To the world, November 25 was nothing more than an ordinary day.
Yet for the world of mathematics, from this day onward, the date seemed to take on an extraordinary significance.
Jinling University's cafeteria was packed with people.
It was the peak lunch rush just after classes ended, and the flood of students had completely blocked the path in front of the serving windows.
As one of the troops fighting for food, Duan Siqi had just finished his real analysis class. After considerable effort, he finally fought his way out of the crowd with his tray and sat down beside his three roommates.
Dorm Room 201 was unusually complete today. Even Ji Mo, who usually appeared and vanished without a trace, was sitting here, making Duan Siqi feel as though the sun had risen in the west.
But judging by the deep concentration on Ji-ge's face, which did not ease even while he ate, he would probably only have this meal with them. Once lunch was over, he would likely vanish again for the rest of the afternoon.
Picking at the rice in his bowl, Yang Shuang exchanged a glance with Wu Di beside him before turning to ask.
"Ji-ge, how's your project going?"
"It's hard. Too hard." Ji Mo sighed softly and shook his head. "It would've been fine if Lu Zhou were here. At least he could help us plan what to do next."
"Lu Zhou isn't here? Did he go on a business trip?"
Ji Mo shook his head.
"Not exactly. He's just gone into seclusion."
Professor Chen Yang was currently in charge of them, but Professor Chen did not seem to like talking much and rarely communicated with them.
As for Perelman, he had practically taken the word "reclusive" to its extreme. Unless someone actively asked