880: Chapter 875 A Neat and Shameful Arrangement?

The entire audience gasped in shock.

The bullet screen comments instantly exploded.

【Hahahaha, is this the child prodigy? Why is he still sleeping?】

【I'm dying of laughter, was he scared unconscious?】

【It seems the rumors were fake after all. He's just an ordinary kid.】

Liu Hui let out a soft laugh backstage.

The show was just beginning.

But she didn't notice that Shen Yan, sitting on the sofa, had a minuscule upward curve at the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at his phone screen.

The 'Monopoly' system interface displayed a new message:

【Intelligence Updated: To ensure her daughter's victory, Li Hua tampered with the teleprompters of all contestants, except for Tong Jiajia.】

Shen Yan turned off the screen.

Cheating?

Then let's see how ridiculous such a petty trick is in the face of absolute strength.

The Host's voice echoed through the studio, filled with the exaggerated and inflammatory tone typical of variety shows.

The camera was locked onto Shen An's still-dozing face.

The mocking comments on the bullet screen were scrolling so fast they obscured the picture.

"It seems our little genius is still in his dreams, discussing the theory of relativity."

The Host joked, causing the audience to burst into loud laughter.

Liu Hui sat in the audience, her eyes behind her sunglasses gleaming with triumph.

She subtly signaled the director.

The director understood immediately and pressed the call button on his earpiece.

"Start with the first question directly. Don't give him any preparation time."

The large screen flickered, and the countdown reached zero.

What should have been a simple fill-in-the-blank ancient poem was now replaced by an entire wall of dense text.

It was the original text of "Pan Geng" from the *Book of Documents*, filled with obscure characters that even university students majoring in Chinese would need a dictionary for.

The entire venue fell silent instantly.

This wasn't a question for a three-year-old; it was an examination for postgraduate students in archaeology.

"Oh dear, it seems the system randomly selected a rather challenging question."

The Host covered his mouth in feigned surprise, his acting so exaggerated it was awkward.

"According to the rules, the contestant has thirty seconds for memorization."

"But considering little Shen An is still sleeping, should we...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen An, who had been keeping his head down, moved.

The little fellow rubbed his sleepy eyes, appearing slightly annoyed by the sudden noise.

He looked up at the large screen—just one glance.

Then he lowered his head again, pulled a milk candy from his pocket, and slowly unwrapped the paper.

"It's only thirty seconds. If the little friend can't read, he can ask his parents for help."

Tang Tang stood on a platform on the other side, holding a microphone, smiling like a porcelain doll.

"It's okay if little brother doesn't know it, I can teach you to recite 'Ode to the Goose'.")

Scattered applause rose from the audience seats, all cheering for Tang Tang.

Shen Yan sat on the sofa, lightly tapping his knee with his fingers, his expression as calm as if he were reviewing a dull report.

Liu Hui nervously clutched Shen Yan's sleeve.

"Hubby, this is too much bullying. An'an he..."

Shen Yan patted his wife's hand, signaling her to remain calm.

The thirty seconds passed in a flash.

All the text instantly vanished.

A spotlight suddenly hit Shen An.

"Time's up! Little Shen An, please recite the content you just saw."

The Host brought the microphone to Shen An's mouth, waiting to see the child who could only sleep make a fool of himself.

Shen An loudly crunched the milk candy in his mouth.

"Pan Geng moved to Yin, and the people were not settled in their dwellings."

His milky voice was transmitted throughout the venue through the microphone.

There was no pause, not a hint of hesitation.

The obscure classical text flowed from his mouth as smoothly as if he were drinking water or eating a meal.

The Host's smile froze on his face.

Li Hua abruptly sat bolt upright, her sunglasses nearly sliding off.

How was this possible?

She had specifically asked someone to find this obscure passage from the ancient texts archive.

Forget a three-year-old, even an adult would stumble trying to read it aloud.

Not only did Shen An memorize it, but his speed was increasing.

He didn't even seem to need to think; it was as if those characters were already etched into his brain.

Halfway through the recitation, Shen An suddenly stopped.

The entire audience held their breath.

Was he forgetting the words?

Or had he finally run out of material?

Shen An frowned slightly, a hint of confusion on his small face.

"The third character on the fourteenth line is typed incorrectly on the screen."

The whole venue fell into a dead silence.

"That character should be 'shuài' ( Rate), not 'shuài' ( handsome). Although they look similar, the usage is wrong."

Shen An calmly pointed out the error, his tone as placid as if he were lecturing a student who had made a mistake.

The control room backstage scrambled to check the original text.

Two seconds later, the director's trembling voice came through the earpiece, "Check... checked it. It was indeed typed wrong. It is 'shuài' ( Rate)."

Cold sweat instantly broke out on the Host's forehead.

This wasn't a child prodigy; this was practically a human scanner.

The bullet screen paused for a second, then erupted wildly.

【WTF? Seriously?】

【Is the script for this show too ridiculous? A three-year-old knows the *Book of Documents*?】

【The person above, did you not hear him correct the typo? Would a script dare be written like that?】

Li Hua's face turned ashen.

She glared fiercely at the director.

Since intellectual challenges weren't working, they would switch to physical ones.

"Ahem, it seems little Shen An's memory is indeed quite good."

The Host awkwardly tried to smooth things over.

"Next up is the second round: Logical Thinking and Mental Arithmetic."

This time, the large screen did not display the questions directly.

Staff members wheeled out two whiteboards.

The whiteboard for Tang Tang displayed a simple mixed addition and subtraction problem involving two-digit numbers.

However, the board for Shen An conspicuously displayed a system of three linear equations with one variable.

Furthermore, all the coefficients were two-digit decimals with no discernible pattern.

A wave of boos rose from the audience.

The targeting was too obvious; even an idiot could see it.

"This is unfair!"

Youyou, who had been sitting quietly beside them, suddenly stood up.

The little girl's face was flushed with anger as she pointed at the whiteboards on stage.

"Why is little brother's question so hard, but that older sister's is so easy?"

The Host wiped his sweat and forced a dry laugh, "This is the difficulty level intelligently matched based on the previous performance..."

"Intelligently matched?"

Shen Yan suddenly spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, nor was he using a microphone, but it was clearly audible in the quiet studio.

The oppressive aura of a superior forced the Host to instinctively close his mouth.

"Since it's intelligent matching, let my daughter try as well."

Shen Yan glanced at Youyou.

"Go ahead, help your little brother share one problem."

Youyou nodded vigorously and ran on her short legs to Shen An's side.

"I want the hard one too!"

Youyou pointed at the system of equations, her eyes stubborn.

Li Hua let out a cold sneer from the audience.

If they wanted the whole family to be embarrassed together, she would grant their wish.

She whispered an order into her earpiece, "Change hers to something harder—solid geometry."