Mathematical Talent Begins to Shine

Five minutes later, news had spread throughout St. Petersburg Aristocratic University and all fourteen aristocratic schools in the city: seven basketball club members had taken on the transfer student Ye Huo, and all seven had been wiped out.

Ye Huo became famous in a single battle, instantly becoming the talk of St. Petersburg University.

She was the queen among queens, someone no one dared provoke!

After winning the fight, Ye Huo took Gu Wanyang and Lu Zichen to the cafeteria for some delicious food.

The three of them ordered enough food to fill the table.

Gu Wanyang snapped out of her post-breakup stupor.

For the first time, she abandoned her usual reserve, rolled up her sleeves, grabbed a chicken leg, and dug in with great, hearty bites.

Lu Zichen sat beside Ye Huo, gazing at her in admiration. One moment he bought his boss milk, the next he massaged her shoulders and pounded her back.

"Boss, you're such a good fighter. Who taught you? Could you recommend your master to me?"

Lu Zichen asked with a grin as he massaged his boss's shoulders.

Ye Huo gave him a cool look. "Are you sure? My master was the Grim Reaper!"

She wasn't wrong.

The crushing pressure and despair of walking the edge of death had made her grow rapidly.

She had undertaken more than ten thousand assassination missions and fought on battlefields fraught with danger. Every time, her life had hung by a thread.

After living like that for more than a decade, if you hadn't been tormented to death, you could develop skills like Ye Huo's too.

"The Grim Reaper...?"

Lu Zichen jolted and shuddered all over.

"That's right. When I was abroad, I once took down a drug lord single-handedly and wiped out over a hundred gangsters!"

Ye Huo took a bite of her chicken leg, one corner of her lips curling upward as she spoke coldly.

The chicken leg fell from Gu Wanyang's hand.

Lu Zichen's mouth fell open in an O.

Heavens, just what had their boss been through?!

"Boss, you mean... you used to be an assassin?"

Gu Wanyang blinked her sparkling eyes and asked, her face full of curiosity.

A pampered little white flower like her, who had never even left the Capital since childhood, had never seen a living assassin in real life!

It was so exciting!

She couldn't resist reaching out to touch her boss's cheek. It was fair and soft, and aside from being prettier than an ordinary person's, it didn't feel any different!

Ye Huo had been through too many bloody storms and too much killing.

She lowered her eyes and answered calmly, "Compared to being an assassin, I prefer school life now!"

Here, she had family and friends, and her whole family doted on her like a treasure.

That was why she preferred Country Z.

She would use her strength to protect the peace in the Capital.

She would build a business empire of her own from here.

"Boss, we like you better too! No matter who you are, you'll always be our best friend!"

Gu Wanyang and Lu Zichen spoke with admiration written all over their faces.

They were deeply won over by the imperious aura of their boss, Ye Huo.

The three of them linked pinkies and swore their promise wouldn't change for a hundred years: they would be good friends for life.

Though Ye Huo considered such a childish game beneath her, she still held out her little finger and linked it with theirs, maintaining her aloof demeanor.

That afternoon, while the other students paid attention in class, Ye Huo slept in the classroom. The math teacher singled her out and summoned her to the office.

Wearing a loose white school uniform, she strode on her long, slender legs to the office door and knocked. "Teacher, what did you want me for?"

The math teacher, Jiang Ning, was a twenty-seven-year-old teacher with a doctorate from a prestigious university and a fervent passion for mathematics.

Wearing thick glasses, he looked up from his piles of test papers and books toward the door.

The girl stood there with long, straight black hair falling around her. Her features were delicate, her face fair, and her gaze cold, betraying a maturity unusual for her age.

The faint, unrestrained curve of her lips made her seem like a big shot standing at the lonely summit, gazing down upon all living beings as though they were ants.

So beautiful!

So cold!

And so powerful!

He had never encountered a student who looked like a delicate girl on the outside yet had a domineering queen living deep inside her.

When he saw Ye Huo, he gave her a friendly smile and greeted her. "Ye Huo, come in! I bought some snacks you like!"

As he spoke, he pulled a heap of things from his drawer: Wahaha, mango yogurt, bubble tea, chocolate, dried lemon, chicken feet, duck necks, spicy chicken wings, and a large bag of thoroughly washed fruit, including strawberries, bananas, and apples.

This time, it was Ye Huo's turn to be dumbfounded.

So the math teacher had called her to his office not to scold her for sleeping in class, but to feed her?

The clear sound of students reading aloud drifted over in waves from the teaching building. In any case, she had nothing else to do.

She strode over to the math teacher's desk, sat down, crossed her long legs, and began eating the snacks.

The math teacher watched her with admiration, poured her a cup of tea, and prepared a plate of melon seeds for her to crack at her leisure.

