Study Monster Cultivation System-Chapter 333 - 332 Burst, reality! Shatter, spirit! Disappear, this world!

Unlike other competitions, the Mathematical Olympiad’s final exam consists of two parts, each lasting four and a half hours, completed over two days.

Although it seems like there’s plenty of time, this year’s final exam only had a total of six problems, with a full score of 126 points.

In other competitions, one’s knowledge base and experimental experience are tested to some extent, providing the opportunity to prepare years in advance and compensate for the lack of talent with an exponential amount of effort.

But this approach is definitely not feasible in the Mathematical Olympiad.

The Mathematical Olympiad never deals with complex tools; the knowledge everyone relies on is equally limited and equally classic.

If it’s the preliminary, middle, or semifinal rounds, perhaps squeezing out some points by furiously practicing Olympiad problems is possible.

But the final round’s problems are never going to overlap with past questions.

Moreover, the difficulty of the final round’s problems is not even on the same level as those of the past.

Looking back over the decades, countless proud youths have met their downfall here.

You might be one in a hundred smart, the only prodigy in your village.

But that’s useless.

You might be one in a thousand smart, recognized as a genius by your entire neighborhood.

But that’s useless.

You might be one in ten thousand smart, never having encountered a match in your limited life.

But that’s useless.

You might be one in a hundred thousand smart, the champion of your city.

But that’s useless.

You might be one in a million smart, the elite of your province.

That’s a little bit useful.

You might be one in ten million smart, undefeated throughout your life.

Then come, ascend to the holy mountain of the Mathematical Olympiad.

Compete for the one and only God-ship with those few dozen others who are also chosen ones among ten million.

"Sigh…"

Li Zheng sat in the final exam classroom, gazing at the chosen ones with academic power values ranging from 200 to 400, and heaved a silent sigh.

Those very smart ones who were still a step away from being a chosen one would be abandoned by their dreams.

They love mathematics, but mathematics doesn’t need them.

The world can only support a very few of the few mathematicians.

At that moment, Li Zheng couldn’t help thinking of Zhu Hongbo.

In some year and month, he was probably one of those confident individuals.

Until he faced those creatures known as geniuses.

No choice, let the creatures like Gu Jianfeng deal with mathematics.

As he was thinking, a slapping noise came from beside him.

Lin Xiangye was fiercely slapping her own cheeks, and then she spread her five fingers in front of her forehead.

Her eyes were full of defiance.

Her words were resolute:

"Explode, reality!"

"Shatter, spirit!"

"Disappear, this world!

"I am the best at math!!"

"Final exam problems, you suck!"

Li Zheng, was stunned.

[Lin Xiangye]

[Academic Power Value: 200→199↓]

The spirit...is truly shattering!

Is this complete despair, resorting to the triumph of the will?

Yet Lin Xiangye suddenly turned her head and shouted fiercely, "Don’t bother me, you scum."

"Calm down…" Li Zheng said sympathetically, "Doing this is not good for your brain…"

"Cough-sss—" Lin Xiangye rubbed her forehead and glared at the invigilator who had just entered the classroom, "Don’t randomly give advice to a 15-and-a-half-year-old genius girl."

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"Right, you’re only in sophomore year." Li Zheng gently advised, "There’s still next year, you can still try again."

Lin Xiangye glared: "The dictionary of a genius girl does not contain a next year; the quotes of Empress Ye do not have another time. Where Lin Xiangye is, that’s where the champion trophy will be!"

[Academic Power Value: 199→197↓↓]

Don’t do it, little sister!

Don’t burn your inner strength and ruin your foundation in a fit of passion!

The thing is… even if you’re passionate, it’s useless; it seems only to weaken you in the end.

Li Zheng didn’t dare to provoke her further, just closed his mouth, sat down properly, and feared that she would do something irrational again.

"Hmph, are you scared now?" Lin Xiangye covered her eyes and snorted with laughter, "Today, I will slay gods to prove my path and trample all you falsely named false gods underfoot!"

Li Zheng dared not speak, dare not move, and even less dare to look.

It was already difficult enough not to get infected.

This was not the time to be influenced by such insanity.

Steady, steady, not aiming for the championship, just for the Five Subjects Scholar.

"What’s wrong, not talking anymore?" Lin Xiangye asked lightly with a laugh, "Of the five major competitions, you’ve taken four. Are you not here for my championship?"

"A gold medal would have been enough..."

"Scrap." Lin Xiangye scornfully said, "Just thinking of holding onto a gold medal, in the end, you won’t have anything."

