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

Looking at the boy in front of me who didn't even flinch.

Watching him perform this god-like calculation, which is worthy of being recorded in history, as easily as drinking water and as naturally as breathing.

Deep within Theodore's heart, the pride that once belonged to a scholar was utterly shattered, replaced by a chilling sense of awe, almost like that of a demon.

"Is this... really the realm of the gods that a human being of flesh and blood can even touch?"

Mathematical conjectures are known as "problems of the century," hanging high in the halls of knowledge, driving generations of geniuses to baldness.

Nature has its own terrifying chasm, as insurmountable as a chasm.

Every difficulty and every logical trap within it.

They all stand firmly at the very edge of the limits of human thought!

They are aloof and arrogant.

They instinctively resist the prying eyes and touches of ordinary people.

It can be said that it is a realm that belongs exclusively to God, a forbidden zone for human reason!

But what about now?!

This guy in front of me, who hasn't even completely lost his youthful air, is trying to step into it!

There were no elaborate rituals of burning incense and bathing, and no reverence for the sages.

Damn it, with his muddy shoes and the arrogance of a street thug, he kicked open the sanctuary door with a single, reckless kick!

They ruthlessly trampled that mysterious barrier that had blocked countless geniuses into a pile of rubble!

"Is this level of restructuring really possible?"

Su Hao did not answer.

The chalk in his hand had already reached the edge of the blackboard.

He took a step to the side, turned around, and walked towards another empty blackboard next to him.

The pen tip fell heavily onto the black panel, white chalk dust falling like snowflakes, and the calculations began to dance once more.

From this point onward, the characters on the blackboard have become some kind of cryptic script.

Even Theodore seemed to be struggling, with a dull ache in his head.

But amidst those countless leaping characters, he still managed to vaguely and painstakingly grasp Su Hao's crazed intentions.

"Actually, I didn't write it all out. I just sketched out a draft in my mind while I was spacing out."

As Su Hao wrote, he casually added:

"However, it seems that it should work in general."

Theodore's facial muscles twitched violently.

"draft?

This thing, which is enough to overturn the framework of analysis, you call a draft?

Is it just a model built in my head? And it's still largely working?

This is a completely irrational and extreme Versailles-like statement that utterly disregards common sense.

This puts Theodore's already damaged brain at risk of catching fire and shutting down.

But the cold reality gave him no chance to catch his breath or reshape his values.

Roll, roll.

The sound of rubber wheels rolling, like a death knell.

Like a deadly chant, it relentlessly approached from the other end of the corridor.

Apron A pulled down her mask and waved to Theodore.

"Hey buddy! The agreed-upon twenty minutes are up!"

"Brothers, it's time to get to work! We have a ton of dreadful coursework to finish when we get back tonight!"

Theodore discovered this in despair.

Not only did these guys return right on time, but from some unknown corner, several fresh recruits, also wearing green aprons, even appeared behind them.

Two enormous industrial blackboard brushes, dripping with cleaning fluid, were pushed side by side into the corridor.

It has the air of sweeping away all enemies and purifying everything.

What devastated Theodore even more was...

Su Hao turned around when he heard the noise.

Upon seeing this group of sanitation workers approaching aggressively, he surprisingly waved and greeted them in a very friendly manner!

"Okay, okay! Thank you for your hard work, students! We'll make room for you right away!"

Su Hao revealed an innocent smile, picked up the blackboard eraser, and seemed to be about to completely smooth out this draft filled with sparks of human wisdom, as if brushing away dust.

boom.

At this critical moment.

Theodore's last line of defense, called "reason."

At this moment, it was completely severed.

"Stop it!!!"

A piercing scream, almost breaking out in its own voice, suddenly echoed down the corridor.

The vibration caused the motion sensor lights above my head to flicker twice.

A blur flashed by!

Theodore's body burst forth with agility far exceeding that of ordinary people.

This is entirely a conditioned reflex stemming from the belief that scholarship is sacred and inviolable.

Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, he lunged forward and gripped Su Hao's wrist, which was holding the blackboard eraser, tightly with both hands.

"Are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"

"Uh...shouldn't it be wiped off?"

Look, everyone's waiting over there, and the time's definitely up..."

Su Hao innocently pointed with his other free finger to the several green aprons next to him that were already dumbfounded.

"You...do you even know what you're trying to wipe away?!"

Theodore was trembling with rage, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

Do you even know the weight of this?!

That's an abyss that even a master of Smail's caliber could never see the end of, no matter how hard he tried!

That is a century-old problem that hundreds and thousands of top scholars have devoted their youth to, one after another, only to ultimately fail!

And now, because of some damn cleaning time!

You're going to erase this historically significant thing?!

Faced with Theodore's relentless and insane output.

Su Hao blinked, utterly bewildered, his expression so innocent and foolish it was infuriating.

"Uh... no, don't get excited."

It's simply because... all the complete logical links and all the intermediate processes that were just deduced.

It's all etched into my mind now. What's the point of keeping this wall?

"fart!"

Theodore roared.

"You dare to say you've included every single word of even the most obscure and minute logical sidechains?!"

This is something that can change history!

Can you swear to God that you'll retain every single detail in your mind, down to the last punctuation mark, once this blackboard is erased?!

Under Theodora's terrifying aura, which seemed to devour people alive.

Even the usually oblivious Su Hao couldn't help but swallow.

Feeling a little uneasy, she took a small half-step back.

After stunning the arrogant young man, Theodore suddenly turned around.

Those bloodshot eyes, which looked terrifying, were fixed on the group of students pushing blackboard erasers down the corridor.

The students in aprons were startled by the murderous gaze and swallowed hard, clutching their push rods tightly.

However, just when everyone thought this madman was about to go on a killing spree...

Theodore did not lose his temper.

Instead, in the next second, his ferocious face changed instantly, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, into a warm and friendly smile!

At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he smoothly pulled a credit card that smelled of money from his wallet!