The other teachers in the office stared at the scene, dumbfounded.

Wasn't he spoiling his student a little too much?

Sitting in the air-conditioned office, eating snacks, drinking tea, and cracking melon seeds without having to attend class-she had to be the first student to receive such treatment in the hundreds of years since St. Peter Aristocratic Academy was founded in the Capital, right?

Ye Huo was a big shot who had fought through the flames of battle and returned like a phoenix from the ashes.

She didn't care about the teachers' gazes in the slightest and sat there calmly scrolling through her phone and eating snacks.

The math teacher, Jiang Ning, stood beside her, diligently peeling fruit for her with a knife.

Ye Huo leaned back in the office chair, scrolling through her phone. She took the large apple her teacher handed her, took a big bite, and asked, "Teacher Jiang, as the saying goes, eating someone's food makes your words short, taking their gifts makes your hands soft. What exactly did you call me here for?"

"Haha, you really are the Ye Family's little ancestor, as clever as ice and snow!"

The math teacher smiled.

When asking someone for a favor, he had to act like it.

He took a deep breath, pulled out a thick stack of printed mathematical papers, and handed them to Ye Huo. "Well, Ye Huo, there's something I'd like to ask you to do!"

"What is it?"

Ye Huo took the thick stack of papers and glanced at the densely packed mathematical formulas and simulated calculation results covering them.

Her expression began to turn serious.

"Miss Ye, I've been working on a proof for a difficult math problem recently, but I've run into trouble with the calculations and haven't been able to get the right result.

Could you take it home and have your father look at it for me, to see exactly where the problem lies?"

The math teacher was a hardcore mathematics fanatic. To study a problem in one field of mathematics, he had worked through the night for a full six months, yet still hadn't overcome this hurdle.

The experimental data and calculation results just wouldn't match-

He was nearly frantic.

He had heard that Ye Huo's father, Ye Chuan, had once won seven consecutive International Olympiads and earned a perfect score in one fell swoop. To date, there had been only three perfect scores in the world.

Ye Huo's father, Ye Chuan, was one of those legends.

He was a leading figure in mathematics and nuclear physics in the country and held the position of chief professor at a research institute. His name was famous throughout academic circles.

But he kept a low profile and was extremely devoted to his family. Apart from his wife and children, he had eyes for no one else.

Ordinary people could hardly even get a chance to meet him!

The last time Tang Jiao bullied Ye Huo, the Ye Family's big shots had all turned out to protect their own. That was when the math teacher, Jiang Ning, got his chance too.

Only after they came to the school did the math teacher recognize, to his immense surprise, that her father was none other than Ye Chuan, one of the country's top professors!!!

"There's no need to ask my dad. I can solve a problem at this level myself."

Ye Huo looked at the problems, took out paper and a pen, and began calculating.

The other teachers went about drinking water or grading homework.

As they busied themselves with their own work, they thought to themselves, This little girl sure talks big. How could she possibly solve a problem that Jiang Ning, a proper math teacher, couldn't solve?

Whether intentionally or not, they waited for the girl to be proven wrong.

The office was quiet, save for the scratch of the girl's pen as she worked out the calculations on paper.

"I've solved it."

Thirty minutes later, Ye Huo said those words coldly.

Her cool voice rang through the office like a thunderclap out of a clear sky.

"What?!"

"She solved it?"

"You've got to be kidding. She's only a freshman!"

The teachers of the various subjects were all startled. Curious, they left their seats and came over to examine Ye Huo's calculations for the proof.

Then surprise spread across their faces.

"She... she really seems to have solved it!"

"How is that possible?! The calculus and Archimedes' Law in there are university-level material. She hasn't even studied them!"

Hearing the doubts around her, Ye Huo smiled disdainfully.

She had inherited her father's gift for mathematical calculation in full.

While abroad working as a mercenary, she had also used her spare time to sneak into the library at Einstein's alma mater, ETH Zurich, where she read reference materials to further her studies.

All the textbooks were entirely in English.

What was this math problem before her? She had solved it in less than half an hour.

She picked up a red pen from the desk and circled the errors in the original work. "Teacher, there are problems with the data substituted in these three places. Try using the Navier-Stokes Equations to solve it. If you follow my steps above, you'll be able to check the result in no time!"

"All right, I'll give it a try."

Teacher Jiang worked through it using the formulas Ye Huo had given him, and sure enough, he arrived at the correct result.

The correct answer was 0.758651345.

Incredible!

She was truly incredible!

The math teacher's intellect had been utterly crushed by Ye Huo's.

Sometimes, a genius was simply a genius.

That was how legendary the Creator was.

Some people were born to be protagonists!

Others were born just to make up the numbers in this world!

The girl before him happened to belong to the first category.