"Would you like to join the Gottingen Sect?" He Wai'er looked at Wang Qi and spoke with complete sincerity. "What I mean is, join formally. The very official kind."
Wang Qi knew what He Wai'er meant. By the official definition, a "school" was a spontaneous civilian organization. Generally speaking, it had no strict rules. One merely had to claim to be a scholar of a certain school, and as long as most scholars of that school did not explicitly object, that was enough.
But there were also more formal arrangements.
Put plainly, a "school" was a small circle formed by scholars of similar thought, a web of connections. If a leading figure of a school brought someone into that circle, it could be called "formal."
Back when Feng Luoyi had not yet been called the Hand of the Common People, he had been brought into the Gottingen Sect by the Master of Calculation.
And that was what He Wai'er was offering Wang Qi.
Wang Qi bared his teeth in a smile, but made no sound. After a moment, he said softly, "I had thought the seniors of the Gottingen Sect did not particularly like me."
At the very end, Xiboche, the Master of Calculation, had still clung to that one-in-ten-thousand hope. He had hoped that what incompleteness revealed was flawed, or at least valid only within a certain scope; he had hoped his original plan might still have a chance. He had understood Gödel's Incompleteness Theorems, but he had not wholly accepted them.
Even Feng Luoyi had gradually grown estranged from the Gottingen Sect because he supported and promoted the Incompleteness Theorems.
Wang Qi did not think he had recently produced any theory that would make the Gottingen Sect feel they absolutely had to take him in.
"What you want