Gu Zi's eyes sparkled with intrigue.
A prodigious youth, could it be true? Judging by the conviction in the voices around him, it seemed unlikely they were mistaken.
A parent voiced a similar doubt, echoing Gu Zi's skepticism, "Nonsense! I've heard that this year's math competition is of hellish difficulty. What kind of genius could possibly finish in half an hour?"
"Exactly! And isn't there always some rumor about a prodigious youth every year? It's probably just a hoax concocted by you gossipmongers, amounting to nothing in the end!"
"Believe it or not, you'll see when the results are out. This can't be a fabrication."
Just then, a sharp-eyed individual spotted a teacher leading a young boy out from the main gate, "Look, could that boy be the prodigy they're talking about?"
The crowd momentarily forgot their debate, their gazes collectively shifting towards the gate.