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Liu Zhiyuan leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.

The fluorescent tubes are somewhat blackened, and both ends have turned dark gray.

He stared at them for a long time, with only one thought replaying in his mind.

seven days ago.

When he posted that video, his expression was confident, his voice was loud, and his posture was arrogant.

He thought he was the embodiment of justice and the guardian of the truth.

He wasn't gambling with his reputation, but with his entire life.

He closed his eyes.

The words Chen Mo had spoken in that video echoed in my ears.

"You can question or spread rumors about others all you want, but today, I won't tolerate it."

He thought it was just showing off back then, but now he knows it wasn't showing off, it was a warning.

He received a warning, but he didn't listen.

Because he felt he wouldn't lose.

He thought Chen Mo would remain silent, ignore, and indifferent, just like before.

But this time, Chen Mo did not remain silent, did not ignore, and did not disregard.

He spent seven days writing a 147-page paper.

He proved the Poincaré conjecture and then said, "It's done."

It's not "I'll prove it to you," nor is it "You're wrong," it's just "It's done."

Just like when he said "anyone with hands can do it," it was so casual, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

Liu Zhiyuan opened his eyes and looked at the gray avatar on the screen.

Looking at the line "Account has been banned," I suddenly laughed.

It was a bitter smile.

"I've messed with someone I can't afford to offend."

He was talking to himself.

Then he turned off the computer and flipped his phone face down on the table.

The study fell silent, save for the intermittent chirping of cicadas outside the window.

What he didn't know was that on the other side of the city...

A person was standing at Chen Mo's door, holding a bag of oranges, hesitating whether to knock.

Su Wanci stood at the door for about half a minute, took a deep breath, and knocked three times.

The door opened, and Chen Mo stood behind it.

She was wearing a wrinkled gray T-shirt, and her hair was a mess like a bird's nest.

There are faint dark circles under her eyes.

It looks like he just got out of bed.

But his eyes were bright, brighter than someone who had just endured seven days of hardship.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Mo stepped aside to let her in.

Su Wanci changed her shoes, placed the oranges on the dining table, then turned around and stared at Chen Mo.

She didn't say anything, she just stared at him.

Looking at it from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, it's like looking at an alien.

Chen Mo felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me the moment you came in? I know I'm handsome, but do you have to keep staring like that?"

Su Wanci did not smile.

She continued to stare at him for several seconds, then spoke in a very soft voice, as if asking a very important question.

"Chen Mo, what's wrong with your brain?"

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment. "What?"

The Poincaré Conjecture.

When Su Wanci said those four words, her tone was as if she were talking about something very heavy.

"You solved a mathematical problem that hadn't been solved for over a hundred years in just seven days, seven days."

"It took me three days to read popular science articles and barely understand what this hypothesis was about. You took seven days to prove it. Do you even know what that means?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"It means I can finally have a decent meal. I've only had five packs of biscuits in the last seven days, and my stomach is a little upset."

Su Wanci glared at him, her cheeks puffed out.

She wanted to be angry, but couldn't bring herself to be.

I want to laugh, but I also feel I shouldn't.

She hesitated for several seconds before finally managing to say, "Can't you be serious for once?"

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"I'm very serious."

Chen Mo went to the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and took a sip.

"An upset stomach is a very serious matter."

Su Wanci looked at him drinking water and suddenly felt deflated.

She leaned against the dining table, arms crossed, her tone shifting from questioning to helplessness.

"Do you know what people online are saying about you? They call you 'the greatest mathematical genius of this century,' saying your name is on par with Gauss, Riemann, and Poincaré. And you, well, you're saying you 'have an upset stomach.'"

Chen Mo put down his water glass, looked at her, and remained silent for a second.

Then he said something that stunned Su Wanci.

"Do you know why I was able to prove the Poincaré conjecture?"

Su Wanci shook her head.

"Because I know it's true."

Chen Mo said this in a calm tone, as if he were saying that it was a sunny day.

"Given the answer, verify it step by step; anyone can do it."

Su Wanci looked at him, her lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

"Are you just giving me the runaround?" Su Wanci asked.

"No," Chen Mo smiled. "I'm telling the truth. You don't believe me?"

"I don't believe it."

"There's nothing I can do about that."

Chen Mo shrugged, then walked to the dining table and picked up the bag of oranges.

I opened it, peeled one, broke off a piece and put it in my mouth.

"Hmm, it's quite sweet, do you want some?"

Su Wanci looked at his expression that said, "I didn't say anything."

I finally couldn't help but laugh.

As she laughed, she reached out and snatched the orange segment from Chen Mo's hand.

I put it in my mouth and chewed it a couple of times.

"It is quite sweet."

The two people stood at the dining table, sharing the bag of oranges, one slice for each of them.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the oranges and on Chen Mo's messy hair.

The light shone on Su Wanci's crescent-shaped eyes.

The phone rang.

Chen Mo wiped his hands, picked it up and looked at it—Principal Wang.

"Chen Mo,"

Principal Wang's voice came through the receiver, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Is it convenient for you to come to the school now?"

Chen Mo glanced at Su Wanci.

"Principal Wang, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Several top figures from the China Mathematical Sciences Association are here, sitting right here in my office."

"They want to see you, but I don't want to reveal your address, so I'll have to trouble you to make the trip."

Principal Wang's tone carried a sense of helplessness.

"If you don't want to come, I can cancel it for you—"

"Need not."

Chen Mo said, "I'm coming over."

Principal Wang paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."

The phone hangs up.

Su Wanci looked at Chen Mo with a question mark in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"The people from the Mathematical Sciences Association are here at the school. They want me to go over there."

Chen Mo put his phone in his pocket. "Do you want to come with me?"

Su Wanci's eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again.

"Is it appropriate for me to go? They don't know me."

"It's enough that you know me," Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci hesitated for half a second, then nodded.

"Wait a minute, I need to use the restroom."

"Why didn't you get on when you came in?"

"I was so nervous I forgot."

"...Alright then."

Twenty minutes later, the two stood at the entrance of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

The banner is still hanging there.

"Warmest congratulations to our student Chen Mo for proving the Poincaré conjecture, making a significant contribution to the history of mathematics."