"..."

"To defy the heavens is to live or die." Lin Xiangye raised his hand and pointed to his own eyes, then jabbed towards Li Zheng, "With such a realization, you... are already dead."

Li Zheng’s eyes bulged.

He was infected!

Lin Xiangye’s words were not without reason.

During this period, my mind was only focused on completing the Five Subjects Scholar, thinking that getting a gold medal meant I had passed the test...

Since when did I, Li Zheng, ever accept being inferior, to fall to such a state?

It was the cumbersome reality that had worn away my unruly edges.

It was the filthy lure of benefits that had swept away my youthful arrogance.

It shouldn’t be like this.

I, Li Zheng, am where the champion is.

Without the crowning of the mathematical crown.

What good is my Five Subjects Scholar then?

"!" Li Zheng suddenly raised his hand, his resolve set.

"Explode, reality!"

"Shatter, spirit!"

"Disappear, this world!

"When the Sun rises again."

"I... will be crowned king!"

This time, everyone in the classroom was stunned.

"Hey, don’t be so loud," Lin Xiangye said, his face red with effort as he vigorously waved his hand, "Just pump yourself up quietly... "

"It needs to be heard by others." Li Zheng said as he energetically utilized his fingers, "I’ve been indulging Gu Jianfeng for too long; it’s time to show him reality."

"Forget it, since it’s come to this..." Lin Xiangye sighed, covered his right eye again, and continued to batter his spirit, "Hmph, it’s gotten interesting now."

"Feeling energized."

The two of them were doing just fine in their mutual destruction, but suddenly, a cold laugh came from behind.

"Du Zicheng really wasn’t wrong..." The voice of a pubescent boy drifted over, "Li Zheng is just a dimwit, that’s all."

Li Zheng whirled around.

The speaker was a boy with a sloppy buzz cut and a face full of budding acne.

"Porridge?" Li Zheng squinted.

"Zhou Zhouzhou." The buzz cut boy smiled faintly, extending his hand, "That so-called Porridge God is just a title given by friends in the province, just a godly position offered."

307 Academic Power Value, indeed not sloppy.

"I remember Du Zicheng saying you’ve wanted to meet me for a while," Li Zheng said as he shook hands with Zhou Zhouzhou, silently transmitting Inner Strength, "why only speak up now?"

"Damn it, don’t mention it..." Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhouzhou glowered, giving a grip of death, "That girl was always around you, how could I approach?!!!"

"You’re talking about Lin Yujing, how does she bother you?"

"Her! Her! Her... She’s too pretty…"

"..."

"Anyway, she’s not here now." Zhou Zhouzhou glanced at Lin Xiangye as he withdrew his hand, "This little entertainment of your Jijing inner circle should also come to an end. There can be only one king of math. This is my fifth time at the math competition, what do you have to win against me?"

"Fifth time?" Li Zheng exclaimed, "What about the previous four times?"

"Don’t sweat the details; I’m just highlighting my extensive experience." Zhou Zhouzhou glowered and cursed, "Showing off in front of the camera is one thing... but showing off in the math competition too... did you even consider our feelings?"

"That was not my intention." Li Zheng sighed, "She insisted on coming, and ever since we defined our relationship, she’s become quite clingy."

"Oh wow..." Zhou Zhouzhou’s form shook as though he had suffered an internal injury, wiping the corner of his mouth, he said, "That’s... that’s excessive..."

"What’s the big deal?" Lin Xiangye blinked and said, "They’ve stayed together early on when they were at Wenhai."

"Oh wow..." Zhou Zhouzhou took another hit, leaning on the desk, he said, "Why... why can’t I, with good grades, meet a girl like that..."

Lin Xiangye pointed to his face and said, "Maybe because Li Zheng doesn’t have acne..."

"You... you..."

"Don’t mock others’ flaws," Li Zheng said sternly, "Besides, it’s not because of that, whether or not there is acne doesn’t matter."

"Alright... let’s get ready for the test... no more talking..." Zhou Zhouzhou said as he slumped in his chair, raising his hand, "Let the results speak for themselves... "

Lin Xiangye exclaimed, "No way, no way, surely no one actually believes just having good grades will get you a girlfriend, right?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Only when the bell rang did Li Zheng and Lin Xiangye turn back around.

What happens to them remains to be seen.

At the very least, the Porridge God’s spirit has been shattered.

This is probably the case of a general losing the battle before it has even begun.

...

