But Song He had weathered plenty of storms in his time. Without a second thought, he just kept at it. When he couldn't push any farther, he took another Mental Arithmetic Capsule. There was no knowledge in those notes he couldn't flatten!
For over thirty hours, he stayed cooped up in his room, studying almost without pause. At last, he swept through Chu Long's more than two hundred pages of notes.
His mind crammed full of knowledge, inspiration began pouring out again. Song He continued trying to prove the Small Lin-Gar Conjecture, inching forward as though tunneling through a mountain. Whenever he encountered granite he couldn't break through, he tried to go around it. If there was truly no way around, he waited for explosives.
The explosives came from Chu Long. His daily task was to attend mathematics classes, jotting down the exclusive knowledge he heard in class and then sending it nonstop to Song He like a spy delivering intelligence. His notes often contained one or two novel techniques that let Song He try blasting through the granite blocking his way and continue digging deeper into the mountain.
Only a few days later, something unexpected happened!
It wasn't an accident involving Song He, nor one involving Chu Long. It was an accident involving Chu Long's teacher!
Waking in the middle of the night, Song He picked up his phone to check the time, but his gaze was drawn to the news that popped up:
"Abel Prize winners for this year allegedly leaked!"
"Breaking! Professor Deng Puhe of Peking University has won the Abel Prize?"
"Insiders reveal that this year's Abel Prize winner is an Asian mathematician surnamed Deng."
Song He was stunned!
How prestigious was the Abel Prize? It could be considered the Nobel Prize in mathematics! It was