When their wives gave birth to children, it seemed inevitable that they would compete
through them too. Unfortunately, Anthony K's talent was outstanding. He was only in his
early thirties and already stood at the top of the Bayside District business world.
He left Mr. Wiles' sons in the dust. After this blow, it was many years before Mr. Wiles
visited John again. Now that he had brought his grandson, Davy, with him, his intentions
were obvious.
Mr. Wiles looked at Dora, who was still nestled in Aiden's arms. This is your
granddaughter Dora, right? he said, pretending to be friendly. How old is she? It's
unfortunate she doesn't seem to have any talent.
Dora was furious. She snorted and turned her head away so she wouldn't have to look at
him. Mr. Wiles wasn't angry.
He said to Davy, Tell Grandpa K about your achievements. Just tell him about a few of
them. Davy raised his head high.
His eyes were full of arrogance. His childish voice seemed to echo through the room. I
have memorized the first thousand digits of pi and can recite them now if you would like.
At the age of four, I participated in the USA JIMO and earned the top score for primary
school participants. At the age of five, I achieved an AIME record-breaking score and won
another gold medal. At the age of five and a half... As Davy rattled off his list of
accomplishments, Mr. Wiles smiled proudly.
John, on the other hand, looked increasingly shocked. He had not expected Davy to be so
talented. Even Aiden sighed to himself.
He met a real math prodigy today. He was probably more advanced than most university
students. If Aiden were still the same person he had been last year, he would have been
ashamed to be in the presence of someone as impressive as Davy.
But now that he had the system, Davy's achievements meant little in his eyes. So Aiden
just smiled and listened as Davy spoke. He didn't show much emotion.
Mr. Wiles noticed Aiden's calmness. Quickly, though, he muttered to himself, I guess he doesn't even know what USA JIMO and AIME are, right? If he knew, he'd certainly look
more impressed. At the same time, Aiden noticed that Davy was staring at Dora.
Finally, after a long time, Davy looked down and stopped talking. His small face suddenly
showed a trace of nervousness. How is it? He stuttered, looking up at Dora again.
Am I good?.
Dora raised her head like a proud white swan. That's
baby stuff, she said disdainfully. Then she crawled back into Aiden's arms, not caring
enough to look over at Davy.
Davy's face turned pale. Everyone was looking at him. Only Dora looked away.
Then he looked at Dora and Aiden together, and jealousy filled his heart. Men and
women can't sit together like that. Let Dora go, he shouted angrily.
At first, Aiden was stunned, but then the corner of his mouth twitched. Could it be that
little Davy saw him as a love rival? Aiden suddenly had a bad idea. He shook his head at
Davy.
Master Dora is right, he said, laughing softly. These achievements of yours are
insignificant in her eyes. Baby stuff, just like she said.
Master Dora? Everyone was stunned. Even Dora raised her head to look at Aiden
doubtfully. When did she become her big brother's master? Aiden winked at Dora so only
she could see, signaling for her to play along.
Dora understood immediately. That's right, he's my student, she shouted. Everything he
says is true.
Davy glared at Aiden, enraged. Even if you are Dora's disciple, you can't call me a baby.
Aiden couldn't help but sneer.
Do you really think you're a math genius? But you're nowhere near as good at math as
Dora. I'm not surprised she thinks you're a baby. Right, Master Dora? Dora had taken up
her new role with enthusiasm.
She was very happy. She nodded in response to Aiden and glared coldly at Davy. John,
however, was concerned.
Aiden, Aiden, why are you talking nonsense? He knew Dora wasn't very good at math,
even for someone so young. How humiliating it will be if they're exposed later. Mr. Wiles,
for his part, bristled at Aiden's words.
What nonsense! He really dares to suggest that my grandson is worse in math than your
granddaughter? If that's so, let's hear what she has to say about it. Mr. Wiles sneered at
John. This... this... John suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He was worried. Just as he was wondering how to smooth things over, Aiden spoke
again. He seemed indifferent.
Is he worthy? He said carelessly. I'm not sure anyone cares about Davy or his supposed
skill in his first grade math. He's not on the same level as Master Dora.
