The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

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First row in the foreign guests area.

Wiles doesn't understand Chinese.

When the twenty-eight characters were revealed from under the red silk, he thought the strokes were beautiful, like an abstract painting, square and upright with a sharp edge.

But he had no idea what it meant.

He turned his head and lowered his voice to ask Terence Tao beside him, "Tao, what does this poem mean?"

Tao Zhexuan took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the corner of his clothes, put them back on, stared at the words on the stone tablet, and his lips moved slightly.

His Chinese isn't bad, but asking him to translate the poem's nuances into English would be a real challenge for him.

After struggling for a while, his face turning red, he finally managed to stammeringly relay the message in English: "ceris nt te rbe f len trea..."

After translating the last sentence, Terence Tao let out a long breath, as if he had just solved a century-old problem.

Wiles listened without speaking immediately.

He moved his lips slightly, chewing over those few English sentences in his mouth, then chewing them over again.

Silent for a long time.

It took so long that Terence Tao thought he was daydreaming and was about to ask him what was wrong.

Then, Wiles turned to look at Terence Tao, his eyes revealing something rarely seen on the face of this mathematical giant.

Stunning.

"These four lines of poetry, when expressed in English, are beautiful enough."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"ceris te ays f yr yt...en flers blm, plck tem in time..."

"It urges people to cherish time, cherish youth, and cherish those things that are fleeting and can never be regained once missed." "This is a universal human emotion, transcending language and race."

He paused, then turned his gaze back to the stone tablet.

"But--"

Wiles' voice suddenly softened, as if he were talking to himself:

"But it must be even more beautiful in Chinese."

"Absolutely stunning!"

Tao Zhexuan paused for a moment, then nodded.

"If we were to use a mathematical formula as an analogy..."

Wiles looked at Terence Tao: "Euler's constant equation?"

Upon hearing this, Terence Tao nodded slightly.

Euler's constant equation is the most beautiful formula in mathematics.

Five fundamental mathematical constants are linked together by an equation, achieving the ultimate in simplicity, precision, and beauty. There are no superfluous symbols, and nothing that can be omitted.

Just like those four lines of poetry.

Twenty-eight Chinese characters encapsulate the essence of life.

Wiles became interested: "Tao, it seems I really need to learn this language!"

Terence Tao looked up and scrutinized Wiles with a serious expression.

The old man was over seventy years old, with a full head of white hair and wrinkles on his face like a dried-up riverbed, but his eyes were still bright, like two stars that had not yet cooled down.

"Sir Wiles, you should hurry."

Tao Zhexuan's tone was very serious, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"I'm worried about your health..."

Wiles' face immediately fell upon hearing this.

"Tao, this joke isn't funny."

The old man looked displeased, like an old man being looked down upon by a younger generation, his neck stiff and his mustache bristling. "Although I'm old, learning a language is just a matter of three months at most!"

"I'll be able to understand Chinese in three months!"

Tao Zhexuan pursed his lips and glanced at the Mitsui Group member next to him: "Someone else has said something similar!"

Wiles pressed on, "And then?"

"Later... I still couldn't finish it after 14 years!"

Wiles finally stopped joking.

Does it take 14 years or even longer to learn a language?

He'd better hurry, or his body might not be able to take it!

……

The group of foreign scholars around fell silent after hearing the translation.

Professor Anderson of the MIT Superconductivity Laboratory, who had initially thought that "Easterners are prone to formalism," now stared at the inscription, and the sarcasm on his face had completely vanished.

He spent his entire life working with materials science and understood best that "ultimate simplicity is ultimate power." And the power hidden within those twenty-eight characters is immense.

Morgan Jr. and Rockefeller Jr. exchanged a glance, both seeing apprehension in each other's eyes.

I originally thought Ji Bai was just a technical genius, a "scientific research celebrity".

It's only now that we realize this person can casually write a poem that can pierce through the collective memory of a nation and garner the admiration of hundreds of millions of young people.

This kind of influence is more terrifying than a hundred patents.

……

Meanwhile, the chat in the live stream was completely out of control.

"My grandpa just passed by my room, glanced at the screen, and asked me why I was kneeling down looking at my phone."

"The sword immortal is writing poetry! The sword immortal is writing poetry!!"

"Do not waste your golden robes, but cherish your youth..." Was this really written by an eighteen-year-old?

"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, for ye may ye have no flowers left to pluck..." My family is getting goosebumps!

"I showed this poem to my mom, and she said, 'Why didn't you hang this up in high school? Why did you hang something like "Raise one point, beat a thousand people"?'" "Hahaha, compared to this poem, 'Raise one point, beat a thousand people' really seems like a product of a lack of culture."

"Brothers, this poem will be my motto from now on! I've set it as my wallpaper!"

"I've already taken a screenshot! Starting today, I'll recite it once a day!"

"I dare say, in a few days, high schools all over the country will be displaying this poem!"

"No need for a few days! Our school has already issued a notice; it will be hung in the classrooms tomorrow!"

"Our school did the same! The principal even sent a voice message during the live stream!"

"I'm not going to say anything more. I've already copied this poem ten times, and the more I copy it, the more enjoyable it becomes!"

"This is pure talent, everyone! Ji Shen's scientific research is like a game-changer, and his poetry is just as overwhelming!"

"What else can he do? Tell me, is there anything he can't do?"

"Other people's kids: bad at math, bad at sports, all they know is studying; Ji Shen: perfect in math, a physics prodigy, can also write poetry, do calligraphy, write songs, can fly..."

"Please stop! I'm so jealous!"

"I can't breathe! God of Seasons, this prosperous age is just as you wished!" "A word of advice: cherish your youth... I'm a thirty-year-old man, crying like a dog at my workstation!"

