Yu Yongjun: "In the process of a strong person climbing to the peak, background players are also needed. Unfortunately, both of you are background players."
Yu Wei: "Get lost! Aren’t you a background player too?"
Yu Yongjun: "Of course not, I’m the little brother and follower of the big boss, my loyalty can be testified by the sun and moon, if the boss isn’t defeated I won’t perish! By the way, I’ve screenshotted all your insults to the boss, if you don’t want to send your backtalk to him, I suggest you send fifty on V."
Just two seconds after this ssage was sent, Yu Yongjun saw a ssage: You have been removed from the group chat.
Heh...
That Old Gong guy is truly despicably sinister!
...
This is how it went down. After Qiao Yu had dinner with the two big shots, news of Huaxia’s two mathematical giants reconciling spread across the internet, mixed with hot searches related to Qiao Yu, even overshadowing so celebrity gossip about cheating during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival.
Obviously, the two big shots couldn’t have reconciled out of nowhere; there must be a story behind it.
However, as Qiao Yu’s recent experiences were dug up again and analyzed by popular science bloggers, many concluded that the answer was evident.
Elder Yuan personally announced on stage that Qiao Yu was selected as a joint training subject by Yanbei and Huaqing’s two mathematical research centers, wasn’t that the common point?
The effect was obvious. Without doing anything, Qiao Yu’s verified Weibo account saw a sharp rise in followers. Before, it had just over 30,000 followers, but after this topic hit hot searches, his Weibo followers have already surged towards 150,000...
A topic that boosted fivefold.
This made Xu Shu, who had been following Qiao Yu’s Weibo, feel a bit gloomy.
The reason? Qiao Yu seed to have forgotten about Weibo again during this period, neither logging in nor posting a new tweet. His last tweet was on the day he won first place in the CMO. Since that day, according to the backend records, Qiao Yu hasn’t logged in.
With such high popularity, if Qiao Yu ca online to post a tweet, wouldn’t the speed of his follower growth be further ignited?
Moreover, Qiao Yu’s traffic is of very high quality, almost no chance of backfiring, nor could it cause any major negative public opinion.
But now Xu Shu really didn’t have the courage to bombard Qiao Yu with ssages like last ti.
After all, last ti, even though Qiao Yu won first place in the CMO, he was just a high school student.
But now Qiao Yu is different.
The closed-door disciple of an academician, a joint training subject by two major Huaxia factions, a math genius highly anticipated by Huaxia’s mathematical community...
In an instant, Xu Shu felt he could only look up at him...
So after hesitating for a long ti, he cautiously sent a ssage on WeChat...
He didn’t even dare to start with "Are you there?".
Instead, he directly offered the suggestion in a passage.
"Qiao Yu, congratulations on your recent achievents. If you have the ti, perhaps you could log into Weibo; the follower count is increasing rapidly today. If you can spare so ti to casually post a tweet recording your life, I believe the effect would be even better. After all, it’s an internet communication platform, right?"
But after the ssage was sent, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
However, Xu Shu didn’t mind.
The ssage could still be sent, which ans that this future star of the mathematics world hasn’t deleted his WeChat contact, Xu Shu already felt that this was giving him respect.
...
In Star City, Changjun Middle School, during dinner ti, Xia Keke and her good friend walked out of the classroom planning to go out for food. Just as they exited the teaching building, they happened to run into the math teacher returning from outside.
They proactively greeted: "Hello, Mr. Yang."
"Hmm, hey, wait a minute, Xia Keke, I rember you attended Xingtie First Middle School for junior high, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Yang, what’s up?"
"Do you know Qiao Yu? He’s also from Railway First Middle School."
"Know him, of course. Qiao Yu lives downstairs from , he’s my brother, he went to Yanbei University. Oh, last ti that quiz paper was sent to by Qiao Yu brother."
Hearing the math teacher ask about Qiao Yu, Xia Keke imdiately replied proudly.
"Well, your brother is sothing else now. He’s now a joint training subject of both Yanbei International Mathematics Research Center and Huaqing Yuan Zhengxin Mathematics Research Center, able to tackle world-class math problems at the age of sixteen. When you get to college, make sure to communicate with him more."
Mr. Yang lanted.
"Really? Qiao Yu is that amazing now?" This news made Xia Keke and her little friend beside her widen their eyes.
After all, world-class math problems sound intimidating to high school students, let alone hearing it directly from a teacher.
A math teacher who can stand firm in the science experintal class at an elite school like Changjun Middle School naturally has unquestionable teaching abilities. At least it is enough to make those top students in the class completely convinced.
"He’s definitely better than you imagine. You should reach out more during the weekends. Find out about the math sumr camp at Yanbei University or Huaqing University." Mr. Yang subtly suggested.
He saw in the school group chat that many sources have already confird that Qiao Yu’s paper would definitely be published in Ann.Math next month, and even a junior studying for a Ph.D. had already downloaded Qiao Yu’s paper from the pre-publish website and gave it high reviews.
Although he’s just a high school teacher now, those who have pursued a Ph.D. naturally know what it ans to have a paper published in Ann.Math.
For undergraduates, it’s akin to graduating imdiately, giving them an associate professor title wouldn’t be too much.
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