Super God-Level Top Student-Chapter 499 - 222 Dust of the Era_4

Put it this way, if you average her math skills with Qiao Ze’s, she could still wipe the floor with over ninety-five percent of the mathematicians in the world, so does she really need to keep trying to learn math?

If we’re talking about quantifying math skills as something that can’t be done, then it gets even simpler.

If she and Qiao Ze formed a math research team, the results they could achieve would probably leave 99.99% of mathematicians in the dust, so with that in mind, she wouldn’t need to put in the effort at all.

Just think, before Qiao Ze would have Liu Chenfeng help look for papers and such, but now Dou Dou takes care of that. In other words, no matter how well Su Mucheng does in her major, she probably won’t even get to be an assistant. So she might as well learn something else to realize her value in life.

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Anyway, her current level is more than enough for her undergraduate graduation.

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After coming to an agreement with Su Mucheng, Qiao Ze stepped out of the bedroom, and Lu Xiuxiu had already started preparing breakfast.

"Su is still asleep, right?"

"She’s awake."

"You too, let Su sleep a bit more. You get up so early every day, but you never think of others." Lu Xiuxiu complained.

After all, in the eyes of a mother, nothing about her child is imperfect, except not knowing how to be considerate.

"Oh." Qiao nonchalantly replied.

"By the way, why did you arrange for someone to come over and clean the house again yesterday afternoon? They didn’t even take money for it, it’s really awkward. I’ve told you so many times, mom isn’t so old that she can’t move, why do you keep bothering others?" Lu Xiuxiu continued.

"Maybe they enjoy cleaning." Qiao Ze thought for a moment and replied.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who would like to clean someone else’s house? They don’t live here!" Lu Xiuxiu scolded.

Even though she knew her son had great achievements, Lu Xiuxiu’s mentality was still the same as ever, very cautious.

Some people become wealthy overnight and lose their heads, acting like they’re too good for everyone else; others are afraid of losing the good fortune that came with great difficulty.

Lu Xiuxiu was clearly the latter.

Of course, what she feared most was affecting her son’s luck.

As for Qiao Ze, he didn’t respond. He just quietly sat down at the dining table, waiting for the meal, while his mind had already started thinking about the problems he would work on today, with countless curved lines beginning to outline various complex shapes in front of him.

It was only when Su Mucheng came out of the room that the house became filled with a lively atmosphere.

"Mom, it smells great, let me guess, is it pan-fried buns with eggs for breakfast today? Your cooking is too good, I’m going to get fat!"

"Where have you gotten fat? It’s good for a girl to be a bit chubby, healthy. Hurry up and eat, oh, do you want milk or juice?"

"I’ll have what Qiao is having, just milk is fine, I’ll get it."

Lu Xiuxiu looked at Su Mucheng with warm affection, her mood brightening up.

Sometimes she was truly grateful for this young girl. Living just with Qiao Ze, she might not exchange even a couple of words with her son all day.

But Su had a sweet way about her, always calling her ’mom’ when she was around, giving Lu Xiuxiu the feeling of having a caring daughter, and making up for the missed connections of the past decade and more.

Once the two of them have children, she hoped they wouldn’t be as reserved as Qiao Ze. Whether a grandson or granddaughter, it would be best if they were like Su, otherwise it would be too dull and no fun.

Soon the two of them finished breakfast, and by six-thirty, they had left the house.

As soon as they stepped out of the building, they saw someone waiting outside.

"Professor Qiao, Su, good morning." Read new chapters at novelbuddy

Zuo Chengzheng greeted them with a smile, brimming with energy, showing no signs of having stayed up all night.