Super God-Level Top Student-Chapter 762 - 290 Ideal and Reality_3

"Hmm, that's true. Uncle Li is just like you, both are too humble."

After hearing Qiao Ze's explanation, Su Mucheng also offered her opinion.

The driver, Lv Bei, was itching to interject and discuss with the two whether there was a possibility that Professor Li genuinely found the problem too difficult.

Fortunately, his long-standing professional habits helped him to restrain himself.

However, deep down, Lv Bei even felt some sympathy for Li Jiangao, having a student who was too ambitious... he wasn't sure whether it was a blessing or a curse.

The drive from the school to the house was short; ten minutes later, the car parked steadily in the garage of the Qiao family's villa.

No more listening to the young people's outrageous statements, no more feeling stifled for anyone, quite nice.

But still, it was Goldbach's conjecture!

...

Back home, as usual, Lu Xiuxiu was watching TV in the living room with Dou Dou number one.

Dou Dou held the box of sunflower seeds steady with a mechanical arm and placed it where Lu Xiuxiu could comfortably reach. Upon seeing the couple return, it just turned its head and displayed a message on its screen, "Welcome home, Dad and Mom."

It made no sound, naturally not to disturb Lu Xiuxiu from watching TV.

But as soon as Lu Xiuxiu shifted her gaze from the TV to her son and daughter-in-law, Dou Dou reverted to its true self.

"Grandma, Dad, and Mom are back."

"Okay, I know."

"Mom, today Qiao did something big again..."

"Oh, Mom, you don't have to tell Grandma, I've already reported it to her. I was just explaining to Grandma who Goldbach was and what Goldbach's conjecture is, and I even downloaded the movie 'Fermat's Room' for her. Grandma is watching it now."

Su Mucheng pursed her lips and gave Dou Dou a glance, this little rascal was good, but it was a bit too talkative. And it was overly well-informed.

There was no way around it; the office didn't consider Dou Dou a secret.

Whatever Qiao Ze did, it even knew it better than Su Mucheng did.

After all, Su, as a student, really didn't have the energy and time to keep an eye on Qiao and see what he was up to, but theoretically, Dou Dou could.

Not to mention that sometimes Qiao relied on Dou Dou to sort out his thoughts.

"Mom, I had to explain to Grandma what Goldbach's conjecture was, which took quite the effort!"

"Yes, yes, my clever grandson taught Grandma well. The conjecture basically states that any even number can be expressed as the sum of two prime numbers. But isn't 2 an even number? Why is it also a prime number?" Lu Xiuxiu asked.

"Because the definition of a prime number is a number that is only divisible by itself and 1, and the only factors of 2 are 1 and 2, so it is a prime number, and the only even prime number." This time, without waiting for Su Mucheng or Dou Dou to explain, Qiao Ze took the initiative to answer.

"Oh, I always thought prime numbers were just odd numbers."

"Odd is just a nickname, in mathematics, the correct term is positive odd numbers."

"I see... Well, Qiao Ze, I don't understand much about mathematics, but what you're saying must be correct," Lu Xiuxiu ended the small family's discussion on mathematical definitions with a remark.

Qiao Ze nodded and went back to his room on his own.

As a child, he had no choice but to watch TV with his mother; there was nothing else to do. Ever since he got a computer, Qiao Ze had hardly watched TV at all.

Whether it was Fermat's Room or Euler's Room, none was as interesting as his own study.

Su Mucheng quickly sat down next to Lu Xiuxiu, curiously asking, "Mom, is Qiao Ze's dad also particularly smart? Like, super high IQ?"

This question had been bothering Su for a long time, and today was a good opportunity to ask.

"Him? He's far from Qiao Ze. He didn't study much either; he started working right after graduating from high school. Thinking back now, neither my family nor his had many scholars, so Qiao Ze, he must be like a genetic mutation, right?" Lu Xiuxiu said with a sigh.

Once she started talking, she couldn't stop.

Lu Xiuxiu began telling Su Mucheng about Qiao Ze's childhood.

For example, he spoke very late, and they almost thought he was mute; they even took him to the doctor several times for that. Then there was the time he made his kindergarten teacher cry, and Qiao Ze's dad did not even go to work, taking leave to go to kindergarten to apologize to the teacher...

One story after another made Su Mucheng's understanding of Qiao Ze become more three-dimensional.

It also suddenly sparked a bold idea in Su's head.

Given Qiao Ze's character, he would probably disdain writing a memoir, deeming it a waste of time.

So, she could start preparing now, and write a book like a biography of Qiao Ze from the perspective of someone close to him.

Whether it could make money or not, Su of course didn't care; she was even willing to give it away if it cost her.

But a book about Qiao had to be passed down through the ages. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Rather than letting others fabricate a bunch of stories, it was better for her to pick up the pen and tell future generations about the most real Qiao Ze.

Of course, Su never considered whether writing this book through the lens of a lover would affect its objectivity.

She would certainly be fair.

...

At the same time, Li Jiangao was frowning at the paper on his computer screen.

He had been planning to rest first, but Xu Dajiang was on his case like his life depended on it. Li had just arrived home, not even having had a chance to chat with Mi Ge, when Xu sent a video call.

Xu didn't pressure him directly but talked lengthily with his partner about the urgency of publishing the Goldbach paper and its significance to the university, hoping Mi would understand the college's predicament.

With Xu Dajiang putting it that way, Mi Ge had to understand, even if she didn't, and directly pushed him into the study room.

Really, with a dean like that, Li Jiangao wasn't sure if that was his luck or misfortune.

He was afraid there was no chance of rest until the work was done.