Redeem our past humiliation?
Not a chance!
Two days later, Song He was the first to finish solving the problem!
Xie Yuanxun was devastated. He grabbed Song He's solution and stared at it four or five times, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a single mistake.
Afterward, he lay gloomily on his bed and slept with his head buried under the covers. Even when dinner arrived, he didn't move at all, lying in the coffin like a corpse that had died of grief and indignation, occasionally sending out a string of resentful thoughts.
Frontier Technology University, auditorium.
The faculty meeting was underway. The auditorium was packed with teachers and professors, and the aura of academic heavyweights was so intense it seemed to overflow.
The principal stood onstage, speaking at length:
"We must fully advance the high-quality development of all our educational and administrative endeavors, better serving education, technological advancement, and talent development..."
"We must implement the fundamental task of fostering virtue through education and comprehensively improve the quality of independent talent cultivation..."
In the front row, the disheveled old man was suffering another craving for cigarettes. The cigarette pack in his hand was nearly crushed flat.
Beside him, the fair-skinned beauty continued scribbling in her notebook. A machine dog carrying a machine gun soon appeared on the page, rendered vividly and lifelike.
You Deyi's hand trembled, and he finally crushed the cigarette pack flat. He felt that forcing himself to endure it wasn't going to work, so he turned his head slightly and struck up a conversation to distract himself.
"Song He sent me a message a couple of days ago," You Deyi said.
"Oh?" Xiang Xiaotong stopped writing and also turned her head slightly. "What did he say?"
"A Russian female mathematician wrote to