The Marquis Mansion's Elite Class-Chapter 161
Zong Jincheng's day was incredibly eventful. After acing his exams that morning, he felt confident he had passed. As expected, when the teacher announced:
"Out of six students in the Child Prodigy Class test, only one passed. That student is Zong Jincheng. Please bring your tuition in three days to enroll."
"Wow! You passed! You're amazing, little brother!" Zong Wenxiu was the first to congratulate him.
Zong Jincheng proudly raised his chin. "Hmph, such an easy exam, I knew I'd pass!"
The other students who didn't make it started asking him for study tips, only to be subjected to the little demon's boasting: "I just casually studied, and everything came easily. I pass all my exams effortlessly. It's all talent, pure talent..."
The students were so annoyed they wanted to throw shoes at him.
They wanted study tips, not bragging lessons!
Zong Wenxiu, laughing and shaking his head, added, "My brother's just joking. Don't take him seriously. He actually studies very hard, always up early reading..."
This calmed the students a bit.
But then the brat chimed in again: "What he said is true, I am both talented and hardworking. I went from total beginner to getting into the Child Prodigy Class in just six months!"
"Six months!!!" The other students were so jealous they looked like they were about to turn into monsters.
Some rational ones looked at Zong Wenxiu, hoping for another correction, telling them this wasn't true, just an exaggeration!
Zong Wenxiu: "...It's true this time."
The students' jealousy made their faces twist in frustration.
Zong Jincheng laughed so loudly and crazily down the street, receiving countless glares from the other flunked students, but he didn’t care at all. He dragged Zong Wenxiu to celebrate.
His brother asked, "It's noon, shouldn't we head back to Marquis Manor for lunch? Auntie might be waiting for us."
Zong Jincheng excitedly replied, "Nope, nope, let's go to Zuixiang House to celebrate my admission to the Child Prodigy Class! Haha, I'm treating you, bro. I’ve got money now!"
With his ten taels of silver, the little demon could almost call himself rich. Plus, he’d always leeched off his brother before, so now that he was finally treating, he was ecstatic.
Zong Wenxiu said, "Alright, but don't order too much. We'll only get what we can eat."
The brat nodded vigorously. "Got it, got it, bro. Let's hurry!"
The kid dragged his brother down the street, finally experiencing the joy of taking a carriage, with enough space to kick around without hitting anyone.
Maybe because his little brother was so happy, it made Zong Wenxiu smile uncontrollably too.
Child Prodigy Class.
They had both finally gotten in.
Qin Ye, we're catching up to you.
You better stay put.
Zuixiang House.
When the waiter spotted Zong Jincheng, he immediately greeted them with a smile. "Master Zong, a noble has reserved the second floor today. Would you like a window seat on the first floor?"
Zong Jincheng blinked, tilting his head. "Sure, I can't afford a better spot anyway."
As the waiter led them over, he chuckled. "Master Zong, you're too modest. Who in the entire capital can be richer than your family at Marquis Manor? Our shop's suppliers all have deals with your household."
"Ah??" Zong Jincheng was stunned.
Zong Wenxiu was too.
They only knew their grandmother's business stretched across many industries, but didn't realize it was this extensive...
So the two taels roast goose—their family profited a lot from it too?
Before leaving to bring their dishes, the waiter added, "Our boss wishes your family would buy us out every day."
Zong Jincheng: "...Well, never mind then. I don't want to come out to eat only to end up eating our family chef's food."
Zong Wenxiu glanced back at him, whispering, "At least eating expensive meals won't feel so painful anymore, since part of the money goes back to our own pockets."
The brat coughed. "Well, I guess you could say that..."
While waiting for their dishes, they started discussing the Child Prodigy Class test questions. No matter how the questions changed, they always covered the classics, poems, and famous lines. For Zong Jincheng, who was great at memorization, these questions felt like freebies.
"When I saw those questions, I knew I'd pass. I was confident even before the test. Because I'm a genius. I ace every test!" Zong Jincheng's boasting grew even more outrageous, yet everything he said was true.
Zong Wenxiu chimed in, praising him from every angle until the little brat was so proud he started kicking his legs happily under the table.
But nearby, someone was absolutely seething with jealousy.
Zong Wenxiu smiled, then glanced up, immediately catching the fiery glare of jealousy from Luo Chen. His smile instantly vanished.
Zong Jincheng turned his head, noticing Luo Chen too.
The brat wasn't afraid of Luo Chen. He even stuck his tongue out at him provocatively.
Zong Wenxiu: "..."
Sometimes, even he felt like his little brother needed a good smack.
He grabbed the brat's hand on the table, whispering, "Jincheng, calm down. Don't cause trouble."
Zong Jincheng huffed, then obediently turned his head back.
He was waiting to eat after all; he didn't have time to quarrel with Luo Chen.
Their dishes were brought to them. The brat grabbed his chopsticks, ready to dig in, but unexpectedly, Luo Chen suddenly approached, standing right in front of their table, and asked, "You just said you got into the Child Prodigy Class?"
The brat put down his chopsticks, annoyed. "Yeah, it was easy. I passed effortlessly."
Luo Chen gritted his teeth. "No way. You? What makes you qualified to get into the Child Prodigy Class?"
Zong Jincheng leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and declared proudly, "I have the talent and ability to pass the test. And soon, I have the capability to beat Qin Ye. You just wait and see."
Luo Chen was certain. "Qingbo Academy must've rigged the test for you. They’d do anything to keep your rich family happy."
Zong Jincheng's temper instantly flared. "You're just making excuses for your own failure. Instead of whining, why don’t you practice more? I heard you bombed the 'Doctrine of the Mean' questions last time—you didn’t even attempt them. Did your Ten-Year-Old Class not get to that part yet?"
The brat spewed out his words like machine gun fire, ending it with a final jab. "We've already studied it, me and my brother, and we can both recite it!"
Luo Chen's anger was about to explode, the tension ready to ignite.
At that moment, the waiter was bringing the second dish, which Luo Chen grabbed and flipped onto the table, spilling food and sauce everywhere.
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The waiter's eyes widened in panic.
Are they about to start a fight?
Lunchtime diners, hearing the commotion, all turned to look with curiosity.
Suddenly, Zong Jincheng shot up from his chair. "Luo Chen, what do you think you're doing? That's food, not a toy for your anger! Have you forgotten the teachings from your books, that food is precious and 'each grain is hard-earned'?"
Luo Chen growled, "It's just a dish. I’ll pay for it, Mr. Bigshot."
