aircannonsinc Chapter 45 The Peach Stung by a Wasp
Chapter 45 The Peach Stung by a Wasp
Lucas frowned and turned to look in the direction of the Xia Guo team.
Instead of looking grief-stricken, the players from the Xia Kingdom team all had rosy cheeks!
"Holy crap! This difficulty is ridiculously high!"
"But! Do you remember the problem-solving approach Su Hao taught us at the meeting? It just so happens to be right in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
I just followed the logic and plugged it in; it was definitely a sure thing!
"Yeah, Su Hao is practically a lifesaver! It feels so good to be carried by a big shot like that!"
"Considering the insane difficulty of this test, my performance this time was absolutely phenomenal!"
The Xia Guo team members were exchanging excited messages in trembling voices.
The overwhelming excitement of escaping death stung Lucas's nerves like a needle.
What kind of international joke is this?!
In Lucas's preconceived notion, all the candidates should have failed by now, given the hellish difficulty of the exam.
Judging from their eagerness to pop champagne, they clearly did extremely well on the exam!
In sight, Zhang Wei of the Xia Guo team was so excited that his face turned red. He grabbed Su Hao's shoulder and patted his back repeatedly with his big hands, as if he wanted to worship Su Hao!
Lucas's pupils contracted slightly as a strong sense of absurdity welled up inside him.
Why should I?!
Based on that kid in the middle named Su Hao?!
"Let's go." Lucas forced down his shock and frustration, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
It's okay, there's always tomorrow!
These three questions today were just a time management mistake. There are still three more questions tomorrow, and I will definitely get my revenge!
......
"Su Hao!"
In the corridor, Lin Shuwan quickened her pace and called out to the unhurried figure in front of her.
Upon hearing the voice, Su Hao naturally slowed his pace and waited for her to walk beside him.
Lin Shuwan looked exceptionally well today, with a bright and clear look in her eyes.
"Looks like Sister Lin did well on the exam today?"
Su Hao asked casually.
Lin Shuwan nodded. She had instinctively wanted to ask, "How did you do on your exam?" but she swallowed the words back.
Ask Su Hao how he did on the exam?
It's pointless except for making yourself unhappy.
The two of them are no longer on the same level.
"Thanks to you. If it were the old me who was so stubborn and obsessive, I would have completely collapsed by the first question."
Lin Shuwan's eyes shone with genuine gratitude.
Do you remember the first time we met?
"Ah! Back then?" Su Hao looked at Lin Shuwan and couldn't help but chuckle as some image flashed through his mind.
Seemingly recalling her embarrassing past social faux pas, Lin Shuwan's face flushed red.
"No, no, that's not it! I meant after the exam, I kept pestering you to explain the proof process!"
"Of course I remember." Su Hao suppressed his smile and nodded.
"From that time on, I could clearly feel the changes in myself."
No matter how absurd a problem I encounter, I no longer stubbornly stick to one approach, but instead force myself to dissect it from different perspectives.
"Ah, actually, I've always admired Sister Lin's style from before," Su Hao suddenly said.
"what?"
"Sister Lin's style is very similar to that of real mathematicians in history."
That kind of tenacity—the determination to delve into something alone to prove it, even if it leads to a dead end and leaves you battered and bruised—is something you never give up on.
That day, you worked tirelessly until the very last second of the exam to solve that problem.
In my opinion, this is exactly what a mathematician should look like!
Lin Shuwan remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before changing the subject:
"By the way! You seem to have a particular interest in studying historical mathematicians?"
As if his interest had been piqued, a glimmer of light appeared in Su Hao's usually calm eyes.
"Yes! Because when I look at them, I constantly remind myself:"
We must never give up in the face of truth!
For example, Joseph Fourier.
He poured his entire life's energy and effort into deriving a seemingly hopeless equation for heat conduction. That was Fourier analysis, which later changed the entire world.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the walls of the corridor, looking into the distance.
"Tragedyically, this equation was never truly completed until the day he died."
It was only by building upon his work that later figures like Dirichlet and Riemann perfected it.
To outsiders, this appears to be an obsession bordering on madness.
But it is precisely this kind of obsession that laid the foundation for the edifice of mathematics!
Lin Shuwan listened, slightly lost in thought, and subconsciously asked:
"Is it possible... that there's a subject in your heart that's so difficult you want to give up?"
In her eyes, Su Hao was a monster who could easily crush the IMO arena.
Are there any theories in this world that he can't understand? Are there any problems that he can't solve?
Even he... needs the unwavering dedication of the sages to motivate himself, to not give up easily...
What kind of earth-shattering thing must he be researching?!
"Of course I am." Su Hao smiled, but his eyes were incredibly firm. "But I will never give up."
There were no grand vows, no arrogant boasts, only a natural tranquility.
From Su Hao's expression, Lin Shuwan keenly sensed that the level of that topic was definitely beyond her current capabilities.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Lin Shuwan looked at the boy beside her.
When did he grow so tall?
When we first met last year, I had to look down at him, but now his shoulders are almost level with mine.
Lin Shuwan, in the past, possessed the arrogance of a favored daughter of heaven and would never allow her peers to surpass her.
But now?
Let alone walking side by side, just trying her best to follow his footprints in the mud had already exhausted all her strength.
A suffocating sense of oppression crashed into my chest like a boulder.
Lin Shuwan realized with despair that perhaps before long, she wouldn't even have the right to look up at this boy's back!
He had already stepped into the realm of gods, a realm that mortals could never reach in their entire lives!
"Sister Lin, are you alright?" Su Hao asked with concern, looking at Lin Shuwan, whose face had suddenly turned pale.
"Um...it's nothing." Lin Shuwan forced a smile.
Keep up with him?
That might be the most presumptuous fantasy in the world.
……
The next day, at dawn.
The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn when the sound of light footsteps could already be heard in the dormitory corridor.
Students who had gotten up earlier than usual, or who had been sleepless all night, were wandering the corridors like ghosts.
With lingering fear from the first day's massacre, everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit on the verge of breaking that morning!
Walking through the crowd, Su Hao glanced around and noticed that several foreign contestants had eyes swollen like peaches that had just been stung by wasps, clearly having cried themselves to sleep under the covers last night.
After all, who isn't standing here carrying the honor of the entire nation on their shoulders?
The same exam room, the same desks.
But today, the air is so thick it feels like it's filled with mercury.
Everyone's breathing sounded like a bellows being pulled, conveying a desperate and tragic sense of desperation.
Finally, the proctor appeared like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, slamming the exam paper heavily onto the podium.
The final battle has officially begun!