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

But no matter how glamorous the packaging or how perfect the structure, it doesn't matter.

Most importantly, it is still the core theoretical content that is wrapped up.

Whitman completely put aside all distracting thoughts.

He solemnly picked up a black pen from the table.

Like an old monk in deep meditation, he immersed his entire soul in the text and began to study this paper, word by word and sentence by sentence, which was enough to rewrite history.

Time loses its physical meaning within the dean's office.

The mechanical clock on the wall emitted a monotonous ticking sound.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed...

Thick sheets of A4 printing paper were flipped through with a rustling sound, and draft papers filled with matrices and calculus equations were scattered all over the floor.

"what!"

His facial muscles, which had been tense and stiff from intense focus, suddenly trembled violently before gradually relaxing.

When he followed Su Hao's train of thought and read about the process of the surface flattening, which could be described as a stroke of genius.

The old man was so excited that he slapped his thigh hard, and couldn't help but blurt out an exclamation that was hard to tell whether it was an insult or a compliment.

And when the progress bar finally slid to the bottom.

Finally, when we see Su Hao, through a series of extremely brute-force algebraic derivations, exquisitely converge to that equilibrium point in absolute chaos.

Whitman was so excited that he jumped up from his chair and danced around like a three-year-old. His ecstatic expression made it seem as if he had personally solved this age-old problem!

"Hahaha! That's amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

I knew it! I knew it would be like this!

Su Hao, that kid, never played by the rules from beginning to end!

When mathematicians all over the world, like stubborn fools, tried to tackle the Smail problem head-on using traditional methods...

He started from scratch!

He went so far as to use a completely new space definition language that was entirely his own!

Like a creator, it reshaped the rules, giving new life to the ancient and even somewhat outdated mathematical concept of the "mean value theorem" under a completely new logical framework!

"Absolutely audacious! Utterly audacious! They've abandoned traditional continuity and directly redefined density..."

Whitman stared intently at the line of formula on the screen.

"Within the existing academic framework, to directly overturn the foundation laid by predecessors and build a new edifice..."

This is absolutely a crazy path that no one else in the world, except for Su Hao, that reckless freak, would dare to try!

Go through the entire history of human mathematics.

To date, absolutely no mathematician has ever proposed such an ingenious and tricky solution.

This isn't solving a problem; it's flipping the table and rewriting the rules!

Looking at the flawless derivation before me.

Su Hao's paper seems to be giving a final diagnosis to a long-standing, incurable disease.

Holding an extremely sharp scalpel, he meticulously dissected and thoroughly analyzed the causes of the failures of predecessors over the past decades, as well as the malignant tumors hidden deep within erroneous axioms.

In a daze.

These are some words of helplessness left behind by Stephen Smail when he was exhausted by this problem and finally chose to give up.

Suddenly, it transcended time and space, clearly appearing in Whitman's mind.

"The mean is necessarily everywhere. We just haven't found the path to it yet."

Hopefully, in the years to come, some exceptionally talented successor will be able to unravel it from the fog.

Whitman's fingers trembled as she slowly and solemnly slid the page to the last page.

There are no lengthy, rambling summaries; the conclusion consists of only three paragraphs.

But within this extremely brief paragraph, the cold and rigorous chain of logic has been completely closed.

The author has poured all the meaning he wanted to convey to the world into these few lines of exquisitely beautiful equations.

"Stephen, it seems that we old bones... really are getting old."

Perhaps this is what they call a moment to witness history.

There were no flowers, no applause, only the silent formulas in the paper, announcing yet another expansion of the boundaries of human cognition.

Whitman leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

A tingling, trembling sensation instantly swept down his spine.

What is talent? This is talent!

Based solely on a terrifying intuition that seemed to pierce through the truth of the universe.

With overwhelming force, it single-handedly broke through the core of the forbidden zone, which was inaccessible by all traditional methods.

too long.

The academic world has been peaceful for far too long since that monstrous genius, Ilya Cronin, burst onto the scene.

I haven't felt this overwhelming sense of being kicked in the door and having the truth shoved in my face in a very, very long time.

At that moment, Whitman was acutely aware of this.

That moment marked the passing of the torch between the old and new thrones of mathematics.

Today, on the campus of MIT, it has arrived!

Swish!

Whitman jumped up from her seat and yanked open the heavy blackout curtains!

The blizzard seemed to sense some kind of call, and became even more violent.

The overwhelming whiteness concealed all the noise.

Through the glass.

You can see students on campus wrapped tightly in their coats, hunching their shoulders, and struggling to walk along the paths amidst the swirling snow.

This scene is filled with an academic atmosphere and the harshness of winter.

Neither the past nor the future seems to be any different.

It's like a black and white photograph frozen in time.

"I reckon even fifty years from now, these students will still look like they've been blown around by the wind and are questioning their existence..."

Despite the changes in personnel, the scenery remains the same.

But under the guidance of those pioneers, the pace of mathematics, and humanity's exploration of the truth of the universe, has always been moving forward, braving wind and snow!

An indescribable sense of mission welled up in my heart.

He secretly rejoiced, rejoiced that he hadn't switched careers to Wall Street to make money in his early years, and rejoiced that he was in the position of Dean of the School of Mathematics at MIT.

This allowed him to stand at the top of the pyramid and witness, at the closest distance, the dawn breaking through the darkness of the night!

The next morning.

It was supposed to be the most stressful time of the semester, a period of intense exam preparation that could make anyone lose their hair, and the whole campus should have been filled with a tragic atmosphere of "studying until you drop dead."

But at this very moment!

The usually lifeless School of Mathematics was strangely filled with a frenzied atmosphere that seemed to be on the verge of exploding, completely unlike the anxiety of exam preparation!