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

It's unclear whether Su Hao sensed the strong aura of resentment emanating from Theodore, or if he suddenly had a change of heart.

He suddenly turned around and straightened his back.

He revealed a resolute expression as if he were about to go into battle, and solemnly promised Theodore.

"I understand! Don't worry!"

"If I make any crucial breakthroughs in the future, I will definitely share them with the academic community immediately! I will not keep them to myself!"

"What the heck?"

Theodore's expression froze, and his blood pressure, which had just calmed down, spiked again.

What the hell is this?

This seemingly perfect guarantee, translated bluntly, is simply:

Any inspiration that he himself feels is "not important enough".

Regardless of whether people outside are fighting tooth and nail for it.

So he'll just throw it in the trash can like he did today?

Theodore closed his eyes in despair.

He was absolutely certain that Su Hao hadn't listened to a single word of his heartfelt and tearful accusations; the kid's focus had completely shifted.

These humanoid monsters, who walk on the atmosphere of human intelligence, have brain circuits that are simply beyond the empathy of mortals like myself who are struggling in the mud!

Having finished taking the oath, Su Hao no longer paid attention to Theodore's constipated expression.

He turned his head and gazed at the blackboard again with deep affection.

Facing the theorems that he had personally derived step by step.

His eyes were crystal clear, showing not a trace of self-doubt or wavering.

That's the kind of radiance that only absolute self-confidence can produce.

Click.

Theodore silently raised his camera and pressed the shutter one last time.

The camera captured Su Hao's focused and lonely profile, as well as the world-shaking formula behind him, forever frozen in time.

A few minutes later.

At the end of the corridor, the cleaning team students, carrying large and small bags, were approaching with their lively laughter.

"Boss, you've bought your coffee too! Drink it while it's hot!"

"That shop's sandwiches are all sold out, so they only have bagels left for supper. Is that okay?"

Theodore looked at the bagels, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

It seems that during my stay here, my stomach is going to be permanently locked in with bagels.

.......

"Come in."

Su Hao pushed open the door and led Theodore into his private office, which had a nameplate hanging on it.

After all, as an outsider, Theodore didn't even have a workstation at MIT.

As soon as I entered.

"Whoa!"

Theodore couldn't help but let out a surprised exclamation, like a country bumpkin entering the city.

"Hey kid, the decor of this private office is pretty impressive!"

The lighting, the leather sofa—that's quite luxurious.

thump.

Theodore didn't hold back at all, slamming his heavy body hard into the soft, wide sofa.

tired.

Exhaustion that seeps deep into your bones.

Today was a chaotic, eventful, and incredibly long day, like riding a rollercoaster through hell.

It was far too much torment for him, both mentally and physically.

"Want me a glass of ice water?" Su Hao asked as he walked to the water dispenser.

"Whatever..."

Theodore waved his hand weakly.

However, just as he turned his head and his gaze aimlessly swept across the corner of the room...

His gaze suddenly stopped.

Next to the desk, on the edge of that black, perforated trash can.

Several crumpled and discarded draft papers, abandoned by their owner, peeked out.

The exposed half of the matrix symbol instantly stung Theodore's nerves.

"Wait a minute. What is this?"

Theodore, disregarding his image, rushed to the trash can and snatched the wad of paper from it!

Let's take a look.

[The dynamic center of the function]

Theodore stared intently at the scrap of paper, his eye muscles contracting uncontrollably.

As a top expert in the industry, how could he not understand the value of this thing!

This is clearly a set of god-level formulas specifically designed to calculate the minimum point of the second derivative!

In other words, it precisely defines the most balanced and incredible core coordinates throughout the entire function's shape transformation!

This thing was actually thrown in the trash can?!

I heard a noise.

Su Hao turned his head, holding the paper cup, and looked in the direction of Theodore's trembling finger.

He paused for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and began to explain.

"Ah...that."

That was a tiny, insignificant idea that suddenly popped into my head when I was calculating the average point on the blackboard.

I figured I had nothing better to do, so I just grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something for fun.

It was too rough and not very useful, so I threw it away.

"I...I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!!!"

Theodore clutched his hair in extreme pain.

If there were a block of tofu right now, he would really want to smash his head against it and die.

"Just writing this for fun?!"

Theodore let out a desperate wail, tears welling up in his eyes.

"You spendthrift! Do you even know what you're doing?!"

This is an absolutely groundbreaking approach that can directly overcome all kinds of barriers and forcefully reach the level of topological stability of nonlinear function oscillations!

This thing is something that's not even in the mathematics community!

Even with a little packaging, it could be thrown directly into the camp of the opposing physics community!

That's a bombshell, big enough to blow the skulls of the editors-in-chief of the world's top journals and shake the entire physics community!

Why?

Why?!

My God!

Are you blind?!

Why do you show such unscrupulous and insane favoritism to this wasteful bastard who throws the future of all humanity into the trash like it's nothing?!

Theodore collapsed helplessly to the ground.

He stared at the ceiling, utterly despondent, two streams of tears—tears of humiliation, jealousy, and despair—slid down his cheeks.

.......

MIT, coffee shop.

"Your extra-large sandwich and large iced Americano are both ready!"

Megan handed over a slightly warm brown paper bag across the bar.

In this place where even the air was filled with the dull smell of academia, her smile was so bright it seemed to melt the Boston morning frost.

A young student wrapped in a heavy coat accepted the food with both hands.

I hastily said thank you.

Then, like a leaf caught in a whirlwind, it hurriedly plunged into the gray morning mist outside the shop.

Megan was already used to it.

At a glance, the queue had already stretched outside the gate.

A whole bunch of math majors!

During this time before the first class in the morning, the coffee shop is always like a battlefield.

Everyone's eyes were glazed over, trying to pull themselves back from the brink of sudden death from all-night computer work with extra-large cups of caffeine.

Megan rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sweeping over the group of people as she silently speculated.

Judging from the identical, blank expressions in their eyes, as if they were machines malfunctioning, they must be cultivators from the robot club next door.

I was just thinking about it.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Another group of engineering students wearing distinctive plaid shirts rushed in.

The entire café was instantly filled, creating an eerie yet harmonious academic atmosphere.

The booths by the window had long been occupied by several Indian guys who were staring intently at the code scrolling wildly on the screen, their fingers leaving afterimages on the keyboard, while they muttered some mysterious incantation to pray for bug-free code.

In the darkest corner of the shop, several burly doctoral students with Eastern European features were arguing heatedly over an academic issue, their faces flushed with anger, around a piece of draft paper covered in scribbles.

They looked ready to grab folding chairs and start fighting each other at any moment.

chaos.

Quarrel.

But Meghan absolutely loved this sight.

There's none of that pretentious elitist air about Harvard Square here.

It also lacks the nauseating perfume smells and deliberately ornate crystal chandeliers found in trendy cafes in the city center.

Every inch of air here is always filled with the almost savage, vibrant energy bursting forth from these young geniuses.