My subject turned into a beautiful girl

It's impossible that he wrote it randomly.

Mathematics is unlike humanities subjects. In humanities exams, you can always ramble on and on, even if you don't fully understand the question, and occasionally you might get lucky and get a point or two. But in math exams, forget about getting lucky with the problem-solving questions. If you don't understand the question, you're basically just writing random things without even knowing what to write!

But then, what exactly is An Yi writing?

Curiosity drove Yau Shing-Keng to step down from the podium. To avoid making his purpose too obvious, he glanced at each student individually. This was a common practice for proctors, so it went unnoticed.

Soon, Qiu Chenggeng came to An Yi's side. He paused briefly and moved his gaze to the draft paper that An Yi was writing on.

Then, as if he had seen something unbelievable happening before his eyes, Qiu Chenggeng's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes widened involuntarily, and his hands behind his back tightened involuntarily, as if he was trying to pinch himself to make a pain sensation to determine whether he was still dreaming or experiencing some kind of hallucination.

What's going on? What did he see?!

On the draft paper he was writing on was a neat and aesthetically pleasing half-page of algebraic transformation derivations. As someone who could serve as the head of the mathematics teaching and research group and the head coach of the competition at Jingjiang Middle School, Qiu Chenggeng could certainly understand what An Yi was deriving. But it was precisely because of this that his surprise was so uncontrollable.

If Xia Qing or Zhou Yinshuang had done this, he would have simply taken it for granted and appreciated it as a matter of course. He had already been amazed by their mathematical abilities shortly after they entered school. Asking them to write proofs of this level was like asking a high school student to take a first-grade math exam – it was a complete descent into a new dimension.

But An Yi was different. Qiu Chenggeng was certain that he hadn't misremembered An Yi's grades. This guy... had always been hovering around the passing grade!

It's easier for Qiu Chenggeng to believe that An Yi doesn't remember the two-dimensional Cauchy inequality than that An Yi is independently deriving the n-dimensional Cauchy inequality!

But as the saying goes, seeing is believing. The facts before him forced Qiu Chenggeng to confirm that An Yi was indeed doing this.

Moreover, An Yi not only did it, but did it perfectly. The entire proof process was so rigorous that it was almost excessive, without the slightest flaw!

Could it be that you accidentally learned about it due to some special circumstance?

Yau Shing-Keng could only manage to find this seemingly plausible reason to convince himself. Although his rational intuition told him it was impossible, because the first reaction of a student with a passing level of math would logically be to run away as soon as possible upon seeing this thing, rather than stay and memorize it.

Moreover, the fact that An Yi was able to determine that the problem required the use of the n-dimensional Cauchy inequality shows that he did not simply memorize the entire derivation process; he must have a thorough understanding of it!

But it's too difficult to get him to believe this so easily. It's not that he has any prejudice against An Yi, but rather that another fact, which has been proven countless times over the years, is right there in front of him—

If someone is truly gifted in mathematics, they shouldn't just be hovering around the passing grade, given the difficulty of high school math.

The current situation is that Qiu Chenggeng's "seeing is believing" and "common sense and facts" are in conflict, with the latter taking the lead, which is only natural.

But Qiu Chenggeng did not leave just like that. His feet seemed to be rooted to the spot, standing behind An Yi, quietly watching An Yi draw out the correct answer on the test paper stroke by stroke.

Thus, in this process, the facts that are common sense are gradually overshadowed by more and more "seeing is believing" statements that carry increasing weight.

Mathematics is very difficult to fake. Some simple questions might be able to be faked, but if it is a difficult question with many steps, it is enough to reveal the true level of the answerer.

Not to mention that Qiu Chenggeng watched An Yi's entire process of drafting and solving the problem. With the background of an excellent math teacher, he was able to fully understand An Yi's problem-solving approach step by step... This could not possibly be an answer that was memorized!

Moreover, right under his gaze, An Yi had already solved the problem and started working on the second-to-last problem. He didn't even seem to have any time to think; it was as if he had just finished reading the problem and started writing as if divinely inspired!

At this moment, Qiu Chenggeng had only one thought in his mind.

Who secretly put this SSR card in my classroom?!

Isn't this deliberately trying to harm me?

If I only find out about this after he graduates, what will people think of me? This math teacher is incompetent; he can't even see that one of his students has a talent for math!

Thankfully, I used my connections to persuade Zhou Yingshuang's parents to let her participate, and Xia Qing was able to participate as well, which made this grade-level math exam possible! Thankfully, I added a difficult screening test, otherwise we might not have been able to find this SSR! Thankfully... luck was on my side!

For a moment, Qiu Chenggeng felt as if he were drunk, lightheaded, and his scalp tingled.

He wished he could announce on the spot that the exam was over, then drag An Yi into a dark room for "torture"... no, to serve her good tea and water, and also find out what this little devil was thinking before!

Indeed, in Qiu Chenggeng's view, An Yi's talent is beyond doubt, and this guy's math skills are definitely not just at the level of passing grade.

There aren't that many cases of sudden enlightenment.

Even if one has a sudden enlightenment, it's impossible to attain enlightenment overnight! Especially since this is mathematics, cultivation and learning are indispensable!

Qiu Chenggeng was unaware that An Yi had actually studied the material for the entire night and morning of yesterday. If he had known, he certainly wouldn't have guessed this way.

He will treat An Yi as a true ancestor.

As for Xia Qing and Zhou Yinshuang... they've already been treated like royalty.

Otherwise, why would Yau Shing-Geng go to such lengths, even going so far as to ask the patriarch to speak on his behalf, to make this happen?

It's common knowledge that medical students have a founding father. But the concept of a founding father exists in every field, it's just that the founding father of mathematics departments is generally not as easy to identify as that of medical students.

In short, under this premise, there is only one possibility to explain this situation for Qiu Chenggeng—

That kid was faking it all along!

The possibility of a top student deliberately pretending to be a poor student is almost nonexistent, but not zero. With the rigor of a professional math teacher, Yau Cheng-geng believes that if there's any possibility, it shouldn't be ignored.

So here's the question: why did An Yi pretend before? What was his motive? The saying "geniuses all have some quirks" doesn't make sense... Could it be some kind of uncontrollable factor?

Thinking of this, Qiu Chenggeng forced himself to calm down his extremely excited emotions.

Having spent two whole years holding two SSR cards that he couldn't play, his mentality had already been forged. Now, he had simply unexpectedly discovered another potential SSR...

Of course, we must act with caution!

This is the last year; there won't be any more opportunities.

Qiu Chenggeng took one last, somewhat reluctant look at An Yi, who was still engrossed in answering the questions, before finally stepping back onto the podium. He then eagerly pulled out his phone, opened QQ, found the contact person "Crab Boss," clicked on it, edited a message, and sent it.

Director Qiu: "Speak!!!"

Not long after.

Crab owner: "???"