Kobeinuer Aerospace Center.
Technical Cadres' Dormitory.
A disheveled young woman sprawled naked on the floor, her buttocks sticking up like an anteater licking ants while lying flat on the ground. She looked exactly like a mental patient.
White sheets of scratch paper covered the floor. The mentally ill-looking girl was furiously writing, occasionally letting out an irritated sigh before crumpling the sheets into balls and viciously throwing them under the bed.
The space beneath the bed was piled high with crumpled paper—at least several thousand sheets—like mountains of artillery shells left behind after a massive bombardment, a testament to the ferocity of the battle.
Katerina let out a pained groan.
She was working on the problems from the Fields Medal Sprint Class.
That wasn't entirely accurate. In reality, she was trying to understand Song He's answers.
Back then, after Song He graduated from the Fields Medal Sprint Class, he had sent her the worked solutions to a large batch of problems, allowing her to preview all the examinations for the entire semester.
Katerina had originally thought that with the help of the top student's answers, she would be able to comprehend everything rapidly and become the second outstanding student to graduate early from the Fields Medal Sprint Class.
But three months had passed, and the facts had proven that a poor student remained a poor student. Even with a top student's answers, she still couldn't understand them. She couldn't comprehend more than half the problems at all, yet she was too embarrassed to message Song He again with her questions. Every day was a painful struggle!
Of course, her mathematical ability was steadily improving amid that painful struggle. But the more she improved, the more anxious she became. Every time she learned something new, the little devil in her heart