I Will Not Live as a Genius

2. three

I was solving the second differential equation among the problems prepared by Professor Bosun Park.

As soon as I saw the equation, my first thought was the Laplace transform, but it didn’t seem like a good idea.

I had all the Laplace transform tables memorized in my head, but when I got to the third line of developing the equation, I realized that the Laplace transform was meaningless.

I looked again at the given equation.

A second-order nonlinear partial differential equation, and the boundary conditions given with the equation.

By the way… .

A formula given as a boundary condition is much more complex than the differential equation itself.

Hmm… .

then… .

There won’t be a general solution to the equation, which means finding a special solution… .

Isn’t the reason why a very complex boundary condition is given is to make a special solution of the equation exist?

I looked at the equation given as the boundary condition again, and developed a part of the boundary condition equation separately to create a total of 12 cases.

That is, even if a general solution to the equation cannot be found, it suggests the possibility that 12 other special solutions may exist.

It is impossible to check all 12 cases in a given 30 minutes.

I developed the equation given as a boundary condition a little further, and used the regression method to prove that there is no solution in 10 cases.

There are now two cases, the first of which is the condition for a trivial solution.

That is, the given differential equation is a problem to find the non-obvious special solution of the second case.

I went back to the differential equation and started developing the equation.

The evolution of the equation started at the top left of the blackboard, well over three times my height, and continued all the way down to the bottom of the board.

let me signal

Two station staff lifted my little body and put it back on the high table.

I repeated the process of going up and down the table five times, and now the final inverse transformation process to find the special solution of the differential equation was left.

Equation before inverse transformation… .

Somehow… It’s a familiar feeling… .

When did you see it?

Suddenly, the formula of the thesis that proved Poincare’s conjecture came to mind, and at that moment, with a flashing feeling in my head, a certain image began to flow in front of my eyes.

It was like a video of a person’s headlights flashing in front of them just before they died.

If there is a difference between the flashing of a pole lamp before death, it is an image that shows the future, not the past.

* * *

In the video drawn in front of you.

I have come to the conclusion that in the case of the second condition in the problem being solved, the special solution and the given boundary condition contradict each other.

In other words, if a and b of the problem are positive numbers other than 1, the proof has been completed that there is no solution other than the self-evident solution that x = y = 0.

After the proof was completed, Professor Park Bo-soo praised me and promised that I would be admitted to the Mathematics Department at Korea University right away.

It was broadcast live like that, and I became the most famous person in the country.

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Newspaper articles about my genius poured in all week, and my neighbor Yeong-mi collected the newspaper articles and made a large scrapbook and gave it to me as a gift.

＜IQ 250>

＜Only one genius in the century>

＜Korean genius who will surpass Einstein>

＜The genius who will feed 40 million Koreans>

＜Learn Hangeul at the age of 2 and master a total of 5 languages at the age of 5>

＜You can start the Ph.D. program in Mathematics at Korea University right now>

These were the headlines of newspaper articles describing me as a six-year-old.

The video showing the future in front of us continued.

Professor Park Bo-soo’s promise to enter Korea University was not kept.

It wasn’t Professor Park Soo-soo’s fault.

This was because the school rules were not prepared for a 6-year-old child to enter the university.

Along with the news that Korea University is amending the school rules for my admission, there was an article saying that this would shake the foundation of the entrance exam system.

And not long after, a statement from Korean University students appeared.

It was stated that he could not be accepted as an alumni of Korea University because he had an IQ of 250.

A strong statement followed, saying that if anyone could become an alumni of Korea University, they would drop out of Hankuk University.

From then on, the media, which had been consistent with praise and praise, began to publish critical articles about me little by little.

Then one day.

It was the day after my father rejected a newspaper reporter’s offer to write a good article if he paid me.

An article in the morning newspaper that government subsidies for gifted education amounted to billions came out.

The ripple effect of a daily newspaper article with the nuance that billions of government subsidies are all used for me was enormous.

Every day, reporters visited our house, and newspaper articles poured out that the people’s blood was being used for the personal success of some geniuses.

My parents were finally subjected to a tax investigation by the National Tax Service, my father was fined for tax evasion, and even the small support of individual philanthropists who supported me was cut off.

The misfortune did not end there.

The year I turned 13

My father and mother divorced, and the worst thing about this series of unfortunate incidents was the fact that our family history was broadcast live nationwide.

My mother said she was fed up with people’s jealousy and decided to immigrate to the United States with me.

And after some time another article appeared, and the title of the article was this.

＜The gifted person raised with the blood of the people, after all, only doing good things in America>

At the age of 13, America was a new world.

What I liked the most was that no one recognized me there.

English was already mastered, so there was no problem with the language.

Surprisingly, my mother, who had only graduated from elementary school, quickly learned English, and my mother and I were able to adjust to life in the United States without difficulty.

When I finished secondary school in one year, Ms. Madison recommended me to a profession like a doctor or a researcher.

So at the age of 14, he entered the Harvard Mathematics Department, graduating from the Harvard Mathematics Department in second place the following year.

I started an integrated master’s and doctoral program at Yale University’s Department of Mathematics.

And in the summer of 1997 when I turned 17.

At the same time as my Ph.D. in Differential Mathematics, I was offered an assistant professorship at 7 universities.

America is a capitalist society.

My age at 17 didn’t matter at all.

The most important thing for them was my ability to get research funding from outside.

The person I loved the most at that time was my mother.

