The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

The next day, Zhang Wenhao woke up from his sleep.

The most eye-catching news was about Aurora last night.

"Your roommate has the same taste as you."

"Good night."

The way the robot girl compliments people is quite interesting; it's like she likes everything about the person she likes.

However, if we set aside these factors, we can vaguely discern a hint of pride.

It's that cute, arrogant feeling of "the things I make are naturally delicious."

After closing the dialog box, he habitually tried to open "The Master of Fate," but it still displayed "Coming Soon."

However, I didn't worry about it too much.

Maybe one day I'll wake up and it'll be fine.

After tiptoeing out of bed.

"Hey mouse, sign in for me!"

"111".

The other two people on the bed trigger plot points as if they were NPCs with internal dialogue.

"..."

Zhang Wenhao didn't say much, just hastily agreed.

After his mental strength was greatly enhanced, he was always full of energy the next day, regardless of how well he slept the night before.

This ability might be unremarkable in the world of the game "Fate Master".

In reality, however, the ability to get sufficient rest in such an efficient way is something that many powerful and influential people would dream of.

As he walked down the street, his radiant expression stood in stark contrast to the resentful commuters around him who were rushing to work at 8 a.m.

Even so, when I arrived at the classroom, there were still a few students sitting scattered around, already picking up their books and starting to study hard, regardless of the wind and sun.

Zhang Wenhao had nothing to say about this, only respect.

Such a person will succeed in whatever they do.

I checked the time; there were still more than ten minutes left.

Zhang Wenhao reflected that he had hardly paid attention to his studies during this period.

Now that I have nothing to do, I've opened my advanced mathematics book.

In the first year, before advanced mathematics is further subdivided, it is relatively simple. For those who can get into Nanshi University, they can basically understand most of it through self-study.

Differential equations, analytic geometry, multivariable function differentiation... these are all very broad concepts and do not involve too many subdivided areas.

Zhang Wenhao quickly got into a learning mindset. Although he stumbled a bit at first, once he connected the knowledge points, it became much easier to understand.

He frowned and carefully wrote down one differential equation after another on the draft paper, then tried to solve for the eigenvalues ​​of the homogeneous second-order constant coefficients.

He has not been very good at math since high school, and he gets a headache whenever he encounters a series of characters.

In high school, many math problems could be solved using shortcuts.

But when it comes to university professors, they become rigid and harsh.

Want to get a high score? I don't have time to devise clever tricks for you to take shortcuts. Just take out your pen and paper and do the math!

And just like that, without realizing it, Zhang Wenhao found himself grappling with a problem that required a lot of calculation.

[Ding! Read ten thousand books, and the meaning will become clear.]

[The "Blessing of the Scholar" has been activated]

As the narration began, Zhang Wenhao suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten about this thing.

It was the same weasel we had previously taken from the scholar by the passerby.

However, judging from my progress just now, there hasn't been any significant improvement.

Zhang Wenhao remained suspicious as he continued working on the problems.

For the first time ever, he solved the problem.

But I already felt quite sweaty.

"After spending so much time and effort to solve it, this blessing doesn't seem very effective, does it?"

"Could it be that the Wenqu scholar only blesses those who pass the imperial examinations in the eight-legged essay style, while the arithmetic developed by foreigners is useless here?"

Zhang Wenhao thought to himself with a dry sense of humor.

Strangely, the teacher seems to be a little late today.

I had just opened the book a dozen minutes before class started.

But so far, not to mention teachers, there aren't many students coming either.

He glanced at the time in surprise.

You wouldn't believe it until you look; only two minutes had passed since he first opened the book.

Zhang Wenhao stared at the time on his phone screen and was momentarily stunned.

Two minutes?

He at least reviewed the previous content, understood what he had learned in the past two days, and did some extended questions on the knowledge points.

Looking down at the densely packed draft paper, it was covered with equations I had written, with all the blank spaces filled with corrections and scribbles.

These must have taken at least half an hour, right?

Seeing this, he gathered his thoughts, took a deep breath, turned on the timer on his phone, and picked up his pen again to tackle another difficult problem.

After a brief period of scattered thoughts, he spent a significant amount of time on it again.

After writing down the last feature root, he immediately flipped his phone over.

One minute!

It's faster than before.

However, from his own perspective, the reduction was mainly in the time spent casually flipping through books and skimming through them.

"The blessing of a scholar with literary talent?"

It feels like it would be better to call it "Time Can Be Paused When I'm Studying Seriously"!

In other words, once he starts studying with complete concentration, he enters an extreme state of flow.

His perception of time becomes extremely slow, even affecting everything around him—his writing speed, the paper's durability, and so on.

Even though I'm used to seeing all sorts of extraordinary abilities in games, I still can't help but marvel when I actually try such amazing abilities in real life.

This is truly the case where "time spent studying feels like an eternity," a powerful tool for learning.

As long as he can endure the loneliness of being almost alone in a certain time and space, he can immerse himself in this infinite time until he overcomes all difficulties!

That's cheating!

The only drawback is that it seems like the classmates around me look at me with strange eyes.

That's true. When you pick up a pen to write formulas, to outsiders it probably looks like you're just scribbling on a piece of paper, trying to fill it up.

"Hey bro, do you have any extra draft paper?"

Greetings came from the back row.

Zhang Wenhao turned around and saw a shy man wearing glasses.

He pulled out a few sheets of white paper from the padding and handed them over.

As I turned to the side, the male student in the back row glanced at the numerous formulas on my draft paper.

"Thank you, thank you."

The male student thanked him repeatedly as he took the paper, but his gaze lingered involuntarily on the formula he had written down.

The beginning is a bit messy, but it gets neater as you go down.

It's like showing the entire learning process of a knowledge point from beginning to end.

He had just solved this problem, but it was very difficult for him. He even had to refer to the answer key to barely get it right.

If I remember correctly, this guy in front of me has only been here for a few minutes, right?

Doesn't that mean he completed a completely unfamiliar problem with a huge amount of calculation in such a short time?

The bespectacled man lowered his head involuntarily, feeling a mixture of admiration and inferiority.

Is this what talent is?

Earlier, he had arrogantly thought that Jiahao, sitting in the front row, was just trying to attract attention...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask, "Dude, how did you solve this system of equations in such a short time? That's amazing!"

Zhang Wenhao was taken aback, completely unprepared, and could only answer honestly.

"Hmm... let's just calculate it."

"A hard calculation?" The bespectacled man clicked his tongue in astonishment.

The gap between genius and oneself is truly as deep as an abyss...