Late at night, a dormitory at Jinling Institute of Technology.
A huge crowd of male students had gathered inside. Their glasses grew thicker from one face to the next. Every one of them sat upright on a small stool, with paper, pens, and textbooks spread across their laps.
There were so many people that they spilled out of the room, forming a long line seated along the corridor!
At the dormitory entrance, the short Kong Gaojie sat guard like a door god, his expression more solemn than ever!
He was busy writing notes. Every time he finished one, a hand beside him immediately snatched it away. A few male students in the corner would then get to work, frantically flipping through books and calculating while referring to the note!
The rustling of writing and turning pages continued without pause, like a huge swarm of small animals scrambling through a pile of dry leaves. It was extraordinarily lively!
In the corridor, a trendy guy from the Art Institute happened to pass by and was startled by the scene.
"Bro, what are you guys doing?" the trendy guy asked curiously as he poked his head in and peered at the scratch paper covered in dazzling formulas. He could not help exclaiming, "Are you making an atomic bomb?"
The math students laughed for a while before someone answered, "The Mathematical Conjecture Battle! We lost during the day, so we're fighting through the night!"
"You lost?" The trendy guy grew even more curious. "Who are you up against?"
"A master from Jinghai University," someone replied.
"One master?" The trendy guy was astonished. "You got all these people mobilized just to fight one person?"
The smiles vanished from the math students' faces. They suddenly felt as if they had lost all dignity, and several of