his social dia was filled with her artworks.
Wang Heng addressed her as "Senior Sister", then said, "I have a son older than her. If they'll attend the sa primary school in the future, could he look out for her?"
"She's in the Bright Virtue Primary School district."
"That's great."
Qi Zhongyi urged, "Bring your son to et her!"
Qi Zhongyi knew Mu Zhixing was timid and eager to please others.
If she were bullied, that would be terrible.
When Wang Heng ntioned his son, he beca concerned.
Wang Heng imdiately called his wife to bring their son over.
His son Wang Dan, around seven or eight years old, was a mischievous brat.
According to Wang Heng, the boy often got into fights and had beaten up fourth-graders despite only being in first grade.
Qi Zhongyi's eyes lit up hearing this.
Good, the boy knew how to fight!
When Wang Dan arrived and saw Mu Zhixing, he said, "Who's this little potato?"
Wang Heng promptly rapped his son's head. "Watch your mouth! She's your senior martial arts sister."
"Senior martial what? I'm shocked!"
"She's my senior fellow disciple, so naturally your senior martial arts sister. She'll attend primary school next year, so you must protect her and not let anyone bully your senior."
At seven or eight years old, the boy was familiar with internet novels about martial arts sects. His face turned beet red upon realizing what "senior martial arts sister" ant. This little potato looked so soft and frail.
It would be so embarrassing to call her that at school.
He stubbornly refused to say it.
But his father kept insisting, "Just say it, and I'll buy you a kids' al afterwards."
The kids' al was indeed quite appealing to Wang Dan. He glanced around to make sure no one was looking.
Then, rather reluctantly, he called out: "Senior Master."
Mu Zhixing felt embarrassed too.
Qi Zhongyi, standing nearby, said: "He's calling you."
Mu Zhixing responded with a faint "Mm," his voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.
Afterwards, he went off sowhere.
A little while later, he returned with several packets of snacks for the young boy.
The boy's eyes were filled with surprise—inside were potato chips and chocolate, every child's favorite treats.
There were also two packs of spicy strips, the premium kind from the supermarket, costing 3.50 yuan each.
At his school gate, they only sold the 50-cent ones. "Are these for ?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm!"
In a gesture of reciprocation, Wang Dan imdiately thumped his chest with a resounding thud: "From now on, I'll protect you."
Qi Zhongyi, watching from the side, felt very gratified. Not only had he taken on a disciple, but he'd also found a little bodyguard for his beloved pupil. Wasn't this a double blessing?
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