"I cried too! It reminded me of my high school days, when I skipped classes every day to play video games, and now I can only deliver food! This poem is so heartbreaking!"

"This isn't some poem encouraging study! It's a complete depiction of a person's entire life!"

"Professors in the Chinese Department at Peking University are already slamming their fists on the table: Why did such a genius go to the Mathematics Department at Peking University?!"

"No, stop spamming the comments! Look at Ji Shen! He looks so cool standing by the poetry monument!"

The barrage of comments all rushed towards the same screen.

The young man stood with his sword on his back, his posture upright. The morning light shone from behind him, outlining his entire figure with a golden edge.

Behind him was that famous line from the Book of Songs.

Before him were countless eyes gazing up at him.

One person, one sword, four lines of poetry.

Ji Bai tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Don't laugh! Absolutely do not laugh!

But he really wanted to laugh!

【震惊值+1、+1、+1、+1、+1、+1、+1、+1……】

Wow, so many shock points!

……

After the two most important unveilings were completed, the ceremony was essentially over.

However, since so many high-ranking leaders have come, they will definitely have to give a speech.

First and foremost, the provincial governor.

As the applause subsided, the provincial governor straightened his clothes, stood up from his seat, and strode to the front of the stage.

He didn't use a prepared speech.

On the way here, he read the draft prepared by his secretary three times. It was very well written, solid and watertight.

But just now, the instant he saw Ji Bai arrive on his sword, the instant he saw the red silk on the poem stele fall, he suddenly felt that every word in the manuscript lacked weight. The writer of the manuscript had never seen a flying sword.

The person who wrote the article hadn't read the poem.

The writer, not standing here, felt a burning sensation in his heart and tears welling up in his eyes from the wind.

So the provincial governor decided to say whatever he thought.

He stood in front of the podium, neither looking down at his notes nor drinking water to moisten his throat.

His gaze swept across the audience, over the young faces, and over the scholars and businessmen who had come from abroad, finally settling on Ji Bai.

"Distinguished guests, friends, teachers, and students!"

"Today, I stand here, feeling incredibly excited!"

"It's not just because of how grand the ceremony was, nor because of how many distinguished guests attended!"

"It's because, in this city, in this school, a young man emerged! A young man whom the whole world has to look up to!"

"His name has been written into the history of human science!"

"His name is written on the school's name again today!" "But I'm not just talking about Ji Bai!"

"What I want to say is that from today onwards, every child in this school has the same role model!"

"This role model will tell you that it's not scary to come from an ordinary background, it's not scary to live in a small town, and it's not scary to be underestimated by others!"

"What's truly frightening is that you don't dare to dream, you don't dare to fight, and you don't dare to grit your teeth and take that next step when everyone says you can't do it!"

The provincial governor's voice suddenly rose a notch, and he lightly tapped his fist on the podium:

"I'm making a statement here today!"

"The Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School is hereby upgraded to a provincial key high school, effective today! Funding will be allocated separately, and staffing will be specially approved! The province will give the green light to anything needed for teaching, research, and talent development—whatever you ask for, we'll provide!"

boom--!

The audience erupted in cheers.

Old Wang almost jumped up.

Save the key points?

Separate funding? Special approval for staffing?

What does this equate to?

It's like putting a newly established school directly into the top tier of the province's education system!

They have policies, funds, and teachers.

From today onwards, this former "garbage high school" is now a hot commodity in the entire provincial education system!

Old Wang stood in the audience, his eyes red-rimmed, his hands red and swollen from clapping.

The veteran teachers around him were also brimming with energy, standing ramrod straight.

Some of the older children were even secretly wiping away tears.

An old Chinese teacher, surnamed Zhou, who had taught for more than 30 years, stood in the corner of the teachers' formation with completely white hair, his lips trembling for a long time.

"A provincial key school...our school...a provincial key school..."

He kept repeating those words, as if afraid they would slip away if he pronounced them too fast.

He recalled a time more than a decade ago when he attended a teaching and research conference in the city. He sat in the last row and didn't even have the right to speak. While teachers from other schools were discussing "what our first-tier university admission rate is this year," he could only shrink into a corner and pretend to flip through documents.

What was No. 99 Middle School back then?

It's a joke in the entire city's education system.

It's a place parents always tell you "never go there".

It's that corner in front of the booth at the annual high school entrance exam consultation fair, where there's never anyone there.

But now, the provincial governor himself is standing here, saying, "Whatever you want, we'll give you."

Teacher Zhou wiped her eyes, then wiped them again, but the tears just wouldn't stop.

"It was worth it..." he whispered. "It was worth it in this life."

A young teacher nearby handed her a tissue and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Zhou, are you alright?"

"fine."

Teacher Zhou took the tissue, smiled, and said, "It just feels like... our school really is different now."

The young teacher nodded, her eyes reddening. "Yes, things are different now."

"Starting today, we can sit in the front row when we go out to attend teaching and research meetings."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

But as I laughed, tears started falling again.

……

At this moment, Ji Bai stood on the stage, looking at the tearful faces below the stage, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He originally just wanted to show off, gain some shock points, and leave something for his alma mater.

But now, seeing the older teachers weeping uncontrollably, and the students clenching their fists, their eyes blazing with anger, he suddenly felt—

It seems like it's not just about showing off anymore.

It seems... something has really changed.

……

The provincial governor's voice continued, each word seemingly resounding: "We are not just building a high school; we are building a cradle of the nation's top talent!"

"We want the children who walk out of this door ten or twenty years from now to be able to take the sword from Ji Bai's hand and keep forging ahead!"

Let's witness that day together!