Zu An chuckled at Yang Wei’s expression. He looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel. He said to the teacher, “There’s a very easy way to resolve this situation. I’ll set twenty questions too. Regardless of whether you cheat or guess your way through, as long as you can solve them all… Forget it, I’ll give you a discount. If you even solve half of them, I’ll pack up my stuff and get out of the academy immediately. If you don’t, I will hold you to your earlier wager. How does that sound?”

No matter what, Yang Wei was still an official of the royal court, and a teacher officially hired by the academy. Neither Zu An nor the academy was in a good position to terminate him over a mere bet. However, what if Yang Wei couldn’t even answer a single question Zu An set? No matter how shameless he was, there was no way he would suffer the ignominy of staying in the academy.

Yang Wei was taken aback by the sudden proposal. He was intimidated by how Zu An had managed to easily solve all twenty questions, and his confidence was rapidly deflating. 

Shang Liuyu took this opportunity to chime in, “Teacher Yang, surely you can’t be intimidated by your student, right?”

“Of course not!” Yang Wei immediately straightened up. “Do your worst then! I’ll solve even 200 questions if that’s what it needs to make you submit!”

This wasn’t a bad bet to make. Even if he was not confident in solving all twenty questions, at the very least, solving ten of them would be well within his capabilities. He was a renowned arithmetic expert in Brightmoon City after all, having calculated years of taxes for the Civil Affairs Department. There was no way a young punk’s questions could trip him up. As long as he succeeded, he would be able to send Zu An packing from the academy!

Zu An had an inkling of what Yang Wei was thinking...