Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 305 - 307 Who is More Knowledgeable Than Me [1/6]

The little one was already focused, reading the questions and answering them swiftly. In her eyes, this was her first real examination. The kindergarten she attended had minor tests, but to her, they were more like games. Therefore, facing the first true exam of her life, her attitude was exceptionally serious, and she approached each question with caution.

The middle-aged teacher held the answer key, standing perfectly still ever since the little one began. He watched her write down her answers, constantly comparing them with the key. Kong Zhiyuan stood behind her, mentally answering the questions himself and checking his own solutions against hers. Incredibly, the little one answered every single question correctly; her solutions were nearly identical to both of their answer keys. For a four-year-old to complete a middle school practice exam so flawlessly was a fundamental shock to their worldview.

About half an hour passed before the little one finally finished the last question. The middle-aged teacher looked at Kong Zhiyuan. "Principal, is this... is this real?" he stammered.

"You saw it with your own eyes. Could it be fake?" Kong Zhiyuan replied, his voice filled with awe. "A perfect score. This is a perfect score! A truly rare genius."

Wu Tian, on the other hand, appeared indifferent. He had fully expected the little one to get a perfect score.

The middle-aged teacher simply sighed in amazement, "How can the gap between people be so vast?"

Kong Zhiyuan didn't get upset; instead, he nodded in agreement. He himself had earned perfect scores in most subjects throughout his childhood, but even he could never have done what the little one just did at four years old. Most children at that age couldn't even solve first-grade problems. Once they entered elementary school, many feared the exams, happy just to pass. Comparing them to the little one... the difference was stark.

Damn, she's not a genius. She's a monster.

Kong Zhiyuan then explained their curriculum to the little one and Wu Tian. His Jixia Academy was different from the average school in Dragon Country. Typical elementary schools in the country had classes in the morning and afternoon, leaving children only the evening for themselves—and even then, parents usually sent them to bed by seven or eight. Middle and high schools were even more intense, with morning classes, afternoon classes, and mandatory evening self-study sessions where subjects like language, math, and English were taught on rotation.

Jixia Academy, however, operated differently. It only held classes in the morning, leaving the afternoon free for students. If they were bored, they could join school clubs. Clubs were not prevalent in the schools of Dragon Country. Kong Zhiyuan believed they were beneficial, but the education officials didn't recognize their value. In his view, out of a thousand students, not even a hundred would end up using the specific knowledge learned in school to make a living. So why were so many people wasting their time? Who actually used their academic knowledge in their adult careers?

He had once proposed inter-school competitions—city-level winners advancing to provincials, and provincial winners moving on to a national tournament. He believed this would be beneficial for the children. For example, kids who played basketball and watched *Slam Dunk* wished for such competitions. Those who loved soccer and watched *Captain Tsubasa* dreamed of similar tournaments. It would be a great thing if schools could cultivate diverse talents. A student's future success shouldn't have to depend solely on their academic performance.

However, his proposal was rejected by the foremost authority in the official education sector. Disheartened, Kong Zhiyuan left the public system and founded the private Jixia Academy, refusing all subsequent invitations to return.

At that moment, Kong Zhiyuan looked at the little one and Wu Tian, then said, "In my opinion, she should start in the first year of junior high. If she adapts well, I'll transfer her directly to the third year next year. Little one, you're still young. Although your knowledge is comparable to a third-year student's, you first need to learn how to get along with classmates. That's a very important skill."

Wu Tian felt that Kong Zhiyuan had a good point. The little one nodded in agreement. First-year student... that sounds way better than 'elementary schooler.' 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

But she still spoke up, "Grandpa, you promised. I'll spend one year in the first year, and then I'll go to the third year."

"Come on, let's make a pinky promise," she said, holding out her little finger. To a child, a pinky promise was as solemn as an oath signed in blood.

"Alright, alright, alright," Kong Zhiyuan chuckled, finding it amusing as he linked his pinky with hers.

Once the registration was complete, it was time to leave. Wu Tian was eager to find out what surprise Qin Yuhan and Murong Yezi had for him.

"Principal Kong, it's getting late. We shouldn't let the child go hungry," Wu Tian said as he picked up the little one. "From now on, either I, her mom, her grandma, or her maternal grandfather will bring her in the mornings. We'll be troubling you to take care of her."

"It's no trouble at all!" Kong Zhiyuan replied, smiling brightly as he saw them out. "With a child like this, I'd be heartbroken if any other school got to have her."

After Wu Tian and the others had left, the middle-aged teacher suddenly spoke up. "Principal, a few days ago you said I could be promoted to a homeroom teacher in the junior high division, right?"

Kong Zhiyuan nodded. He had indeed said that, and it wasn't a lie.

The middle-aged teacher also nodded, a smug smile on his face as he asked again, "So, which junior high class do you think we should put her in?"

"Which class... let me think." Suddenly, Kong Zhiyuan glared at the man. "You! Yan Zhan, are you trying to set me up?"

This middle-aged teacher was not a simple man. His surname, Yan, was very rare. Moreover, his ancestor was none other than Yan Hui.

"This isn't a setup," Yan Zhan said earnestly. "Entrust her to me. I will educate her properly and help her become a pillar of society."

"No, no, I have a better teacher in mind," Kong Zhiyuan said, shaking his head and rejecting the offer.

Yan Zhan grew a little upset. "Principal, tell me who it is! My knowledge is second to none. The only reason I've remained an elementary school teacher for so many years is because I lacked patience, but I'm different now. I've developed the patience to educate children. Tell me, who in Jixia Academy is better than me? Name them, and I'll go challenge them! This child must be taught by the most knowledgeable person available."

Kong Zhiyuan nodded. The saying 'a great master produces a brilliant student' was indeed true.

Seeing him agree, Yan Zhan pressed on, "Principal, just say it. Who is more qualified to teach that little one than me?"

"Me!" Kong Zhiyuan declared.

"You... you'll teach her? But you're the principal!" Yan Zhan was astonished.

"So what if I'm the principal? I've taken a liking to this child. You can go back to teaching the other little brats," Kong Zhiyuan snorted.

Yan Zhan was on the verge of tears. Even if you are the principal, you can't be this domineering! Where is the grace of your ancestor, Confucius?