The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class

Chapter 101

Perhaps he had mistakenly taken the exam for eleven-year-olds, which would make sense. For him, it would naturally be challenging.

The sound of the little devil slamming the table was so loud that it startled Zong Wenxiu, who was silently writing beside him. He cast a puzzled glance in his direction.

To be safe, Zhao Yin came over to check the exam paper before replying, "No, this is the right one. Young Master Wenxiu just took this exam two days ago and achieved first place in the academy and nineteenth in the joint examination."

After saying this, he handed the exam paper to Zong Wenxiu, who confirmed it was indeed the same one.

Just as Zong Wenxiu was about to agree, he saw his brother’s angry face, looking hurt and sad, as if he had been deceived.

"Brother, is this true?"

Zong Wenxiu’s throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it hard for him to speak the truth.

He paused and advised, "Jincheng, don’t be too hasty. You just haven’t learned this yet—it doesn’t mean you can’t. There’s a big difference between the two."

"What difference? I still can’t do it," the little devil mumbled, his lips pouting like a teapot.

Zong Wenxiu chuckled patiently and said, "Think about your progress over the past few months. You’ve been learning so fast. With your talent, I’m sure you’ll be able to solve this paper in a month."

"Really?"

"Really, I’m not lying," Zong Wenxiu said with a smile. "Just do me a favor and give me a month’s head start, so I won’t fall too far behind you in the future, okay?"

Zong Jincheng thought about how good his brother had always been to him. If the competition was with Zong Wenxiu, he could afford to give him some leeway.

So he nodded and soon replied with a sweet smile, "Okay."

There was probably no one else in the world who could calm the little devil down so quickly.

Zhao Yin couldn’t help but admire how skilled Zong Wenxiu was at persuasion. Instead of directly answering the question, he found another angle to praise Zong Jincheng, diverting his attention, and then used their sibling bond to smooth things over.

Hmm, not bad. Something to learn from.

Xu Wan had already anticipated that the little devil wouldn’t do well on this exam. Even though she had given him a heads-up, it didn’t help. This kid needed to face a few setbacks to understand the gap between himself and others.

Zong Wenxiu’s anxious heart finally relaxed. Not bad, not as bad as he had feared.

Zong Jincheng, on the other hand, was even more excited and asked, "What about me? Did I do better? Am I still firmly in first place in the academy?"

Pan Hongzhi’s mouth twitched as he replied, "Young Master Jincheng: A of Bing, around thirtieth place."

This infuriating kid always managed to be so smug, yet he consistently performed well. Heaven truly favored him too much.

Zong Jincheng: "..."

I’m done. What a lousy score!

The little devil immediately withdrew his smile, plopped back into his seat, and his entire face screamed: I hate the entire world.

Xu Wan glanced at him and then said to the note-taking attendant beside her, "Record their exam results each time so we can compare them later."

"Yes, Madam."

Xu Wan then said, "It’s getting late. Everyone, go have dinner first, and we’ll reconvene later. I have some matters to arrange."

The teachers, who lived and ate in the residence, obeyed Xu Wan, their benefactor, without question. After acknowledging her, they left one by one.

The little devil was still sulking, refusing to move no matter how much Zong Wenxiu tried to persuade him. He didn’t even want to eat dinner now.

Xu Wan said, "Stop trying, Wenxiu. If he doesn’t want to eat, let him go hungry. There are consequences for throwing tantrums."

Hearing this, Zong Jincheng became even more annoyed. He turned his round head toward her and shouted, "Can’t you say something nice for once?"

"No," Xu Wan replied coldly.

Zong Jincheng snorted heavily and muttered, "So biased. You only say nice things to my brother. With me, it’s all sarcasm and no comfort. I’m still a kid, okay? I’m even younger! You don’t know how to take care of me at all!"

Xu Wan: "..."

What is this little rascal muttering about?

Is he... trying to act spoiled with her?