"Little Prodigy, I heard that even before you started school, you could read. Recite a poem for us and let us broaden our horizons," a relative from the village teased Jiang Mianmian with a smile.
"Yes, San Ya, recite one for everyone," Zhang Guihua also wanted to show off a bit more.
It was hard to decline such enthusiastic requests; Jiang Mianmian couldn't refuse, so she clasped her hands behind her back and began to recite an ancient poem with proper inflection.
After she finished reciting, everyone in the house gave her a round of applause with a resounding "clap clap clap."
There were a few who usually loved to stir things up, and they began to throw out math problems for Jiang Mianmian to solve.
If Jiang Mianmian could recite poetry, what would she have to fear from a math problem?
No matter what kind of math problem was posed, Jiang Mianmian could respond very quickly.