Senior Sister Mi's Physical Body?

"Sir, ever since you told me of the mysteries of 'numbers' recently, I have been unable to tear myself away, pondering them **** day and night. Unfortunately, my aptitude in the path of mathematics is dull and clumsy. Even now, I have yet to sense the glimmer of wisdom you once spoke of."

Faced with Wang Qi's guidance, Gou Dabao felt deeply ashamed.

Whether he gazed at mountains and waters or lay watching drifting clouds, he could sense a certain "throb." This throb born of heaven, earth, and nature urged him to deepen his understanding of the ancient methods. To him, the "Heavenly Dao" was like a cheap prostitute—pay the money, and you could have her.

To resist the ancient methods, he had even rejected every beautiful thing in the world, taking pleasure in "eating shit" all day long.

But some days ago, Wang Qi had opened a door to a new realm for him. He had seen the principles of heaven and earth hidden within equations, the glimmers of wisdom accumulated step by step by those before them. He had been deeply moved, and so he spared no effort in contemplating such things.

To Gou Dabao, Wang Qi was the benefactor who had brought him the "emotion" and "beauty" of modern methods, and even more so, his mentor on the path of modern methods. He held Wang Qi in great respect.

When he heard Wang Qi's rebuke, he felt both ashamed and terrified.

Wang Qi merely sighed faintly.

Mathematics, though among the sciences it was the most detached from objective matter, was not something that could be mastered through "enlightenment"—or, more bluntly, "empty fantasy"—alone.

Even a Mathematician like Master of Calculation Pang Jialai, who was practically born knowing everything, had to begin with things at the level of Daily