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After a "feast," Fang Yuan was conquered by Professor Edward.

The old man maintained a sincere heart, which was what Fang Yuan admired most.

It was precisely because of this that Professor Edward achieved such great accomplishments.

In any case, Fang Yuan felt very relaxed during his time with Professor Edward.

This was a great stroke of luck, as he hadn't expected his advisor to be such an easygoing person before coming; perhaps this was the so-called protagonist halo!

Professor Edward didn't check Fang Yuan's answers until the next day, and when he did, his beard stood on end.

"Are young people nowadays capable of this level? Am I getting old, falling behind, and unable to keep up with the times!" Professor Edward smoothed his beard, straightening it out.

He had meticulously prepared this test paper for a month, and the knowledge points within could be said to be all-encompassing.

Even if he were to do it himself, it would be impossible to complete it all in such a short time.

Although he was older now and his mind wasn't as sharp as when he was younger, he dared to say that as long as he wanted to, no one in this world could surpass him in this field.

Despite his good temper now, who dared to provoke him when he was young?

Who didn't know his reputation? Although it wasn't flattering, in the eyes of outsiders, Professor Edward was just such a volatile person.

Years of self-cultivation, coupled with the fact that his body really didn't allow him to be like before.

Fang Yuan hadn't completed the entire test paper, but even so, it exceeded Professor Edward's expectations.

Could this kid's age be fake?

To be able to achieve this level before even turning 22?

Was he studying since he was in the womb?

What was he doing when he was 22? He was still worrying about whether he could graduate with a bachelor's degree!

Professor Edward wasn't a genius-type individual, but rather a late bloomer; before the age of 30, Professor Edward had no standing in the computer science world.

But after crossing the threshold of 30, Professor Edward seemed to suddenly have an epiphany, making rapid progress.

He not only achieved remarkable success in his career but also gained a fairytale-like love.

This was what you'd call a double win in love and career!

Looking at Professor Edward now, if he wasn't inseparable from his beloved career, he should be basking in the sun, drinking coffee, and enjoying family happiness.

Professor Edward was good in every way, except that it was a bit deserted here.

It was said that the old professor hadn't taken students for five or six years, and he could be considered Professor Edward's last disciple.

Any one of his students could be taken out and be a famous figure in their respective fields.

This brought great pressure to Fang Yuan; as Professor Edward's last disciple, he had to be even more outstanding than the previous disciples, otherwise, why would he be called the last disciple?

This pressure didn't make Fang Yuan feel any discomfort; instead, it aroused his fighting spirit.

That's right, that's how it should be! If it wasn't for a bit of a challenge, what was he doing here?

Also, he couldn't forget the most important thing, which was to learn from the mathematics department at MIT.

In this academic environment, secretly attending mathematics courses wouldn't be noticed at all.

Even if he was discovered, who would care about such a student?

Students with a strong thirst for knowledge were the most welcome.

Fang Yuan was a little uncomfortable with the all-English textbooks.

Even with a very high level of English, this discomfort wouldn't disappear immediately.

It's like you're used to using knives and forks, and suddenly you're asked to switch to chopsticks; even if you know how to use them, you'll still feel awkward.

It's not a question of whether you can or can't, but a question of habit.

Fang Yuan was working hard these past two days to eliminate this discomfort; to quickly absorb the nutrients here, Fang Yuan had to work twice as hard.

There was still a pile of things waiting for him to deal with back home, and he couldn't waste too much time here.

Moreover, with his current status, the longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it became.

He didn't want to become homeless.

The Kyushu cloud server he had prepared was almost set up.

The remaining work was simple: adding these new network protocols.

This was the core of Kyushu Cloud, the most important part.

Fang Yuan was very careful when dealing with these protocols, knowing that although the system was omnipotent, it could sometimes have accidents.

And with his current level, independently creating these protocols might be a bit difficult, but verifying the feasibility of these protocols was a very simple matter.

It's like when we use mathematical theorems, don't we feel it's very easy? But in order to turn it into a theorem, I don't know how many people have exhausted all their energy.

This is called knowing what it is but not why; Fang Yuan's current level is awkward, exactly between these two.

Knowing what it is has been done to the extreme, but only one foot has barely stepped into the threshold of knowing why.

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Wasn't the purpose of coming here to completely step into this realm?

One day he would do it, and that day wasn't far away from him; on the contrary, it was within reach.

After coming here, Fang Yuan missed Xu Qiang and Zhou Shengde the most.

Now the Three Swordsmen of Beihai were completely separated.

He hoped that the next time they met, these two guys could bring him some surprises.

Having a friend like Fang Yuan, he didn't know whether it was the two's luck or misfortune!

They could only follow his footsteps and hope they wouldn't be left too far behind by Fang Yuan.

You know, among the three, the one with the least promise before was Fang Yuan!

How long has it been, and the situation has reversed!

Okay! Aren't you amazing? We two can only work harder.

Xu Qiang, far away in Kyoto, was training harder! Last time he participated in the National University Athletics Competition, Xu Qiang "only" ran third place.

This made him a little unacceptable, and he had been training harder ever since he came back.

Of course, all of this was completed under the guarantee of the Tsinghua University coaching team.

He also knew that his body was the capital of the revolution; if it weren't for a friend like Fang Yuan, he wouldn't be working so hard!

Zhou Shengde was even simpler; every day he was either soaking in the laboratory or soaking in the library, and he didn't forget to bring his dearest book even when going out for dinner with his girlfriend.

He was the most worried among the three.

Both brothers could be considered to have achieved a little success, especially Fang Yuan.

Looking at himself, he still didn't have any achievements to show off, which made him very anxious.

Especially since Fang Yuan had already run abroad; if nothing unexpected happened, when Fang Yuan returned in two years, there would be another storm in the country.

Indeed, even if he didn't return to the country, Fang Yuan could become the butterfly that caused the storm.

Look at how chaotic the domestic Internet industry has become in the past two years?

This was all thanks to Fang Yuan and his Kyushu.

One S language and one Kyushu system have stirred up a Kyushu wind in the domestic Internet industry.

That's right, to avoid such a storm, Fang Yuan himself ran abroad.

He was carefree, but the people in the domestic Internet industry were suffering.