Chapter 38: The Boiling Cauldron of Calculus

You old bastard!

You're terrible!

Song Mo cursed inwardly.

He knew the Calculus teacher wasn't any good!

He'd interrupted his class—how could the man possibly let him off so easily?

Fortunately, he'd already leveled up Learning Mastery.

He'd already gone through the entire Calculus textbook once.

To him, the knowledge in the textbook held no difficulty.

The Calculus teacher picked up a piece of chalk and swiftly wrote a problem on the blackboard.

He clapped his hands and said cheerfully: "This problem is simple—you can solve it with what you've learned."

Song Mo glanced at it…

"…"

He fell silent for a moment.

Song Mo, his forehead lined with black lines, asked:

"Teacher, are you sure this is related to Calculus?"

"Are you sure this is a simple problem?"

"This semester's textbook doesn't cover any knowledge point related to this!"

The Calculus teacher retorted:

"Nonsense—use Calculus… Hey, you little brat, are you trying to trap me?"

The Calculus teacher's face was filled with regret at being tricked.

Song Mo laughed heartily.

"All's fair in war, Teacher."

He walked up to the podium, stared at the problem on the blackboard, and recalled every detail of Calculus knowledge, leaving no tiny fragment unexamined.

The Calculus teacher's face showed regret, but inside he sneered.

Hmph…

Youngsters are still too green.

This problem can indeed be solved using Calculus—but I spent a whole week trying and failed every time.

Go ahead and solve it!

Solve it all you want—don't make a sound!

Song Mo frowned and stood before the problem for a full five minutes.

He hadn't written a single character.

The Calculus teacher smiled contentedly—yes, it was necessary to humble these young whippersnappers.

Youthful pride easily leads to arrogance; if unchecked, it will hinder their future.

Only by shedding pride and impatience, and cultivating inner depth, can one endure long-term.

The Calculus teacher opened his thermos and sipped contentedly the perfectly heated water inside.

He drawled slowly: "Five more minutes—if you still can't pick up a pen, get down."

Song Mo said nothing.

He furrowed his brow, lost in deep thought.

The whole class thought Song Mo was just saving face!

He was stubbornly holding on!

But no one mocked Song Mo.

Because…

No one in the class could solve this problem!

Only An Yinuo stared blankly at Song Mo, her mind swirling from the chaotic Calculus knowledge flooding his thoughts.

【Hmph, stinky Song Mo, you're pretty good.】

【Could he actually solve it?】

And Xia Rou.

She trusted Song Mo.

After all, Song Mo had already surprised her too many times.

She also knew his character—if he couldn't solve it, he wouldn't waste time up there; he'd just step down right away.

Indeed, three more minutes passed.

After deep deliberation, Song Mo suddenly began writing—his pen flowed like water, completing the answer with the same legendary grace as if playing piano at the Paris Grand Theater.

His fingers flicked lightly; the chalk traced a perfect parabola and landed neatly in the chalk box.

Song Mo stepped down confidently.

The Calculus teacher walked to the blackboard, adjusted his reading glasses, and studied the solution carefully.

The more he looked, the more bewildered he became; finally, he stared at Song Mo with an unreadable expression.

That little glance…

Stunned…

"Song Mo."

The Calculus teacher called his name solemnly.

Song Mo said, "Here!"

"I have a very practical suggestion."

"Hmm?"

"How about you give up the arts and switch to science? Who knows, you kid might be a talent in the math world in the future."

Mathematics is the subject that tests IQ the most.

It is also recognized as the most difficult subject.

At the same time, it is also the cradle of the world's great scientists.

Aerospace, missiles, nuclear bombs — all of these have an immense relationship with mathematics.

Song Mo was, of course, going to study mathematics.

Taking this opportunity, he immediately declared his stance.

"Reporting, Teacher Song — I will definitely study math well! From now on, less Piano practice, more math reading!"

The Calculus teacher nodded approvingly.

"The child is teachable."

The classmates were truly green with envy!

Just what kind of heaven's chosen son is Song Mo?!

Fine that he plays Piano well, but he plays it absurdly well!

What kind of concept is a world-class Master?

Only 19 years old — is he going to ascend to the heavens?

We had already accepted, sour and helpless, the fact that your Piano is badass — let's just say you're a one-in-ten-thousand Piano genius, fine!

Heaven gave you a meal ticket, fine!

But why is your academic performance also this good?

Some classmates had already caught on.

They asked, "Teacher, isn't this problem already beyond the syllabus? I can't understand at all how this Calculus was solved."

"This is a very difficult Calculus problem, right? Tell us, what level of problem is this exactly?"

The Calculus teacher sighed.

"It's not really a difficult problem. This problem can be solved with Calculus — it's all knowledge points you've learned, just slightly tricky to solve."

"How tricky?" a girl couldn't help but ask.

"I spent a week on it and didn't solve it."

One offhand remark from the Calculus teacher made the entire class gasp and suck in a cold breath!

Even the Calculus teacher couldn't solve it!

And Song Mo solved it in less than ten minutes?

Doesn't that mean Song Mo is even stronger than the Calculus teacher?!

The inner thoughts of the entire class:

Bro, Song Mo, you're my real bro!

You're seriously damn awesome!

I'm done! Sour to death!

The air seemed to be filled with the sour, astringent scent of lemon water.

Song Mo, on the other hand, was very calm.

"There's a clever spot in this problem. If you use the conventional approach, it's easy to fall into a calculation trap and waste a huge amount of effort."

After class, Song Mo was called to the office by the Calculus teacher.

Xia Rou picked up Song Mo's Calculus book and flipped through it, discovering that Song Mo had taken no notes in it at all!

But every problem had been written out!

And all of them had extremely brief processes — or even no process at all — just an answer written directly on top!

Xia Rou felt her ear itch a little, raised her head, and found An Yinuo standing right beside her, her hair brushing against her.

The young lady of the An Family was staring at Song Mo's textbook in her hands.

Xia Rou's expression turned strange.

She really had a feeling — this young lady of the Modu An Family, An Yinuo, who had previously had a clash with Song Mo, was very strange.

She seemed very interested in Song Mo.

Very much looking forward to making contact with Song Mo.

Wanting to know everything about Song Mo.

But then again, it didn't quite seem like she liked Song Mo.

An Yinuo explained, "I'm just casually looking."

At the end, she added:

"Didn't expect Song Mo to be pretty impressive, huh."

Xia Rou: "……"

Miss, what are you even saying?

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fortunately, at this moment—

Song Mo, holding a test paper in his hand, returned from the Calculus teacher's office and went back to his seat.

An Yinuo also returned to her own seat.

Xia Rou looked curiously at the scroll in Song Mo's hand.

"This is the test the Calculus teacher gave me."

Song Mo explained.

Just now, he had taken the Calculus teacher as his master, preparing to swim freely in the boiling oil of mathematics under the guidance of this "old hand"!

(End of Chapter)