Chapter 151: A God Among Men

Even the well-traveled and well-informed Lu Cheng was frightened by Zhang Qiyang’s godlike mental arithmetic!

At first, he had thought that adding and subtracting two-digit numbers was nothing more than child’s play for a mental-arithmetic genius.

But Zhang Qiyang’s reaction speed genuinely shocked him!

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Zhang Qiyang had solved all four written math problems!

Never mind how powerful his calculating ability was. Just looking at those four questions, an ordinary person could not possibly have finished them in such a short time!

Zhang Qiyang’s eyes were like twin beams of light, sweeping across the questions with speed beyond the reach of ordinary people, then calculating the answers at the speed of light!

This was not merely an elite-level performance. It was completely inhuman!

Lu Cheng stared at Zhang Qiyang with an extremely rare expression of utter astonishment. The shock he felt surpassed even the wonders of the world he had witnessed during all his travels.

After Zhang Qiyang announced the answers in an instant, the staff watching nearby did not immediately realize whether he had answered all four questions correctly.

Only when they saw the four hosts from the Infinite Team simultaneously wearing expressions as though they had been struck by lightning did everyone understand that Zhang Qiyang had accomplished a feat worthy of a god of mental arithmetic!

The intelligence of this young master from China’s richest family left everyone feeling utterly thunderstruck!

Boom!

The crowd erupted into discussion.

Many of the staff were asking, “Who the hell started the rumor that Lord Cannon was brain-dead? If he’s brain-dead, then ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the people in this world are apes!”

Others sighed in amazement. “The Internet used to say that Lord Cannon had bought his academic qualifications, that he had paid his way into every prestigious school. That was nothing but blatant slander! With a mind capable of calculations this astounding, forget Cambridge—even a university better than Cambridge ought to accept him without hesitation! Wait, there are universities better than Cambridge, right?”

Another staff member shot the man a glance. “Why are you asking me? How the hell would I know? The only one I’ve heard of is Garridun University.”

At that moment, many people remembered that the person who had most viciously called Lord Cannon brain-dead was the so-called national husband, Wang Dazhong.

No wonder Lord Cannon was always taking shots at that guy!

The man really was a mad dog!

He had actually called Lord Cannon brain-dead!

That idiot was the brain-dead one!

With only a minor display of skill, Zhang Qiyang had turned everyone at the scene who had subconsciously disliked him into admirers.

After witnessing Lord Cannon like this, who would still dare call him brain-dead?

Only a genuine idiot would call a genius like him brain-dead!

At any rate, every single person present today would rather die than say such a thing about Zhang Qiyang again.

This young master was certainly arrogant, but he truly possessed the capital to be arrogant!

He had even dared to throw away the powerful backing of his own billionaire family. Clearly, he was no ordinary man.

Xiao Qiang and Shen Yulin were seasoned veterans who had spent many years ruling the television industry. They had never encountered a superstar like Zhang Qiyang.

This man had entered show business for the sole purpose of wreaking havoc and crushing everyone else beneath him!

He could have enjoyed the carefree life of a super-rich heir, yet he had insisted on entering the entertainment industry. That was truly a great blessing for Chinese entertainment.

If they managed to hold on tightly to this enormous thigh, then forget about resurrecting the second season of Infinite Challenge—they might even create countless unbelievable miracles!

Several flatterers among the guest team were so astonished by Zhang Qiyang’s divine skill that they dropped to one knee and worshiped him as though he were a god.

Even the shy and self-respecting Zhao Lijing felt an urge to kneel before Zhang Qiyang at that moment.

In all her years, she had never seen anyone so extraordinary.

She felt that Zhang Qiyang was almost on par with the super-geniuses from Super Brain, the kind who could blow everyone’s mind.

At that moment, Li Xuan was also thoroughly convinced by Zhang Qiyang.

She knew more about him than the others did.

She could hardly imagine what heights he would have reached if his family had not gone through so many troubles, and if he had not wasted so much of his time and life battling the gloom in his heart.

He was practically a god among men.

“Convinced yet?”

Waving his palm fan, Zhang Qiyang asked Lu Kai, Pan Ziwen, and the other two men in a casual tone.

At that moment, Pan Ziwen felt as though he had shrunk into a tiny ball in front of Zhang Qiyang.

He cursed Wang Dazhong furiously in his heart. That man had to be insane!

How could he have provoked such a terrifying opponent?

After encountering a “monster” like this, instead of turning around and running, he had charged forward and tried to compete with him. That was the behavior of a complete idiot!

If anyone tried to egg him on against Lord Cannon again, he would fall out with them on the spot!

Although Lu Kai was jealous of and disliked Zhang Qiyang, he had to admit that this display of showing off had genuinely won his respect.

Lu Kai sincerely raised a thumb toward Zhang Qiyang. “You’re impressive, Lord Cannon!”

Beside him, Feng Sheng stood there as though thunder had struck him, staring blankly as he said, “Impressive? You’re far more than impressive, Lord Cannon. You’re a genius!”

Zhang Qiyang laughed heartily and shamelessly replied, “I was a genius to begin with. It’s just unfortunate that so many people mistake me for an idiot. It’s really quite frustrating.”

Peng Liang leaped to his feet, brimming with righteous indignation. “If anyone calls Lord Cannon brain-dead again, I’ll be the first to rush over and curse him out!”

Luo Zhikang laughed as he pulled Peng Liang back by the shoulder and gave him a disdainful look. “Stop brown-nosing. You can’t even carry on a conversation. Lord Cannon, we won this match by a landslide! Sing that numerical masterpiece you just mentioned and liven things up for everyone!”

“Sure.”

Zhang Qiyang turned his head toward the special-effects keyboard again. As he walked over, surrounded by his admirers, he said, “I once wrote a Cantonese song about numbers.”

Li Xuan froze. “A Cantonese song?”

“Exactly. The rise and fall of Cantonese, with its nine tones and six registers, along with the beauty of its tonal patterns and rhymes, is something Mandarin can hardly match. Numbers are especially interesting. Take 394, 052, and 786 in Cantonese, for instance. Their pronunciations correspond perfectly to the nine tones: high-level, high-rising, high-falling; low-level, low-rising, low-falling; high-entering, mid-entering, and low-entering. They have a natural harmony with music. The precision, subtlety, and depth of it captivated me, so I wrote a Cantonese song using the Cantonese pronunciations of numbers.”

This latest bit of showing off from Zhang Qiyang earned another wave of admiration from everyone around him.

Once they had become convinced that Zhang Qiyang was a once-in-a-century super-genius, everything he said sounded lofty and profound to their ears.

Zhao Lijing asked curiously, “Is your entire song made up of numbers? Are there no words?”

“There are words. A song written entirely in numbers would be difficult to make meaningful, unless it were an experimental work or numbered musical notation. My song is roughly ten percent words and ninety percent numbers. In fact, the reason each of us is a member of society is that we are all defined by countless numbers. Our lives are led around by the nose by figures. That really annoys me, so, with nothing better to do, I wrote this song to poke fun at the helplessness imposed on us by numbers. It’s called ‘A Numerical Life.’”