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

There's really no need for that.

Su Hao calmly pushed the change onto the cashier's counter, politely declining the offer.

However, Theodore pretended to be deaf and dumb and forcibly slapped his credit card onto the machine.

After swiping his card, the greasy man even turned his head around, oblivious to his own mortality.

She gave Megan, who was frozen in shock, a greasy wink!

The two, carrying trays, found a relatively quiet spot in the corner and sat down.

Megan rubbed her eyes.

Just a second ago, she saw Theodore as a playboy who preyed on innocent young men.

But at this moment, it seems as if she has suddenly changed her persona.

His back was straight, and all frivolity had vanished from his eyes.

Instead, they were completely absorbed in a serious, almost absurd, focus, staring intently at the draft paper in Su Hao's hand as they engaged in a frantic conversation.

Megan was holding a rag and had been wiping a coffee cup back and forth for almost three minutes.

Her gaze was completely out of control; she crept over the high bar counter, stealthily glancing at that corner like a thief.

This is really weird.

It was a powerful aura.

Mathematicians seem to be born with a protective barrier that keeps outsiders at bay.

That's an exclusivity that outsiders can never achieve!

It is an absolute domain constructed from countless profound formulas and pure, ultimate rationality!

An ordinary person would feel suffocated if they stepped inside.

"Megan! Are you going to polish that glass until it's sparkling clean?! Two glasses of espresso! Hurry up!"

The foreman's loud shout, tinged with displeasure, abruptly pulled Megan's wandering thoughts back to reality.

"Coming! Ready in a minute."

She shook her head violently, forcibly banishing those chaotic thoughts from her mind, and immediately threw herself into the frantic process of taking orders like a spinning top.

Are you kidding me!

If you lose this perfect job of legitimately admiring top-tier handsome men every day because you're distracted.

If she never sees that stunning profile again, she'll definitely find a block of tofu and smash herself to death right there in front of MIT!

........

In Su Hao's research lab.

Theodore's personal property is expanding its territory at a terrifying, visible rate!

Su Hao rubbed his temples.

He clearly remembered that when this guy swaggered into his territory, he was only carrying a laptop!

Less than two days later, this guy somehow borrowed a car and drove to Walmart, which was a few kilometers away.

Like bandits entering a village, they bought up a large quantity of disposable daily necessities such as toothbrushes, towels, and razors, piling them up into a small mountain.

This is not finished.

After he rushed back to the lab yesterday carrying a bunch of spare clothes he had just bought,

There was so much of that miscellaneous stuff that it would take a large suitcase big enough to fit an adult to barely fit it all.

Seeing Su Hao's speechless expression, Theodore couldn't help but chuckle.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not really planning to live here all the time. I'm planning to start looking for a proper hotel nearby today."

"So, you're not planning to go back anytime soon?"

"Are you kidding me? This is Smail's conjecture!"

That's Smail's conjecture!

Theodore dropped his nonchalant attitude, his eyes suddenly sharpening.

"I must stay here no matter what, and I must watch this mountain be completely flattened before I leave. Besides—"

He paused, then glanced at Su Hao suspiciously.

"I seriously doubt whether you, with your wildly imaginative and monstrous thinking, can even write a decent paper that those rigid reviewers can understand!"

These words were spoken.

It strikes right at the soul!

Su Hao's sore spot was accurately hit.

He excels at complex functional analysis, but he struggles with how to translate his leaps of thought into a formulaic, human-readable text.

He turned his head away guiltily, pretending to look at the leaves outside the window.

Theodore turned around and pulled a stack of photos, printed to A4 size, from his backpack.

Those were all photos he took with his DSLR camera of Su Hao's scribbles on the blackboard.

Then, like a serial killer setting up a crime scene, he used red and blue thumbtacks, strictly following the deduced time sequence, to cover the other side of the white wall one by one, leaving no gaps.

"Don't worry about me, just focus on your own research."

After doing all this, Theodore dusted off his hands.

"OK."

A faint sense of doubt swept through Su Hao's mind.

He simply couldn't understand why the other party, who was a well-known figure in academia, would condescend to be so obsessed with his research.

What's the point?

Countless big question marks swirled and collided in his mind.

But these fleeting thoughts only lingered for a moment before vanishing completely.

Because for him at this moment, the only attractive goal in the world...

That towering mountain of mathematics, which is like an invincible god and urgently needs to be conquered, stands right on the blackboard in front of us!

No room for distraction!

Su Hao turned around and slowly walked to the very edge of the blackboard.

Pick up the chalk and continue working on that great, yet unfinished, proof.

rustling.

The faint, rhythmic sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard echoed regularly in the enclosed room, carrying a strange, pulsating quality.

The writing sound occasionally pauses for a few seconds.

Theodore, who was organizing the documents, subconsciously turned his head to look.

Su Hao stood frozen in place, his left hand pointing at the empty air, making rapidly erratic gestures that no ordinary person could understand!

Followed by.

He nodded vigorously!

The chalk in his hand seemed to be guided by some unseen thread of fate, flowing smoothly across the blackboard, instantly sketching out beautiful yet profound curves!

Theodore, sitting in the back, was deeply shocked and overwhelmed with emotion.

He stared intently at Su Hao's fluid and effortless movements, a bizarre and absurd conjecture surfacing in his mind:

Could it be that... this guy with the abnormally shaped brain can bypass the limitations of three-dimensional vision and directly "see" that multi-dimensional spatial structure composed of purely mathematical expressions with the naked eye?!

Theodore's eyes were bloodshot; he was consumed by jealousy.

He wished he could gouge out Su Hao's eyes and attach them to his own body so he could examine that world that belonged only to the gods!

Even just a second would be enough!

"If we want to reduce the curvature to 0..." Su Hao murmured to himself.

"Folding the domain again within this interval should maintain the balance of the measure density."

The scene gradually became eerie.

Su Hao seemed to be having an academic dialogue with some unseen, invisible ghost.

He muttered to himself nervously, while the chalk in his hand swept across the blackboard with overwhelming force!