"Song He Manifold is even harder than I expected!"
"The more I study it, the harder I find it. I have a bad feeling about this."
"It's like an onion. Peel off one layer, and there's another; peel off one layer, and there's another. I'm backing out. It's best not to get involved with problems like this!"
"It's utterly despair-inducing. This is exactly the kind of problem I fear. It looks ordinary at first, but the deeper you dig, the harder it gets. Before you know it, you've invested most of your life and still have nothing to show for it!"
"Hahahaha, luckily I didn't choose Song He Manifold back then. If I had, I really would've fallen into a pit!"
Chu Long walked while typing, like an intelligence agent eavesdropping on others. He quickly recorded the mathematicians' conversations in the corridor, then sent them all to Song He.
He thought the atmosphere at the scene would frighten Song He, or at least make him feel somewhat nervous.
Unexpectedly, a moment later, Song He replied with an OK hand gesture and nothing else.
Chu Long found it baffling, but said nothing more and rushed into the dining hall to grab some food.
That afternoon, Chu Long had just reached the entrance of Lecture Hall Number Three when he froze.
He had arrived half an hour early, thinking he could get a seat near the front, but the entire lecture hall was already full!
The seats were full, the area around the podium was full, and even the corridor was packed with people sitting on little stools. The tiny lecture hall had at least three times its capacity crammed inside, while those who had arrived later waited in the corridor.
Chu Long managed to stand by the back door, suddenly