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Hu Zhibin’s mindset truly is on the verge of crumbling.

Zhao Yi has been attending his advanced mathematics class and Hu Zhibin has no choice but to begrudgingly accept this. To his surprise, however, Zhao Yi has even started attending problem-solving sessions.

What use could these sessions possibly have for him?

It’s one thing for Zhao Yi to be attending these sessions, but he just sleeps through them.

Snore, snore...

Although Zhao Yi doesn’t actually make any snoring noises and his seat at the back doesn’t interfere with any other students, Hu Zhibin can’t help but add these imaginary noises in his mind.

Is there no justice in the world?

Is this acceptable?

Hu Zhibin is so frustrated, he can’t even put it into words. All he can do is quickly pack up his things after the problem-solving session, leave the classroom, and offhandedly suggest, "If you have questions, ask Zhao Yi. His skill level is much higher than mine."

After leaving the classroom, Hu Zhibin doesn’t go straight back to his office, but instead, stays downstairs in the School of Sciences. He complains to Professor Zhu, who also teaches mathematics, "You have no idea how difficult it is. Just think about it, sitting in the class is Zhao Yi, who spoke at the International Mathematicians Congress. Think about his mathematical research that was published in top journals. And just think about how he just published two papers in "Mathematical Progress" at one go..."

"The teaching pressure is really unbearable."

"You don’t understand. When I see him sleeping in class, I feel like it’s my fault for not teaching well. It’s as if my teaching is being audited by a superior officer who falls asleep while OK’ing it."

"The psychological pressure, during class I even made two mistakes..."

Professor Zhu is a jovial middle-aged man, with a bald head and a face that seems perpetually smiling, giving people a very approachable feeling, like a benevolent elderly uncle.

In the eyes of his colleagues, Professor Zhu is a very kind person, he has a great temperant, rarely loses his temper, and never gets into fights with anyone else.

That’s why Hu Zhibin complains to Professor Zhu.

Professor Zhu hurriedly tried to console him, "Actually, it’s not that big of a deal if you think about it. No matter how you look at it, Zhao Yi is still a freshman. Him attending your class is normal. Just treat him like a regular student."

"He probably thinks the sa, right? Nobody would want to be treated differently, especially when they are surrounded by their fellow classmates."

"I’ve spoken with Zhao Yi a few tis. He seems to be a very approachable person. I don’t think he would intentionally give you a hard ti. Perhaps he just wants to attend class."

"As for the sleeping issue, honestly, the basic material we teach may not hold much aning for him. So just ignore it."

Professor Zhu tried to soothe Hu Zhibin several tis, then continued, "If it were my class, I would act as if he didn’t exist. You could also see him as soone who generates enthusiasm. For example, when you pose a difficult question and no one raises their hand to answer, you can call on Zhao Yi."

"He attends class and should also answer questions, right? So if you think this way, it could possibly reduce the pressure and make your class run smoother."

"Think about it, in our other classes with only sophomore and freshman newcors, no one will answer questions voluntarily. Sotis, it’s even difficult to find soone who will give an answer, causing embarrassing silence."

"This wouldn’t happen in your class..."

Listening to Professor Zhu, Hu Zhibin kept nodding his head, finding his words quite reasonable. After so thought, he said, "How about this, Professor Zhu. Why don’t we switch? You can teach the advanced mathematics appropriate for the biological sciences majors?"

"You have more courses to teach than I do, and you even have night classes for students who are retaking classes. I don’t mind being at a disadvantage. The most that could happen is that I have to teach a few more classes."

Humility was clearly written on Hu Zhibin’s face.

If this was proposed by any other teacher, Professor Zhu would jump at the chance, but facing the advanced mathematics for biological sciences...

Professor Zhu coughed a few tis and quickly countered, "By the way, Old Hu, did you know? Qiu Chengwen is here, in the small conference room on the second floor. Professor Zhou Li is also there. You should go take a look."

Having finished his words, he quickly went back into the School of Sciences.

Hu Zhibin stood there for a long ti before exclaiming in frustration, "Old Zhu is really unreliable!"

"What does Qiu Chengwen’s presence matter? It has nothing to do with an ordinary teacher like ."

...

Qiu Chengwen ca to Yanhua University under the pretext of verifying waveform graph analysis results and sharing about mathematics. It’s the sa reason many other mathematicians have visited recently. However, everyone in the School of Sciences knows why he’s really here.

"He’s here to poach Zhao Yi!"

There’s no doubt about it.

Everyone knows that Shuimu University has established the Mathematics Science Center and is currently seeking globally renowned mathematicians and gifted researchers to join its ranks.

It’s clear to all that Qiu Chengwen’s visit is to recruit Zhao Yi. The checking of pri number solution data is just a secondary task.

This is obviously a fox visiting a henhouse!

The School of Sciences at Yanhua University is the hen, and whether they admit it or not, Qiu Chengwen’s Mathematics Science Center is indeed very appealing. It’s almost universally accepted that within a few years, the Mathematics Science Center will beco one of Shuimu University’s top mathematics institutions and one of the top mathematics institutions in China.

This ’one of’, could only be compared with the International Mathematics Research Center at Capital University.

As a hen ready to be slaughtered, the professors of the School of Sciences have no choice but to put on a facade of friendliness towards Qiu Chengwen. They know that regardless of whether it’s within China or abroad, his position in the mathematics world is unattainable for them.

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