As a rule, he truly did not read.
To put it arrogantly: I had already read ten thousand volumes—was there any need for me to keep reading?
To put it cruelly and helplessly: after entering the Holy Hall and facing storms from all eight directions, the answers to problems had never lain within books. The tighter one shut the study door, the faster one died.
So everyone had more or less accepted the reality that Lin Mouren was a scholar who did not read.
But today, he still entered the study.
Xiao Xiang, her two ample mounds quite capable of rivaling Li Guihan's, followed the household head into the study, intending to pour him tea and provide something pleasing to the eye. Yet Lin Su once again displayed his shameful style of having no tenderness for women, waving her out first.
The study door closed. Lin Su sat behind the desk as the leaf within his mind rose into the air. Countless streams of information filled every corner of the study, a sharp gleam flickering in his eyes as he began another ultimate challenge in calculation...
Since arriving in this world, his profound mathematical knowledge had long been shelved away. Why? There was simply no use for it!
The mathematics here was far too primitive. He could crush a vast swath of people by bringing out nothing more than middle-school-level knowledge; there was no need even to mention anything more advanced.
If there had ever been an ultimate challenge in his life, it had been the sixty-four transformations of the King Wen formation.
And today, he intended to challenge himself once more.
To challenge the operational trajectory of the universe.
This undertaking could be called the very pinnacle of mathematics. Even in that former Great World, probably only a handful