Super God-Level Top Student

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My heart gave a sudden twitch.

No way?

They were at least two meters away from the podium, and the applause had not even completely died down. Professor Qiao couldn't have heard their hushed conversation, could he?

Qiao Ze had indeed heard them.

His hearing was particularly sharp, which is why earplugs were a standard part of his sleep routine.

By chance, the remarks of the few young students below him had reminded him of his early days at Xilin, when his roommates had made similar comments as he reviewed the professors' papers.

Memories began to ferment at this moment. Zhang Zhou's chubby face and Gu Zhengliang's glasses perched on his nose flashed into his mind. Then came the scene when Su Mucheng first appeared before him.

"Let's get reacquainted. My name is Su Mucheng, class representative of the basic mathematics class one. On behalf of basic class one, I welcome you, newcomer Qiao Ze."

In his memory, Su Mucheng had extended her hand to him that day and then gently shook it. Afterward, his life began to change dramatically.

Tomorrow is May 1st.

Unconsciously, he had been at Xilin for a full year.

At this moment, the offhand critique from the students below had unexpectedly stirred a tender emotion in Qiao Ze, making him feel somewhat more human.

"...Put up a show to see who's better?" When the fragments of memory faded in his mind, Qiao Ze suddenly repeated the words Wang Yu had just said, and the kid was so scared that cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead.

He had truly heard, and then the next sentence from Professor Qiao drilled into his ears.

"So how do you think this statement should be solved in math?"

"Eh?" Wang Yu looked up blankly at his mentor, his brain frozen.

The room quickly fell silent.

The microphone was still on as Qiao Ze packed up, and nobody left early, so everyone heard his slightly teasing words.

However, from the look in Qiao Ze's eyes, it was clear he was speaking to his students at the front. Especially those big shots sitting in the second and third rows, who even subconsciously smiled, showing keen interest in how this enviably young mentor was going to educate his student.

This was big gossip.

After all, at the graduate supervisor stage, how one treats their students is generally a private matter, not usually disclosed to outsiders.

Especially for a young and talented mathematician like Qiao Ze, people were genuinely curious.

"No, I don't know." Wang Yu answered nervously.

Then Qiao Ze shook his head slightly, stopped what he was doing, and turned on the editing software on his computer, stating, "To make this statement into a mathematical structure, we first need to translate it into mathematical language, that is, a set of pretentiousness and a set of showing-off effects are in a one-to-one correspondence because essentially every instance of pretentiousness can be strictly defined as the highest standard that showing off can achieve."

At the same time, the large screen began to display the theorem Qiao Ze was rapidly writing.

"Let X be any set of pretentiousness, Y be the set of showing-off effects based on X, and let [function] f: X → Y, x1, x2 ∈ X, then f is an injection, which means (∀x1, x2) x1 ≠ x2 => f(x1) ≠ f(x2)"

After writing this, Qiao Ze directly said, "Wang Yu, take note of this theorem. Prove it this week and submit it to me."

Having said that, Qiao Ze closed his laptop, packed up his belongings, and, without any fuss, turned around and walked straight away from the podium.

Wang Yu still stood there, dazed, receiving either envious or amused glances from the crowd while the air was filled with good-natured laughter.

Of course, most of the laughter was friendly, as everyone present was knowledgeable in the field.

When an otherwise busy or simply reluctant-to-teach mentor goes so far as to assign a student homework and even sets a deadline for submission, it clearly shows how much the mentor values the student.

The kid sure was lucky.

Of course, Wang Yu didn't feel that way at the time.

He was pondering whether this thing could actually be proved mathematically?

Wasn't Professor Qiao just joking with him?

As for the real big shots, their emotions at that moment were probably complex.

So is this what real mathematical talent looks like?

A casual comment, and in such a brief period, he was able to quickly provide a mathematical definition and derive a formula?

Especially the top-tier big shots sitting behind a few students.

They had observed the entire process.

From Wang Yu's whispering to Qiao Ze giving him a problem, it took barely more than ten short seconds.

...

If Chen Yiwen, who had just finished drinking, knew that Qiao Ze had posed such a problem at the end of the seminar, he would definitely have something to say.

Though not as good as Wang Yu in terms of mathematics.

But when it came to this particular problem, Chen Yiwen would surely have an inspired answer.

It just so happened that the two were walking unsteadily back to school, discussing the seminar that was taking place that afternoon.

"Just remembered something. Didn't Professor Qiao invite you to the seminar this afternoon?" Ben Ronny asked as they passed the School of Mathematics.

Though he looked a bit tipsy, in truth, Ben Ronny wasn't drunk.

He could hold his liquor; he just found baijiu unpalatable. Given a choice, he preferred a straightforward, strong-tasting whiskey. Not to mention the strict limits on alcohol consumption in his training, especially when dealing with important targets.

Certainly, he would never allow himself to get drunk, but he could pretend to be less tolerant of alcohol to glean some information.

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