Super God-Level Top Student

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United States, Princeton.

For this small town, stepping into September already signified the arrival of autumn, especially at night, which was bereft of August's sweltering heat and carried a hint of coolness.

When Roth Dugen walked out of his office, he made sure to don a light coat.

The maple leaves on the path outside the School of Mathematics had already tinged with red edges, and the dim yellow light of the path's lamps was shining.

Under the dim lights, the old English-style academic buildings were visible only as blurred silhouettes, which added to their aesthetic appeal.

The surroundings were tranquil, the air fresh, a perfect environment for contemplation.

All of this, however, served to irritate Roth Dugen.

He really wished that the 18-year-old whiz kid from Huaxia could see the beauty here, to experience the academic atmosphere, feeling that if Qiao Ze came, he would surely never want to leave.

Unfortunately, his invitation was outright rejected. Discover stories with empire

The other party didn't even hesitate for a few seconds as a show of respect but instead responded immediately.

"I won't go."

"Why?"

"I don't want to."

"No, everything must have its reasons. Tell me, do you have any concerns? Trust me, if you're willing to come, I will provide you with a perfect research environment."

Indeed, when the conversation had gotten to this point, Roth Dugen had only felt somewhat annoyed, but what Qiao Ze said next really opened his eyes.

"No concerns, I simply don't want to. Besides, I have a proposition I want to solve concerning the mass gap hypothesis, the N-body problem, which will surely interest you. Moreover, I can tell that your level is very high, higher than many of the professors I've encountered so far. If you could come to Xilin University, you would certainly receive the recognition you deserve."

Roth Dugen remembered how earnestly he had looked at Qiao Ze through the video call. The child from Huaxia spoke those words with a naturalness and even a sincerity.

So maybe, perhaps, he was really being serious...

Alright, this was a young mathematician who was naively unaware of the ways of the world.

In a sense, this put him on a level with Qiao Ze.

Both had invited the other once, and both had turned down the offer.

It was a form of mutual admiration.

And Qiao Ze's response gave Roth Dugen hope.

The kid hadn't yet caught on, but once he saw more of the world, once he learned of Princeton University's history, maybe he would aspire to this holy land of mathematics?

So, there was bound to be a chance, as long as Qiao Ze was willing to come, Roth Dugen felt he would have a third student capable of winning the Fields Medal.

Although he himself had never won the award, he would be the first mentor in history to have three Fields Medalists.

The very thought made the old man quite happy.

The only thing that bothered him was that his current students seemed not quite as impressive as Qiao Ze.

There they were, at eighteen, independently tackling such challenging subjects, while his own students, under his diligent guidance with weekly sessions, still struggled with various problems, and yet some of them even had the audacity to want vacations. This increasingly irritated Roth Dugen as he walked.

By the time he got home, his irritation reached its peak.

So the old man couldn't help but take out his phone and make a call.

"Green, how are you doing with the problem I assigned you last time?"

"Oh, Professor Dugen, I'm still pondering it. You know how it is, math inspiration is like petting a cat..."

"No, no, no, Green, don't try to fob me off with your theories on inspiration. Yes, inspiration is important, but for mathematics, extensive practice and accumulation are more crucial. I've decided to assign you some extra work, I'll send it to you later, and you have a week to complete all the exercises and hand them to me.

The completion of these exercises will determine whether you graduate smoothly. Of course, it's not just you, anyone who can't submit their work within the deadline will be treated the same. Do you understand?"

"But, dear mentor, we already have so much homework..."

"No, not enough, and calling me whatever won't help! God only knows why I allowed you to become my student. All the virtues I despise live within you, and none of the vices I appreciate! You're not even as good as an eighteen-year-old child!

I hope you learn from this embarrassment. You must understand that every student in Princeton's School of Mathematics is elite, and we only accept the elite. If you can't handle this pressure, then you don't belong here. I suggest you transfer. Kennedy did just that when he couldn't graduate here and transferred to Harvard."

"Professor Dugen, I understand. I'll do my best to complete the additional work you assigned."

"That's what you should be doing at your age. I will send the exercises soon. Wait for them."

Hanging up the phone, the old man's mood finally improved slightly.

His students had been underrated, and they needed to learn from this humiliation, no question.

Perhaps everything in this world abides by the law of conservation. For instance, when one person's mood begins to improve, someone else's mood must start to deteriorate to maintain the balance of the world.

This might just be the law of conservation of mood.

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Huaxia, Xilin University of Technology, New Classified Optical Laboratory.

Liu Chenfeng's understanding of this world had been completely overturned.

At that moment, his unsettled expression was akin to a child of 150 pounds.

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