Explosive Mathematician

"Wait! I have an inspiration!" Xiang Xiaotong exclaimed.

Song He also stopped lecturing at the same time, frowning deeply as he closed his eyes.

Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 21 advanced to Grandmaster Level 22!

A violent torrent of knowledge poured into his mind. If the Knowledge Rebate he usually received from lecturing to the child prodigies at the Genius Institute was like a torrential downpour, then the Knowledge Rebate at this moment was like a high-pressure water gun blasting him straight in the face!

Who could have imagined that Xiang Xiaotong's Grandmaster rank would break through in this way? And on top of that, she had given her husband a massive burst of Knowledge Rebate! Could this be the legendary Husband-Supporting effect?

Xiang Xiaotong was exhilarated. Her speech was so fast that she could barely articulate the words as she rapidly explained her new ideas. When she got excited, she even started hammering at the keyboard, her fingers flashing in a blur!

As she typed, she kept asking excitedly, "Right?" "Isn't that so?" "What do you think?" seeking Song He's response.

After asking repeatedly for a long while without hearing an answer, she finally realized something was wrong. Turning to look at her boyfriend, she was startled. He was covered in sweat, his eyes tightly shut, slumped in his chair as though he had suddenly fallen gravely ill!

"What happened?" Xiang Xiaotong panicked. "Where does it hurt? I'll call a doctor!"

Song He raised a hand, signaling for her not to panic.

Xiang Xiaotong couldn't possibly stay calm. She reached out to touch his forehead and neck, then pulled out her phone and was about to make a call.

Song He opened his eyes to a narrow slit, grabbed the hand holding the phone, and forced out the words, "I got an inspiration."

"If you got an inspiration, why are you like this?" Xiang Xiaotong asked worriedly. "If you're not feeling well, don't force yourself, honey!"

"Stop, let me finish!" Song He rested for a long while before opening his eyes. "I won't be able to rest for the next twenty-four hours. I have to organize my thoughts with all my strength. I faintly sense the beginnings of Cultivation Deviation. Help me prepare some sugary drinks so I can replenish myself at any time."

After saying that, Song He placed both hands on the keyboard and entered the zone in a second. His gaze was icy as he hammered out the proof!

Xiang Xiaotong hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and checked the data from Song He's watch. Seeing that his heart rate was normal, she temporarily suppressed her worry and ordered two sugary drinks: rock sugar pear juice and Brown Sugar Ginger Soup.

After the delivery arrived, she placed the cups on the table and inserted the straws. Song He immediately grabbed one and drank. Afterward, he sweated even more, and his breathing became heavy and prolonged, like a high-energy humanoid computer dissipating heat.

Xiang Xiaotong quietly sat down beside him. Just as she was about to continue organizing her own inspiration, she happened to glance at Song He's computer and discovered that he had already written it out!

The method she had just thought of but hadn't had time to explain was exactly what Song He was writing at incredible speed. The two of them had actually thought of the same thing!

She was a little dazed. After silently observing her boyfriend for a moment, she felt a chill run through her. She was certain that he had entered an astonishing Flow State, and his mathematical abilities were exploding with ferocity over a short period!

I can't disturb him. I have to protect him!

Xiang Xiaotong quietly sat beside him, holding a small towel. From time to time, she gently wiped the sweat from Song He's cheeks and forehead, preventing it from flowing into his eyes and stinging them or trickling into his collar and making him itch. Her movements were gentle, careful not to interrupt his train of thought.

Song He was barely aware that someone was wiping his sweat. He had entered a state in which he had forgotten both himself and the outside world. Everything around him vanished—even the frame of the computer before his eyes disappeared. The entire world contained nothing but lines of mathematical proofs emerging across the screen!

Time flew. An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Just as the flow of Knowledge Rebate in his mind slowed somewhat, another enormous wave surged in!

Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 22 advanced to Grandmaster Level 23!

His hands could barely keep up with the inspiration gushing forth, but he had no intention of using Voice Input.

Voice Input was very accurate for most everyday content, but in the field of mathematics, it could currently only produce a string of bizarre transcription errors. Besides, simply in terms of speed, typing was faster. Speech recognition had pauses, and although those pauses were brief, they directly disrupted his rhythm of thought.

A brief stray thought crossed Song He's mind. If only the text transmission technology of a Brain-Computer Interface were mature. Then I could slouch comfortably and input dozens of characters per second with ease, instead of sitting rigidly upright like this until my fingers hurt.

The amount of knowledge pouring into his mind diminished once again. Then, immediately afterward, came a third great wave!

Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 23 advanced to Grandmaster Level 24!

Ferocious!

The Knowledge Rebate from Xiang Xiaotong's rank advancement was simply too ferocious. Split into twenty-four rounds of rebates, one arriving every hour, it directly raised him by an entire level!

At this rate of explosive growth, his Mathematics Progress in a single day might surpass that of the entire previous year!

Song He was exhilarated. He had completely entered a berserk state, as though his eyes had gone blood-red from the slaughter. His hands ached, but he paid no attention as proof steps and mathematical theories continuously flashed onto the screen!

Xiang Xiaotong sat to the side, her eyes following the proof steps on the screen, her face blank with shock.

She couldn't understand them. She actually couldn't understand them?!

She was deeply shaken. Had the mathematical gap between them unknowingly widened to this extent?

One person was responsible for writing the answer, while the other couldn't even understand the answer after reading it?

In the blink of an eye, noon arrived.

