The reporter looked as if he had more questions but Xiaoyu grabbed my arm and made a run for the car.
The reported followed after us, his mic raised. âCan you give us more details? We really want to know...â
âSorry, interviewing time is over,â a security guard stepped forward and interrupted.
The cameraman behind put the equipment down. âIâve got enough footages. It will be perfect if we can just secure an exclusive interview with Mr. Luqiao.â
The reporter put his mic down and nodded. âYeah, letâs discuss it again.â
...
The interior of the seven-seater car had been modified into that of a limousine.
In it sat a woman and the chauffeur.
She looked at me and asked, âXiaoyu, who is this?â
âA friend,â she answered, taking her seat and patting the one beside her.
âWhen did you two meet? Are you trying to ride on her fame?â the woman asked urgently, reaching a leg out to block me from entering.
I looked at them awkwardly.
Cameras were flashing outside and I added helplessly, âI knew her before she became famous.â
âSister Xiaomei, heâs a friend from the institution.â
âThat mental institution? Heâs mentally ill?â she asked in shock.
âWho are you accusing of being mentally ill?â I retorted.
I figured that she must be Xiaoyuâs manager since there wasnât anyone else except for her and the driver.
Xiaoyu shook her head and corrected her, âHe was actually my teacher, Sister Xiaomei.â
âTeacher? Oh, my God, Iâm so sorry, please come in,â she hurriedly sat upright and pointed to the seat beside Xiaoyu.
I entered and the security guard outside shut the door.
The driver started the engine and inched forward slowly.
The woman looked at me and apologized, âIâm so sorry, Iâm her manager. Just call me Xiaomei. How do I address you, if I may ask?â
âNo need, just call me Crazy,â I said, rather spitefully. This woman wasnât likable at all.
Xiaoyu took over, saying, âIgnore him, Sister Xiaomei. Heâs Luqiao.â
âAlright. Anyway, did you win today?â she queried with a smile.
âYeah, easily. It was a thousand toothpicks dropping into a vase this time, and I guessed the number before they even fell,â she explained proudly.
âReally impressive. Are you confident about tomorrowâs competition then?â she asked.
âYes, Iâm ready to become world champion,â Xiaoyu answered.
âYouâll have to attend three interviews after you win. You canât lose, alright?â she added.
âDonât worry, theyâre too weak for me,â Xiaoyu reassured her with a smile.
I frowned a little at their conversation. It did seem as though sheâd been doing the same old trick throughout the past year. The show gave her no opportunity to progress. She had become a tool, a money tree.
I had to ask her, on the presidentâs behalf, if she had been improving her math.
I started organizing my words in my head but soon noticed the woman looking over at me.
We exchanged glances and it seemed that she, too, had something she wanted to say.
âWhat is it?â I asked, breaking the silence.
âWere you her math teacher? Did you work in the institution? Iâm sorry for calling you mental, but itâs all for her own good. Iâm worried about people getting close and taking advantage of her, now that sheâs famous,â she explained.
âSorry, but Iâm definitely gonna get even closer to her,â I responded, eliciting a strange look from her.
âRight, Luqiao, why are you in Beijing?â Xiaoyu asked.
âDo you remember the president?â
âWhat about him?â
âHeâs critically ill,â I told her.
Anxious, she asked, âWhereâs the phone? I want to call him.â
Her manager took her phone out for her.
âNo need. I already talked to him. He wants me to take over his responsibility of looking after you till you turn 18,â I explained.
Xiaoyu took the phone from her manager and pressed some digits.
The line connected quickly but I knew that it was the nurse on the other end.
They started chatting and the manager coughed a little. âMr. Luqiao, Iâm her manager so it is my duty to prevent her from being led astray. You appeared out of nowhere so abruptly and want to be her guardian? Any documentation?â
âLead her astray? Arenât you doing just that?â I challenged.
âWhat do you mean, Mr. Luqiao?â she asked, confused.
