All afternoon, Song He burned through brain cells like mad, slaughtering math problems.
System notifications flashed before his eyes from time to time:
Mathematics Progress detected. Silver Level 30 has advanced to Silver Level 31!
Mathematics Progress detected. Silver Level 31 has advanced to Silver Level 32!
But soon, he had killed off every problem he could solve, leaving only the intermediate-difficulty topology problems, with no way to begin.
He stared at the problems, racking his brains.
He gripped his pen, yet was unable to solve anything. All he could do was draw strange shapes on the scratch paper, one after another, gradually forming eerie artwork.
Zhao Yiyi leaned her little head over. "Huh? You have artistic talent too?"
"Now that's an eye for art! Even Picasso would be so ashamed and furious after seeing my painting that he'd jump into a lake!" Song He pushed the scratch paper toward her. "Since you appreciate fine art, I'll give it to you!"
Zhao Yiyi looked disgusted. "I don't accept trash! I was mocking how ugly your drawing is. You didn't understand?"
"How ungrateful! Once I become an Academic Giant, this ugly painting will be worth an astronomical sum!" Song He angrily raised his eyebrows. "If you sent it to Sotheby's Auction House and said it was an authentic Song He, the old connoisseurs of the auction world wouldn't be able to sleep all night!"
Zhao Yiyi's little mouth puckered enough to hold a pencil. "If bragging were punishable by law, Song He, your entire clan would have been executed already!"
She waved her hand and pushed the "authentic Song He" back.
"Fine, then. You just missed out on a hundred million!" Song He snorted.
"I never said I didn't want it!" Zhao Yiyi glared at him.
"Huh?" Song He was stunned.