"Are you hungry, honey?" Xiang Xiaotong asked softly.

Song He ignored her and continued writing on his own, drenched in sweat!

Xiang Xiaotong didn't ask again. She simply ordered a meal according to her boyfriend's usual tastes.

Lunch arrived quickly. She went to the door to collect it, carried it back, and placed it on the table. She opened the meal boxes one by one, and the rich aroma of food rose into the air!

Song He's stomach immediately began to growl, but his attention remained fixed on the computer screen. He showed no intention of eating at all.

"Honey, eat first. You can continue after you've had your fill," Xiang Xiaotong murmured softly.

Song He showed no reaction. He was as calm as if he were wearing headphones that blocked out all external sounds, the surging flow of mathematics filling his ears.

"You can't skip meals. You'll exhaust yourself."

"How about I feed you?"

No matter what Xiang Xiaotong said, her boyfriend let it go in one ear and out the other without responding at all.

She frowned slightly, picked up a Spicy Beef Strip with her chopsticks, and cautiously brought it to Song He's mouth.

Song He showed no reaction for two seconds at first. Just as Xiang Xiaotong was about to withdraw the chopsticks in disappointment, he moved. His mouth slowly opened, and he unhurriedly took the beef strip inside and chewed.

"All right. Since you're working so hard, I'll feed you."

Xiang Xiaotong sat at the table with the meal box in her hands, using her chopsticks to feed him the meat and vegetables one bite at a time.

Song He's condition was extremely strange. His hands moved so fast that they blurred, hammering away nonstop like a machine gun, yet he ate incredibly slowly, like a sloth.

It looked as though his body had been divided at the neck: everything below the neck moved at four times speed, while everything above it moved at 0.25 times speed.

Xiang Xiaotong endured her hunger, spending nearly an hour feeding her boyfriend until he was full. Only then did she quickly finish her own meal in ten minutes before resting her chin in her hand and continuing to watch from the side.

Another afternoon passed in the blink of an eye, yet Song He was still writing!

Xiang Xiaotong was stunned. She ordered dinner and continued feeding him. "Honey, how much are you going to write?"

Song He showed no reaction, as though he were deaf. His eyes never left the screen for even half a second. Sweat soaked his body, while he slowly chewed the food in his mouth.

After feeding him dinner, Xiang Xiaotong continued waiting.

At the same time, the upgrade prompts appearing before Song He's eyes began to slow. They changed from one upgrade every hour to one every few hours.

From seven to nine in the evening, three waves of Knowledge Rebate arrived:

Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 28 advanced to Grandmaster Level 29!

Then, exactly at midnight, another upgrade came.

Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 29 advanced to Grandmaster Level 30!

Xiang Xiaotong was shaken. She looked at him as though she were looking at a god!

The document on the computer displayed page numbers. By now, Song He had written a full 410 pages!

In just one short day, an enormous book had actually been written from start to finish!

Even compiling recipes, writing four hundred pages in a day would be no easy task. Yet what Song He was writing was one of the most difficult types of books there was: a proof of a Mathematical Conjecture!

Then came one in the middle of the night, two, and three!

Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 30 advanced to Grandmaster Level 31!

Four in the morning, five, and six!

Mathematics Progress detected. Mathematics Progress detected. Grandmaster Level 31 advanced to Grandmaster Level 32!

Daylight broke. Xiang Xiaotong was exhausted from merely staying up all night waiting beside him. It was impossible to imagine how tired Song He, who had worked at high intensity the entire time, must be!

She began to grow afraid. This was undoubtedly Cultivation Deviation. She repeatedly urged her boyfriend in a low voice to rest, even gently tugging at him.

"Don't move. It's almost over." Song He finally spoke, his voice calm.

Xiang Xiaotong waited anxiously as the sky grew fully bright. Suddenly, the keyboard that had been clattering for a full twenty-four hours came to an abrupt stop!

Song He instantly collapsed from exhaustion. His body slumped into the chair as though he had been shot, and he threw his head back with a long sigh!

"Sugary drink!" he said.

Xiang Xiaotong immediately picked up a cup of rock sugar pear juice and placed the straw in his mouth. Song He tilted his head and drank as though he were inhaling oxygen.

He drained more than half the cup in one go. Exhaustion left him somewhat delirious, his eyes unfocused. It took him a long while to recover.

There was a knock at the hotel door. Xiang Xiaotong hurried over to open it. The team of doctors she had called entered, a group of people in white coats rushing over to take Song He's pulse, put on a stethoscope, and bombard him with questions about how he felt.

"I'm fine! Fine! Just overworked!" Song He waved his hand. His eyelids fought to stay open, and he mumbled indistinctly, "Help me to bed. I'm sleeping for an entire day!"

The doctors and Xiang Xiaotong supported Song He together and carried him to the bedside. His legs could still walk, but his steps were even more unsteady than those of a Space Station astronaut who had drunk two jin of strong liquor.

Xiang Xiaotong tucked him in. The next second, Song He fell into a deep sleep. Judging by his appearance, even cannon fire in the room wouldn't have woken him.

The doctors sat beside the bed and continued checking his pulse and listening with their stethoscopes.

"There's no serious problem. He's simply overworked," the elderly doctor in charge said. "Let him rest properly. We've seen many mathematicians like this who experience explosive bursts. When inspiration comes, they seem possessed and nothing can stop them. Once the inspiration leaves, they sleep and return to normal. Still, advise him to balance work and rest. This is very damaging to the body!"