A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

"That damn, utterly unscrupulous system..."

Theodore cursed through gritted teeth, then suddenly looked up and stared intently at Su Hao:

"So? Have you made any substantial progress on this age-old problem?"

Su Hao nodded.

Yes! There's been quite a bit of progress.

I'm stuck in a few places, but I should be able to solve it completely in a few more days.

Seeing Theodore's expression, as if he was about to have a heart attack, Su Hao, as if to make matters worse, added another sarcastic remark:

"To be honest, I had never systematically studied modern analysis before, and I even had to look up books on measure theory on the spot."

I did suffer a lot at the beginning of the derivation, and went through several detours.

Fortunately, after sketching and drawing in the hallway for the past few days, I've finally gotten the hang of it.

"Damn it. This world must be crazy!"

Theodore's worldview is rapidly collapsing.

"It should be possible to solve it on the spot in a few more days?"

That's the Smail problem, the one that buried countless geniuses!

And this beast actually derived this conclusion without even having systematically studied analysis?!

Just as Theodore was engulfed in immense self-doubt and profound shock, unable to extricate himself...

Su Hao suddenly seemed to realize something and asked:

"Oh, by the way, after chatting for so long... buddy, who are you?"

puff--!

Theodore felt as if a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out three meters away.

I feel like I've been having a heart-to-heart talk with you for ages.

The other party didn't even recognize him, the super genius who had once caused a sensation in the academic world!

"I am......."

Theodore took a deep breath, just about to unleash his impressive name.

However, the self-introduction was only managed to squeeze out a single syllable before it was completely stuck, like a duck being choked.

Because out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught sight of the vintage clock hanging on the wall at the end of the corridor.

5:50 PM

Theodore felt as if countless ants were crawling inside his head.

An overwhelming sense of panic, as if he had forgotten something extremely important and a matter of life and death, instantly swept over him, leaving his hands and feet ice-cold.

For a genius of his caliber, every time such a terrifying intuitive warning appears...

This means that something catastrophic is about to happen!

Large beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on Theodore's forehead.

His brain began to work overtime, frantically searching for memories of the day.

Finally, the floodgates of memory burst open.

He accurately extracted the poster image that he had inadvertently glanced at at the entrance on the first floor when he first stepped into the building this morning!

[Recruiting Blackboard Cleaning Volunteers - Note: Due to extremely limited space, all text on all blackboards in the department will be cleared precisely at 6 PM sharp.]

It's six o'clock.

Only ten fucking minutes left!!!

Theodore jumped up instantly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, letting out a piercing scream!

"Damn! The blackboards here are all going to be erased at six o'clock. We have to stop them right now!"

"Huh? Why?"

Watching Theodore jump around like a madman, Su Hao's face was full of bewilderment.

Theodore was practically spitting blood with anxiety, pointing to the chalk writing all over the wall:

"Don't you understand yet? Those brilliant ideas you wrote on the blackboard!"

In ten minutes, those ignorant fools will wipe it all clean!!!

"So what if I applied it? It doesn't matter."

Su Hao calmly shrugged.

"Anyway, I've memorized the entire derivation process from the past few days, so I won't forget it..."

"Stop fucking talking nonsense here!!!"

Theodore spat out his saliva!

"An entire corridor! So many complex derivations and fleeting fragments of inspiration, how could you possibly remember every single one of them without missing a single word?!"

Do you even know? There might be a crucial clue hidden inside that could provide profound inspiration to mathematicians worldwide!

Theodore's roar echoed and reverberated throughout the empty, endless corridor.

As a mathematician who dedicated his life to the pursuit of truth.

Even if he risked his life, he could not bear to watch these priceless sparks of wisdom go unnoticed.

With the waving of the sponge eraser, it is physically wiped out like garbage, turning into meaningless dust that flies in the air!

"what?"

However, faced with Theodore's soul-stirring roar.

Looking at Su Hao, who was still dumbfounded, completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter, and even thought that the other party was making a fuss, he was completely indifferent.

Theodore felt a surge of anger rush to his head, so angry that he was practically spitting fire from all seven orifices and nearly suffered a stroke on the spot.

"Damn it! What sins have I committed to deserve running into a monster like you!"

Theodore gritted his teeth, no longer caring about the elegant image of a Stanford genius.

He suddenly turned around, like a bull with bloodshot eyes, and ran wildly towards the department office!

"Anyone who dares to touch the blackboard today, I'll fight them to the death!!!"

.......

Theodore's shoes scraped together on the gleaming corridor, making a screeching sound.

He sprinted down the corridor in a bizarre, almost gliding motion close to the ground.

Every time he turned a corner, his trench coat would be suddenly blown up by the draft that filled the corridor.

The hem of the garment fluttered wildly in mid-air, making a rustling sound, just like a tattered cloak used for summoning spirits.

If it weren't for the utterly distorted expression on his face, a result of extreme terror, his ferocious appearance would have made him look like a superhero who had just escaped from some cheesy anime convention.

"Ouch! Be careful!"

"Hey! Don't run around in the hallway!"

"Holy crap, what's wrong with that guy? Was he chased by a dog?"

The corridor instantly erupted into chaos.

The elite students, who were originally holding coffee and books, were now like bowling pins being hit by a bowling ball, scrambling and rolling to avoid it.

Stab it--!

Theodore's shoes scraped the ground as he forced his way through the last bend!

However, the next second.

His heart skipped a beat!

Ahead, several students wearing bright green aprons had already charged to the front lines.

These people were fully armed, wearing those giant, exaggerated masks made by the school that looked like gas masks.

The most terrifying thing is that they are pushing huge industrial-grade blackboard brushes.

Like an executioner, stepping mechanically, they approach step by step.

To Theodore, the scene was a thousand times more terrifying than a horror movie.

That air carried a kind of ignorant arrogance.

It was as if they wanted to completely erase all the marks on the blackboard, all the wisdom that was enough to leave an immortal monument in the history of human mathematics, as a pile of useless chalk dust!

"Wait! Stop right there!"

Theodore slid in and lunged forward.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, adopting a resolute stance like a mother hen protecting her chicks, using his flesh and blood to block the path of this group of "cleaning thugs".

"Absolutely do not wipe it! Do you hear me?"

On the blackboard in that corridor are extremely important research manuscripts! Those are world-changing mathematical manuscripts!!!