Mathematics Department, Dean's Office.
Wang Taichu's chubby hands lazily tapped at the keyboard as he assigned homework to the graduate students.
"Why aren't you working on the new problem?" Dean Cai asked as he passed by, casting a glance inside.
"I'm tired." Wang Taichu said, "Finding new conjectures is too mentally taxing. I'm getting old, and I've only just recovered from a serious illness. I'm not suited for overexertion. As for those youngsters' conjectures from Jinling Institute of Technology, do they even have any research value?"
"If you don't take the field, the students won't be able to hold out!" Dean Cai said sternly. "It took a lot of effort for our Mathematics Department to go head-to-head with Jinling Institute of Technology. Don't we have to find a way to win? If we win this time, maybe the higher-ups will decide we're stronger than Jinling Institute of Technology and increase their support for us in the future."
"Don't worry. Even if I don't take the field, the students can still win." Wang Taichu remained calm and composed.
"With what? Today's score is 19:22! We fell behind as soon as the match started!" Dean Cai sighed.
"Song He, of course." Wang Taichu said lightly, "Go persuade Song He to work a little more overtime. Our department's odds of winning depend on him."
"Song He has already done his best. Of today's nineteen points, he scored ten of them. But two fists can't beat four hands! Jinling Institute of Technology has outstanding students too, and they have more of them!" Dean Cai was helpless.
"Perhaps he still hasn't shown his full strength?" Wang Taichu did not even look up, wearing an expression of blind trust in his student.
"I know you value him, but you can't turn him into some kind of