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

"Hey guys! Still working hard for the school so late at night, that's really tough!"

Theodore greeted him in a greasy yet friendly voice.

"I see everyone looks pretty tired. How about this, since we met by chance, I'll treat you all to a late-night snack tonight, brothers?

The power of money is great.

This is especially true for these poor students.

The volunteers' faces instantly changed from gloomy to bright and sunny.

"Hey, all right! Thanks a lot, buddy, you're a real savior!"

"To be honest, I just finished cleaning half a building and desperately need some strong caffeine to keep me going! This is fantastic!"

"It would be great if someone treated us! Let's go!"

A group of people cheered and jumped for joy.

Looking at this group of young people who were instantly bought off.

Theodore let out a hearty chuckle.

He strode forward and, like an older brother, patted the shoulders of the leading students in a familiar and friendly manner.

"Password: six zeros. Scan as many times as you want! Starbucks or whatever, all you can get, coffee and sandwiches galore, don't be shy."

While we were at it, the kid and I quickly tidied up the blackboard a bit.

"Once you've eaten and drunk your fill and are fully recharged, we'll be done here, and you can get right to work. How about that?"

Su Hao, who was watching from the back, was completely dumbfounded.

He stared in disbelief at Theodore's top-notch crisis management, which seamlessly switched between "mad dog guarding its food" and "capital spending spree," and was deeply impressed and amazed.

Wow! So this is how adults solve problems in the physical world! I've learned something new!

At this moment.

Theodore's every move exuded the composure and ease of a seasoned veteran of society, thoroughly hardened and matured after years of being battered and bruised.

It was absolutely radiant.

"......"

The cleaning crew left happily, clutching their credit cards.

The noise in the corridor receded like the tide.

Silence returned.

Theodore, who was all smiles just a moment ago, instantly wiped the smile off his face.

He turned around abruptly and pulled out the SLR camera with his bare hand.

The moment he removed the lens cap, he didn't even realize that the muscles in his hand were trembling uncontrollably due to extreme excitement!

Click.

A crisp click of the shutter sounded.

Theodore, like a mad archaeologist rescuing murals from a lost civilization, began a comprehensive, no-dead-angle filming spree.

As a top student, he precisely divided the vast amount of writing on the blackboard into a grid in his mind!

Number them one by one!

Then, like a radar scan, they methodically carried out ultra-high-definition close-up shots!

Don't overlook a single punctuation mark!

Click, click.

With each rise and fall of the shutter.

Theodore's super brain was also running at full speed, simultaneously reconstructing each link of the logical chain that Su Hao had just written in his mind.

After all, he had been staring at that blackboard like a madman for hours.

The overall picture had naturally emerged in his mind.

But the clearer you see it.

The more he did so, the more terrified he became!

The absolute dimension in which this set of theorems exists is more than ten times higher and more terrifying than he originally imagined!

"Absolutely amazing... Absolutely amazing..."

As Theodore looked through the viewfinder, he couldn't help but let out a series of dreamlike gasps of amazement.

"Here, you actually forced the density to be w(x)... and then forcibly took the average of the rate of change..."

Ah! I get it! So that's how it is!

So, your real goal is to use this nonlinear mapping to probability space to find that absolute fixed point in chaos, right?!

Upon hearing this comment, Su Hao's eyes flashed with admiration, and he nodded earnestly.

"That's right, my intuition tells me that I believe that fixed point definitely exists!"

Although, due to time constraints, I have not yet been able to provide a rigorous proof process.

Click.

Theodore suddenly turned his head, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Su Hao, listen carefully, no matter how great your abilities are."

As long as you are still doing research, as long as you are still a human being.

We must leave the most detailed written record absolutely and without reservation!

Human memory fades! Even geniuses are no exception!

Those fleeting moments of inspiration that you take for granted and disregard in the present moment.

Once you carelessly miss it, I assure you, you might never get it back, even if you spend your entire next life, and the life after that. Do you understand?!

Click.

Another shutter click.

I wonder if it's because Theodore had learned some painful lesson about this issue before.

Every word he uttered at that moment carried immense weight, an oppressive and weighty presence that was impossible to refute.

Do you know that bastard Gauss?

Theodore gritted his teeth and began his brutal attack.

"That guy known as the Prince of Mathematics is an extremely negative and despicable bastard when it comes to publishing research papers! He's so bad that you just want to strangle him!"

Take non-Euclidean geometry as an example.

He had clearly grasped the core principles of it eight hundred years ago!

And what happened? He actually shoved that world-changing manuscript into a drawer like a piece of pickled vegetable, letting it gather dust and mold!

Because of his damn, bizarre, and utterly unreasonable academic fastidiousness!

Do you know how many years the progress of the entire field of geometry has been slowed down?

Theodore grew angrier the more he talked.

He always harbored a great prejudice and resentment towards extraordinary figures like Newton and Gauss.

Newton's later years were marked by an obsession with alchemy, and his bizarre and outrageous behaviors are well-known.

Gauss, that old monster, was by no means a normal human being.

Of all the groundbreaking research that guy did in his life, at most less than 20% was eventually published!

The remaining 80% of his unparalleled treasures, the god-like ideas that modern mathematicians would fight tooth and nail for, were all cruelly taken to his dark grave on the day he breathed his last!

"These monsters who have monopolized the highest intellectual resources of all humankind are simply a bunch of bastards with absolutely no sense of responsibility towards human civilization!"

He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Su Hao, his mind screaming wildly:

"Good heavens! I don't understand!"

How come the extraordinary brain you bestowed upon us, capable of seeing through the truths of the universe, ended up on the heads of these weirdos who treat academia like a game and waste resources?

Why won't you share even a little bit with me!