You can't even compare them. Boy, you're crazy. Mr. Wiles looked at him coldly.
Aiden went to meet his eyes, but suddenly a strange feeling overcame him. It was as
though the aura of the mountain were somehow enveloping him. Ding.
Receiving the suppression of the aura. Aura, plus one. Ding.
The aura has reached the proficient level stage. Current progress, eleven out of a
hundred. Ding.
Activating proficient level aura. Automatically eliminating the effects of the aura. Aiden
had been stifled by Mr. Wiles' overwhelming presence.
It felt as though he were staring at some cold-blooded god of death, and his blood turned
to ice. However, as soon as the proficient level aura was activated, this feeling
disappeared immediately. He couldn't help but smile.
He looked at Mr. Wiles calmly. Mr. Wiles' pupils shrank to pinpoints as he looked Aiden
up and down, sizing him up. This time, he had trouble getting a good read on the boy.
Top generals had wilted under the power of his gaze, but this kid didn't even look away.
What a strange young man. By now, Davy couldn't take it anymore.
He jumped forward. Aiden, I want to compete with you, he criedcried Mr. Wiles had tutored Davy in math since he was young.
He had overcome countless obstacles and won numerous awards. He felt that he was
superior to kids his own age, and he often looked down on them with disdain. How could
he, so proud and arrogant, have been defeated by someone as insignificant as Aiden?
How could he tolerate it? What makes you want to compete with me? Aiden asked.
Davy wasn't sure what to say, so he stared at Aiden speechless. Aiden sighed. Alright,
Davy, let's see which one of us is better at mental arithmetic.
Mr. Wiles smiled at this. Even if Aiden was a little strange, he wouldn't be able to outdo
Davy in mental arithmetic. Davy's mental calculation ability was amazing, and even the
Oxford's mathematics department had praised him.
After receiving his grandfather's instructions, Davy nodded at Aiden. Do you dare to
compete with me at mental arithmetic? He asked proudly. Aiden was stunned, and he pretended to be very reluctant.
Mental arithmetic? Alright. Aiden lacked confidence. Mr. Wiles saw.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Just as he was about to announce the rules
of the competition, though, Aiden suddenly interrupted him. Wait! What is it? Mr. Wiles
asked, clearly annoyed.
If I win, you have to promise to do something for me. Do you dare? Aiden sounded
confident, but he avoided Mr. Wiles' eyes. Before Mr. Wiles had even heard his request,
his immediate impulse was to refuse.
Promises could end up costing a fortune for someone as powerful as Mr. Wiles. They
weren't something to be casually dolled out to whoever asked. However, he observed a
note of panic in Aiden's eyes, and a thought occurred to him.
He was trying to scare him! Mr. Wiles adjusted his posture so he could look down at the
boy. Why wouldn't I dare? How about this? If you lose, you have to take off your clothes
and run down the mountain naked. So, do you still want to compete? Well, Aiden said.
Aiden's reaction made Mr. Wiles feel even more confident in his guess. He was very
pleased with himself. He thought he had exposed Aiden's plan.
After hesitating for a few moments, Aiden finally gritted his teeth. Let's compete! Isn't it
just mental arithmetic? Master taught me well. Thinking he saw Aiden's inner cowardice
and weakness, Mr. Wiles smiled.
He didn't know Aiden was smiling, too, though his face still looked serious. Mr. Wiles had
been tricked. Ding! Deceiving others.
Acting skills, plus one. Current progress, one out of ten. Current level, beginner level.
Mr. Wiles, who couldn't wait to teach Aiden a lesson, announced the rules of the mental
arithmetic competition. To guarantee fairness, he and John would each write out a series
of numbers that were more than ten digits in length. The numbers would then be used to
create ten math problems.
Whoever solved all the problems first would win. John had Miss Lee bring them paper
and pencils and then began to write down the numbers along with Mr. Wiles. John was
very anxious as he wrote.
He was already wondering what he would do when Aiden lost. If he let the poor boy run
down the mountain naked, he'd be humiliated. Not to mention the embarrassment that
such going-ons would bring to the Kay family.
He wished Aiden hadn't been so impulsive and silently scolded the boy. Mr. Wiles was