bestfiction Chapter 70 Seeing Words is Like Seeing the Person
Chapter 70 Seeing Words is Like Seeing the Person
The air in the teaching and research room was so stuffy it felt like you could wring water out of it.
Zhang Lingfeng rubbed his sore temples and looked back at his desk.
There, a thick stack of exam papers was piled up like a small mountain, and he was flipping through them one by one, utterly dejected.
What comes into view is a densely packed calculation process, so dense it seems to tear through the draft paper;
A lengthy and tedious method of summarization, like an old woman's foot binding cloth;
There were even some idiots who actually used the most foolish method to exhaustively list all possible scenarios!
Zhang Lingfeng's red pen tip struggled to move along the brain-dead thoughts of these brats.
Then he closed his eyes, sighed, and shook his head in anguish.
Stupid! Absolutely stupid!
These self-proclaimed geniuses, in their search for an answer, are practically going through endless, winding dead ends!
This disastrous deduction will only stop when luck strikes and one happens to stumble upon the right path.
They were like headless flies, constantly trying to distinguish between unnecessary assumptions and repeatedly trying to prove common-sense propositions that had long been settled in the mathematical community!
Logically, there are no fatal flaws, but every time they deviate from the core, the students' steps swell up like watered-down pork.
And the originally crystal-clear mathematical truth was diluted and became unrecognizable.
"Shuashuashua——"
The red pen, tinged with a hint of impatience, sketched rapidly.
3 points!
5 points!
2 points!
Looking at these appalling scores, Zhang Lingfeng snorted coldly.
Very well, just as he predicted, the scores of this group of so-called "prodigies" were all struggling within his preset average range.
Teacher Zhang rubbed his sore temples and looked down at the last test paper that was deliberately placed at the very bottom.
That was Su Hao's exam paper.
The surrounding air seemed to stop flowing at that moment.
Below the first question, there are no dense calculations or lengthy assumptions.
The blank space that should have been filled with half a page of writing was now occupied by only a single, solitary line of text.
Since "P↔P', the total number of paths is even."
Zhang Lingfeng's breath hitched for half a second before he abruptly looked down again.
The second question is yet another extremely difficult problem about generating functions.
The answer area was still so empty you could run a horse through it, with only one solitary equation lying there quietly:
「G(x) = frac{1}{(1-x)(1-x^2)(1-x^5)}」
Question 3, Question 4, Question 5...
As he scanned downwards, Zhang Lingfeng's breathing gradually became rapid.
All the questions, all the traps, were dealt with in a brutally outrageous way!
It's so short that it makes you wonder if he didn't finish writing it!
But upon closer examination, there are no errors at all, and the logic is seamless and impeccable!
"Clatter".
Zhang Lingfeng was stunned, and the red pen in his hand fell directly onto the table.
Is the solution process incomplete?
No.
As a seasoned mathematics educator, his professional competence was frantically warning him:
These few short lines of answer are like a black hole, forcefully swallowing and encompassing all logical deductions!
He once said emphatically from the podium:
"I value the logic and steps you take in solving problems more than cold, standard answers."
Does this answer, which doesn't even have a trace of a draft, lack any coherence?
No, it does!
However, other people's paths are like winding, narrow mountain trails;
Its trajectory is that of a laser beam that strikes directly from outer space, disregarding even the concept of taking a detour...
With an extremely domineering attitude, it pierced through the core of the question in one incisive way!
Zhang Lingfeng gasped, and his wrist trembled for the first time ever.
He picked up the red pen, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, and solemnly wrote down the score stroke by stroke.
10 points, 10 points, 10 points...
A row of bright red checkmarks stood in neat rows at the end of each question.
Total score: 100 points!
"Click." The pen slipped from between her fingers.
Zhang Lingfeng let out a long sigh of relief, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Hopefully, these proud and arrogant kids... can withstand this level of dimensional reduction attack."
Seeing the words is like seeing the person in person. Looking at this answer sheet, he could even accurately sketch the outline of the boy's soul in his mind.
Su Hao.
In the realm of mathematics, he is a tyrant who pursues ultimate efficiency, and he cannot tolerate even a grain of sand called "redundancy".
He drew his sword and plunged straight into the deserted land, his very being exuding a stubbornness that inspired despair.
Once he has decided on the path he wants to take, he will no longer bother to stop and explain anything to ordinary people.
Moreover, he is so outstanding... he's practically not a normal human being!
Looking at that bright red 100, Teacher Zhang couldn't help but feel a ridiculous sense of self-doubt welling up inside her:
Am I, a mere mortal still teaching "how to walk," really qualified to teach Su Hao, a monster who flies in the sky every day?
……
The next day, ten minutes before the school bell rang.
At the back of the classroom, in front of the bulletin board, an A4-sized grade sheet was firmly nailed to the wall with thumbtacks.
[Results of the Math Quiz]
1st place: Su Hao——100 points
2nd Place: Gu Chengyu – 47 points
3rd Place: Fu Bin – 46 points
4th Place: Wang Di – 45 points
......
The students who were arguing about a few steps just a second ago suddenly felt like they had been forcibly disconnected from the power source the moment they saw the list!
The entire classroom fell into absolute silence!
One student stared intently at the paper, subconsciously rubbing his eyes hard with the back of his hand, then his lips trembled as he silently read the number at the very top again.
"100 points?... Really? Is this a score a normal person could get?"
The student seemed to be hiding his inner breakdown, and made a dry joke.
However, not a single person in the room could laugh.
Everyone looked like they'd seen a ghost!
Gu Chengyu, who ranked second in the class, was staring intently at the grade sheet, his face expressionless, but the collapse in his eyes was almost overflowing!
47 point?
Normally, this would be an absolutely understandable, even something to be proud of, score!
Because everyone knows the significance of this test.
This is an IMO competition-level hellish difficulty level, a warning shot specifically designed to dampen their spirits!
Getting nearly half the points is enough to prove his ability.
But... what the hell is Su Hao?!
That dazzling 100 points was like a resounding slap in the face, shattering their ridiculous sense of superiority!
Gu Chengyu stiffly turned his neck to look at the row in front.
Su Hao sat upright in his seat as usual.
He didn't even bother to glance at the report card, as if it weren't his grades but an insignificant supermarket promotional flyer.
There was no surprise on that handsome face, no pride in crushing his peers, not even the slightest bit of satisfaction!
That was a true indifference towards ordinary people!