During the physical competition, Li Zheng once complained that the questions were too simple.

This time, he paid the price.

When the difficulty of math problems steepens to this extent, your thought process is everything.

Women might deceive you.

Brothers might betray you.

But math won’t.

Math is simply impenetrable when it is.

Even Li Zheng, when first encountering these problems, was bewildered.

[Does there exist positive real numbers a1, a2, …, a19]

[such that the polynomial P(x)=x^20 + a19x^19 + ... + a1x + a0 has no real roots]

[but any polynomial formed by switching any two coefficients ai, aj has a real root]

…

[Suppose S is a set with 35 elements]

[F is a set of some mappings from S to S]

[Let’s say set S satisfies Property P(K)]

[if for any x, y∈S, there exist f1, …, fk∈F]

[such that fk(fk-1(…(f1(x))))=......]

Not knowing, simply means not knowing.

In terms of complexity, these problems were nothing like engineering calculations.

They were even much more concise than the computations involved in most subjects.

However, not knowing still meant not knowing.

Years later, faced with the mathematical Olympiad,

Li Zheng finally recalled that afternoon spent doing chemistry papers in Yu Hong’s office.

Yes, it was this kind of grueling problem.

Burn, willpower!

Quiver, brain!

Destruct, all the major problems!

…

A total of four and a half hours.

It was only when the teacher’s warning came that Li Zheng stopped writing.

Utterly invigorating, as if in another world.

All the mathematics he had worked with before had been about optimization based on existing foundations and the elevation of complexity.

Only this time, it was a pure flight of intellectual fancy.

The Mathematical Brain was still quivering.

The Senior Programmer was still wailing.

He had previously thought the two exams should be held on the same day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and that splitting them over two days was a sheer waste of time.

It was nothing like that at all...

This wasn’t just taxing on the brain; it was utterly draining physically, as if the CPU were overclocked by three times.

Even with all guns blazing, he had barely managed two and a half problems.

Of course, that was going all out in terms of willpower; he couldn’t manage to accelerate his thought processes during a competition.

When the teacher collected the papers, Li Zheng then leaned back in his chair and sighed like a sage, "That feels better..."

Lin Xiangye beside him had entered an even purer state.

She felt as though she had regressed to the state of a newborn baby.

Reality had already shattered.

Spirit had already crumbled.

World had already vanished.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Lin Xiangye muttered simply over and over, "Ah, ah, ah, ah."

"What’s wrong, not feeling great?" Li Zheng leaned over and patted the little sister, "Indeed, it was kinda tough, but exhilarating, right?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

"Eh ah..."

From behind, Zhou Zhouzhou struggled to stand up, leaning on the table.

He grunted like an old man while getting up.

"Honestly," Li Zheng turned around and said with a smirk, "this time... I might actually lose... You should be able to regain some honor for Du Zicheng."

"Really..." Zhou Zhouzhou brightened as if given a glimmer of hope, "How much did you manage to do?"

"About two and a half..."

"..." Zhou Zhouzhou’s light faded, and his face dimmed once again, "I... I only managed one and a half... The only one I finished took me three hours... My head’s filled with the author of the questions."

"Sigh," Li Zheng shook his head, "I’m telling the truth, no need to fake it, the mighty Porridge God wouldn’t be this weak."

"I... I.. I’m not pretending..." The Porridge God’s face began to twist with grievance, "You... you’re so mean... Are all people from Jijing like this..."

"Hey, it just means we didn’t do well, that’s all," Li Zheng turned to Lin Xiangye, "Let’s go, it’s time for dinner."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

"...What’s the matter? How many did you solve?"

"Ah, ah, ah, ah."

Li Zheng thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands in front of her.

Smack!

"Load game!" Li Zheng shouted.

"Ah ah ah..." Lin Xiangye shook a little, finally coming back to her senses.

"Are you okay?"

"Okay...," Lin Xiangye asked blankly, "Is it over?"

"The test papers have all been collected."

"That’s not right; we haven’t taken the exam yet..." Lin Xiangye’s face also gradually melted as he clutched Li Zheng’s arm and said, "It must not have happened yet... I didn’t write anything... No... I think I did write... I wrote... I wrote... ’Solution’!"

"Besides ’solution’?"

"Besides solution... Besides solution... I... I..." Lin Xiangye thought and thought...

With a "wa" sound, he lay on Li Zheng’s shoulder and burst into tears.

