The atmosphere in the Lecture Hall was like that of an exam room. Looking around, one could see a crowd of scholars sitting upright, heads down as they worked through calculations.
Song He secretly glanced around a few times and discovered that the scholars nearby, all buried in their problems, were actually working on the Dewitt Dinner problem!
Nobody knew that someone had already handed in their paper. They were still clinging to fantasies and hope, trying to win a chance at dinner.
Song He felt secretly embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't exactly stand up and shout, "Stop working! You don't have a chance anymore!"
He would just play dumb and pretend he hadn't seen anything.
Tang Jiang had handed in his paper. What did that have to do with Song He?
Song He kept his head down and continued studying Dewitt's lecture, greedily devouring every bit of knowledge.
The mathematician giving the lecture arrived, and it began quickly. But the audience was distracted, with the young scholars all busy solving problems. The atmosphere was rather like middle school students doing their math homework during Chinese class.
Song He listened attentively for ten minutes. When he realized the lecture wasn't very substantial and the density of knowledge was low, he switched to multitasking. He devoted a small portion of his Brain Tissue to listening to the lecture while most of his Brain Tissue continued processing the contents of the Dewitt lecture.
He had to admit, the Dewitt Conjecture was quite interesting. It felt like a topic worth digging into. If he managed to work it out, perhaps he could win a Mathematics Award?
Mathematics Progress detected. Advanced from Grandmaster Level 25 to Grandmaster Level 26!
The first lecture ended, and Song He got