Song He hunched over his desk, writing furiously.
He kept filling sheets of paper, then picked them up and walked over to the wall, tearing down the large sheets previously hung there and replacing them one by one with new pages.
Whenever his thoughts stalled, he would pick up the Rubik's Cube and study it for a moment. It never took long for inspiration to resume, and he would continue writing furiously at his desk!
For two whole days, Song He stayed cooped up in his room, writing out the solution process until his wrists ached.
He discovered that blank paper had one kind of scent, while paper covered in answers written with a gel pen had another.
Could this be the legendary scent of books?
At last, on Saturday evening, as he wrote down the final line of the solution, everything suddenly clicked. An invisible aura of power burst from him like a floodgate opening, triggering a system notification!
After arduous self-study and learning under a master, your mathematical attainments have established a school of their own. At the frontier of human mathematical knowledge, you have opened up a domain that belongs to you. Ordinary people can no longer estimate your strength. You are hereby awarded the "Grandmaster" rank!
Your current mathematics level is Grandmaster Level 01!
Song He wrote the final period, set down his pen, and drew a deep breath.
He closed his eyes and seemed to see a range of mountains.
Majestic peaks stretched endlessly into the distance. Each towering mountain represented a mathematician whose name had gone down in history. Some peaks stood in lonely isolation, while others were closely connected to neighboring ranges.
At the edge of the mountain range, an inconspicuous little hill quietly rose. It was named Song He, and its foothills