"I will never compete again... I will never compete again..." Lin Xiangye sobbed and shook his head, "As someone who’s always at the bottom of the early training class... and still daydreaming of direct admission to Ji University’s Elite... I’m not worthy... I’m not even worthy of thinking about it... I’m just a younger sister... What was that question saying... I didn’t recognize a single word..."

"It’s alright, it’s alright." Li Zheng patted Lin Xiangye and said, "It’s the participation that counts, it’s the participation that counts... Go back and prepare for the college entrance exam... You deserve a better school..."

"I won a prize in biology... I thought competitions were easy... and I got arrogant... dreaming about Jinghua Jida... Wa... wuwuwu..."

Behind them, Zhou Zhouzhou watched Lin Xiangye, and he also started wiping away tears.

"Five years... I’ve come here every year... Five years..." Zhou Zhouzhou said with quivering lips, "But why... it gets worse each time... At first, I could win a gold medal... then a silver medal... and now..."

"I suggest you try the biology competition to boost your confidence," Li Zheng quickly shifted to another approach to encourage him, "Keep it up, work hard, be strong."

"Wa um um!!" Lin Xiangye cried even harder.

Zhou Zhouzhou, unable to hold back his tears, completely broke down as well.

In fact, crying was not limited to this examination room.

The entire Hua University affiliate was filled with wails and lamentations.

It was like a massive memorial service.

Mourning the mathematics that once belonged to them.

As one of the few survivors, Li Zheng was helping Lin Xiangye on his left and shouldering Zhou Zhouzhou on his right.

While walking, he comforted the desperate people they passed.

Keep it up, work hard, be strong.

Tonight.

We are all Zhang Xiaoke.

Trembling with every step, they reached the school gate where Gu Jianfeng was already waiting by the entrance.

"Ah... what happened to you guys..." Gu Jianfeng hurried over to help the exhausted Lin Xiaoke, "Food poisoning?" (The names are correct, the following ones are Zhou Xiaoke and Lin Xiaoke)

As soon as Lin Xiaoke saw Gu Jianfeng, he burst into tears right there.

All Li Zheng did was shake his head and introduce to Gu Jianfeng, "This is Zhou Zhouzhou from Xiangnan Porridge God, and this is Feng Qingyang from Jijing Wind God."

Zhou Xiaoke nodded numbly, a look of utter hopelessness on his face, "What Porridge God... It’s been buried, don’t bring up that name again..."

"Ha, ha..." Gu Jianfeng scratched his head foolishly, and said to Li Zheng with a silly smile, "I thought we were going to race this time too, so I left early to wait for you..."

"Race... race?" Li Zheng’s face twisted, "This... these are all winding roads, how could you even compete... How long have you been waiting?"

"Two hours?" Gu Jianfeng said somewhat uncertainly.

Looking at his harmless demeanor.

The spirits of the three took another hit.

"???"

"!!!"

"Wa um wa!!!"

"What’s... what’s going on with you guys..." Gu Jianfeng said, puzzled, "It’s just three problems, right? Don’t tell me... there’s more on the back??"

No one spoke.

All three of them almost felt like kneeling.

Let it all be destroyed, reality is tiring.

The crown of mathematics, don’t want it, it’s yours now.

Only then did Li Zheng realize.

That he had been able to compete with Gu Jianfeng previously simply because the ceilings of those exams were too low.

It’s like asking the current Li Zheng and Lin Yujing to take the college entrance exam, where the hardest difficulty is set, making it impossible to differentiate higher scores because the results would always hover between 725-735.

But this time, in the final round, the ceiling had suddenly soared to the sky.

The god, he had flown.

Below the Wind God, all were mere ants.

Li Zheng looked at his companions with a dazed expression and laughed.

"We are all the same."

Lin Xiaoke also laughed, "We are all the same..."

Zhou Xiaoke also laughed, "Ha... ha... all the same..."

As they were speaking, a red car screeched to a halt next to them.

The window slid down, and a girl stuck her head out, pushing her sunglasses up, "Got a rental car, wanna go relax this afternoon?"

"I need to relax..." Li Zheng immediately dropped Zhou Zhouzhou.

"Yu Jing and Feng Feng come along too." Lin Yujing beckoned with a smile, licking her lips and saying, "We’re close to the Yangtze River here, right? Is there a chance of eating rice dumplings?"

The three of them got into the car like that.

Leaving Zhou Xiaoke alone, paralyzed by the roadside.

No.

We... are not the same...

Completely... different circumstances...

Thinking and thinking.

He cried again.