Xiaoyu hung up. âDid he really ask you to take care of me? What illness did he catch?â
âLate stage cancer. He doesnât have more than a few months left but heâs very worried about you so he had me come over. Iâm already working in a state enterprise, but he had my contact details and decided to book me a flight over here. He was also the one who gave me the broadcasting stationâs address. Do you believe me?â I asked.
The manager interrupted, âPlease answer me first, Mr. Luqiao. What did you mean by what you said?â
I turned my gaze to Xiaoyu. âYou guys have known each other for quite some time, right? Have you heard her talking about her goals?â
The woman clenched her teeth while answering, âTo be a world champion.â
I shook my head with a bitter smile. âDo you remember your ambition, Xiaoyu?â
âTo be a mathematician?â she asked, only to be cut in by her manager. âWhatâs so great about becoming a mathematician? Sheâs already a mathematician. Her fans call her the mathematics king. Whoâs better at math than she is?â
Xiaoyu lowered her head and remained silent.
âThen how long has it been since she practiced math? Or learned something new? Of course, these are questions from the president. This girl over here told me once that numbers were well-knit yet self-contradictory, and that she wants to unravel the secret behind them, to show the world what itâs all about. Whereâs that Xiaoyu gone?â I asked.
âItâs been some time but I promise to continue learning after clinching the championship. Iâm still going to solve the seven hardest questions. I know what I need to do,â Xiaoyu answered.
I sighed in relief. My words seemed effective.
The woman looked at me and said, âMr. Luqiao, did Xiaoyu do something wrong? Havenât you seen her achievements? Is solving math questions that important? Do you know that an interview can earn her 250,000? Sheâll start earning double if she becomes a world champion tomorrow. 500,000 just to show her face and speak a little. With that amount of money, she could easily pay the best mathematicians to solve the problems for her. Why must she waste time doing it on her own?â
I was dumbstruck. âExcuse me, are you misunderstanding something? Xiaoyu is not your money bag. Do you know what solving the questions entails for humanity?â
âWhatever math questions... do you really think itâs for her wellbeing? Why donât you go solve them yourself then? Stop hindering her success. Have you thought about how ridiculous it will be for her to waste her youth on those silly questions? Have you thought about the possibility that those questions are unsolvable? Why should she waste her time working on such worthless things? Donât you know how gifted she is? I think youâre harming her, Mr. Luqiao.â
âYouâre being unreasonable. Thatâs Xiaoyuâs dream, she told me so herself. Sheâs still at the age of learning and processing. You canât put a value on everything. How will the world progress if money is everything? Say something, Xiaoyu, donât keep quiet,â I urged.
The manager added, âPeople change, Mr. Luqiao. Please stop the car, Driver. I suspect youâre trying to cause problems for Xiaoyu tomorrow. Before you show me some legal documentation, I have no obligations to believe that youâre her guardian. You might be working for another nation for all we know. Your behavior is vile.â
âWhy are you stopping the car?â I asked.
âPlease get out,â she said.
âWhat rights do you have?â
âThis car is a company property and Xiaoyuâs signed a contract with us. Iâll get the driver to pull you out if you refuse to cooperate.â
âSay something, Xiaoyu.â
She kept her head down, as if deep in thought.
The driver got off the car and opened the door, extending his arm out to grab my shoulder.
âItâs alright, Xiaoyu. Win tomorrow and you can go back to solving your math questions. Iâll take you to your favorite seafood restaurant now, how about that? Think through what would happen in the competition and weâll discuss it later, my little world champion. I think this guy is just causing problems, but itâs alright, weâll talk about it after the competition,â she soothed Xiaoyu.
I was thrown off the car mercilessly and I landed heavily on the ground.
The driver got back in and started the engine. I hastily got up and pounded on the window but the car accelerated and drove off quickly.
I tried to chase after them but I was left gasping for breath after a short while.
Shortly after, a minivan stopped over. It was the reporter and his cameraman.
âMr. Luqiao! Can we interview you?â the reporter asked.
âCan I use your car to follow someone?â I asked, eyeing their van.
âWho?â the reporter questioned.
âXiaoyuâs car.â
âYes, but the hotel is just further in front and we canât go in so itâs no use. Let us interview you instead, Mister Luqiao,â he requested.