So my life in America seemed to be going smoothly.

But the happy time did not last long.

Whether it was Korea or the United States, where people lived was not different.

Politics was important in any society, and at first glance, the teaching society of the United States, which seemed to consist of horizontal relationships, was no different.

Especially the way they evaluate each other.

In other words, in a peer-reviewed society, a young man who was just over 20 years old who had no interest in politics at all could not help but receive harsh comments from his peers.

So, I was rejected for re-appointment as a professor and tenure evaluation.

At the age of early 20s, he became a loser in life.

Did I say bad things happen all at once? .

As my application for permanent residency extension was rejected at the same time as I was fired from the university, my mother and I had to return to Korea.

It was around a week after I returned to Korea.

A news article appeared on the Internet, and it was titled ＜Do you remember the genius boy Chae Jeong-ho 16 years ago?>.

Internet article by Dr. We started with an interview with David McLean.

David was the head of the mathematics department at the university where I worked, a professor who was at first sympathetic to me, but later became terribly ill with me.

To summarize the contents of the Internet article, I was very proud of the title of becoming a professor at the age of 17, and although I may have been good at memorizing, my qualifications as a researcher conducting high-level research were 0 points.

At the end of the article, my current situation was also detailed in detail.

I said that I failed the American professor tenure screening and came back to Korea, and I am unemployed.

This Internet article came as quite a shock to me, not because of David’s fake interview or sarcastic content.

It was because of the comments below the article.

– I remember this person. But I knew it would be like this.

– (I thought it was about me lol) hahaha

– In the end, it failed in the US, too.

– What kind of genius is a genius? Then, Happy is a genius in my house too lol.

– You make all the fuss about your IQ of 250, but in the end you are unemployed?

– Hahaha, flirt.

There were only 4 comments that said it was unfortunate.

All but 4 of the 600+ comments were mocking me.

I couldn’t quite understand.

What did I do to them that they applaud my misfortune so much?

The shock at this time became a trauma that haunted me until the day I died.

When I lay down to sleep, their malicious comments became hallucinations and lingered in my ears.

It seems that there are not only bad parts in the world.

Because someone came to me after seeing this internet article.

That person was none other than Yeongmi, who lived next door when she was young.

23-year-old Yeong-mi was now a full-fledged college student.

Those times were a series of difficult times for me.

He tried relentlessly to find a new job, but the result was the same.

I applied for a university professorship as well as a research institute of a large corporation that made use of my major, but none of them welcomed a failed genius.

It was Yeongmi who became a ray of light in the dark times of her life.

If it hadn’t been for her then, I might have killed myself.

In that way, she became a strong support for my life by my side.

With the help of Youngmi, I started working as an entrance exam academy instructor, and when I found stability in my life little by little… .

An enlistment warrant was issued.

The military was another hell for me.

From the days of the training camp, I started being called around.

The commanders who summoned me were all different, but they repeated the same words with the same expression on their faces.

“Hey, an IQ of 250 isn’t a big deal.”

“Are you really a genius? ha ha ha!”

“Even a genius is foolish when he becomes a private!”

They seemed to find satisfaction in recognizing that I was a worthless person.

One of them had a calculator and repeated the mental calculations until I was wrong.

It was like being an animal in a circus.

As this continued, I began to suffer from insomnia and nightmares.

I could feel my heart breaking more and more.

Then one day… .

I lost consciousness during the sun roll call.

Diagnosed with paroxysmal epilepsy, he was discharged from the military and served in the military for nine months.

The day after I came home after reporting my discharge from the military hospital.

Two reporters found me, and the next day an Internet article announcing my discharge was posted.

＜The genius of the century who was discharged from the military service, returned home in good health.>

The article about returning to Korea after failing to live in the United States received only 600 malicious comments, while the article suspected of evading military service received more than 4,000 malicious comments.

By the time I was barely recovering my health after several years of recuperation, reporters came to me, and articles inducing malicious comments were posted on the Internet without fail.

It was Yeongmi who took care of me without giving up until the end.

I wanted her to leave me and find a good man.

This was sincere.

It seemed that her life was ruined because of me, so when I cried and begged her to leave me, Youngmi smiled and said,

“why? Don’t you think I’m with you because you’re pitiful?”

“… … .”

“don’t worry. If I hate being by your side, then I’ll leave without looking back. But it’s still good to be with you. That’s why I am here.”

Despite her caring care, my condition gradually deteriorated.

And the year I turned forty.

I met death.

* * *

At the end of death, the video that passed like a lantern came to an end.

I intuited that the image that had just unfolded before my eyes was my previous life.

As I looked up, I saw a large blackboard full of complex formulas.

What does all this mean?

If I solve this problem and prove that I am a genius… .

If my IQ proves to be 250… .

I will now have to accept the jealousy of the world with my whole body.

And a miserable life will begin.

I didn’t want to be a genius.

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No, you can’t live as a genius.

To protect me, to protect my family, and to protect my English… .

I will not live as a genius.

My thoughts became clearer, and my purpose in life became clear.

Yes, my goal in life is… .

to live normally.

I put down the chalk I was holding in my hand.

and turned back

A live camera is looking at me under bright lights.

All the people of Korea are looking at me.

afraid.

I don’t want them to envy me.

I barely opened my mouth.

“Mom… .”

(This novel is fictional. The characters are all fictional characters created by the author’s imagination and have nothing to do with reality.)