A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

The intense shame and indignation instantly overwhelmed his reason, and all his respect for his teachers vanished.

"Professor!" Wei Jing looked up, his eyes turning completely cold. "Please show some respect! I didn't even touch her! I just wanted to say a few words to her during the break! You have no idea what happened, so what gives you the right to talk to me like that?!"

The old professor squinted at the young man in front of him.

He taught at Peking University for decades and was highly respected. He was one of the pillars of the literature and history department. Although he seemed kind, he was extremely protective of his students.

They also have the most dislike for students who are arrogant and disdainful of others because of their family background or academic achievements.

This kid in front of him dared to pull and shove at his student right in front of him, and spoke rudely to him. When caught red-handed, he still acted aggrieved, like he was saying, "Mind your own business."

This is absolutely outrageous!

If the boy had been a little nicer, apologized, and said a few words, the matter would have been over.

But if things are handled lightly now, where will Old Kong's face be placed in the future?

"I don't know the situation?" Professor Kong sneered, angered by his attitude. "All I see is my student being intimidated by you, being tried to be dragged out of class! All I see is your aggressive and rude behavior! Fine, I won't waste my breath on you. Name, college, advisor! What happened in my class is my responsibility!"

More and more students gathered around, whispering among themselves.

Wei Jing felt like a monkey being watched, with all his dignity and pride trampled underfoot.

He laughed in his anger, a sense of recklessness and despair rising within him.

Alright, old man, all you want is a counselor, right?

Go find them! Let's see who can do what to whom!

He's the math department's darling. The department is counting on him to win international awards and produce research results. Let's see who dares to punish him for such a trivial matter!

The department teachers might even have to appease him, blaming this old fogey from the College of Literature and History for meddling in other people's business!

"OK."

Wei Jing slightly raised his chin, his expression cold and stern. "School of Mathematical Sciences, third year, Wei Jing! Your advisor is Professor Wang Mingyu! Go ahead and find him."

After saying that, he looked coldly at Jiang Chu beside him, "You'll regret this."

Then he turned and left.

Professor Kong watched him leave, gave a heavy snort, and looked at the doctoral student teaching assistant beside him, "Did you write it down?"

The teaching assistant's expression was priceless. "...I've got it, I've got it."

Professor Kong then turned to Jiang Chu, his tone softening: "Student, don't be afraid. Go back first, I'll take care of this for you."

Jiang Chu nodded gratefully, bowed to the professor again, and then, unable to resist saying, "Professor, if you ever need me to demonstrate in class again, just let me know!"

Professor Kong couldn't help but smile. "Alright, you young people's time is precious. It's enough that you have the intention!"

The next class ended peacefully.

Jiang Chu did not return to her dormitory immediately, but went to the dance academy's private rehearsal building.

Relying on her memory, she swiped her card and entered an empty practice room, changed into a close-fitting practice uniform, and casually tied her long hair into a bun.

Standing in front of the gleaming full-length mirror, she took a deep breath.

Dance is something that can't be faked.

No matter how clearly you remember it in your mind, it's useless. What matters is the muscle memory that comes from countless tedious and repetitive repetitions.

Jiang Chu walked to the barre, but instead of rushing to more difficult exercises, she started with the most basic exercises like wiping the floor and squatting, gradually waking up her dormant limbs.

As her muscles and bones gradually relaxed, she left the barre and came to the center of the classroom, where she began to try large-scale leg control, somersaults, and the control and jumps that classical dance tests core strength to a great extent.

The practice room was extremely quiet, with only her slightly heavy breathing and the soft scraping of her toes on the ground.

More than half an hour later, Jiang Chu stopped what she was doing, bent over slightly, and put her hands on her knees while panting.

Fine beads of sweat slid down her fair forehead, down her slender swan neck, and into her collarbone, where they gathered into a glistening sheen.

She straightened up and looked at the girl in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her breath slightly ragged.

There's nothing wrong with the body's foundation.

No wonder he was able to get into a top university.

There are no problems with either excellent flexibility or bone opening.

Unfortunately……

Jiang Chu frowned slightly and reached out to rub her slightly sore calves and ankles.

As the saying goes, "If you don't practice for a day, you'll know it; if you don't practice for three days, the audience will know it."

Just now, when she was doing a few compound spins and jumps, she could clearly feel that her breath was a little scattered, and the finishing movements were a bit soft and not clean and crisp enough.

The original owner may not have been focusing on their profession lately.

Less time was spent practicing basic skills, and physical strength also declined.

However, Jiang Chu felt that if he were to continue certain plans, he might inevitably have to invest too much time in this area, which gave him a headache.

"I'll just have to find time to practice more..."

Jiang Chu looked at herself in the mirror and murmured softly.

She only chose that method to save her life, but the more trump cards you have, the better.

-

In the afternoon, in a large classroom in the School of Mathematical Sciences.

Wei Jing sat in the front row, a hint of gloom still lingering between his brows.

But now, in familiar territory, he regained that sense of control and superiority.

On the podium, an elderly professor with gray hair was demonstrating a complex functional analysis problem, his steps exquisite and captivating.

Wei Jing turned his head slightly.

Xie Qingyang sat not far behind him.

She is a finance major, but has an excellent foundation in mathematics and often audits advanced courses. At this moment, she looks very focused.

The professor, moving on to the final step, turned to the students and asked, "The crucial step in this construction is proving the continuity of this mapping under weak topology. Does anyone have any ideas?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment. Some students frowned in deep thought, while others looked down at their notes.

Wei Jing raised his hand.

"Come."

The professor nodded to him, his eyes filled with expectation.

Wei Jing stood up, walked to the blackboard, and picked up the chalk.

He put aside his morning's troubles for the time being and focused on the math problem at hand.

After drawing a simple diagram next to the original proof, Wei Jing began to write with clear thinking and rigorous logic.

He used a more concise and elegant operator semigroup method that had not been taught in class, cleverly bypassing the original difficulties and deriving it step by step.

Lines of elegant mathematical symbols are presented fluently.

The classroom was completely silent; everyone was staring at his writing on the blackboard.

Xie Qingyang also leaned forward slightly, his eyes revealing admiration.

Finally, Wei Jing finished his proof, turned around, and gently placed the chalk back into the trough.

"Excellent!" The professor led the applause, his face full of undisguised admiration. "Wei Jing's solution is ingenious, breaking out of the conventional framework, concise and powerful! Everyone should learn this ability to flexibly use different mathematical tools."

A round of applause erupted in the classroom, mixed with the students' hushed exclamations.

"As expected of the Guardian God, he's too strong!"

"How come I never thought of that..."

"No wonder the eldest daughter of the Xie family chased after me all this way..."

"They just want to attend the lecture."

"This class is held several times a week, why does it always fall during Wei Jing's schedule?"

Wei Jing returned to his seat, basking in the admiring glances from all directions.

The humiliation I suffered at Professor Kong's place this morning seems to have lessened considerably.

Yes, this is his world, his domain.

He relied on genuine talent and intelligence, something that those condescending professors couldn't understand, much less that shallow, materialistic fools like Jiang Chu.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the back door of the classroom.

Wang Mingyu, the counselor of the mathematics department, poked his head in, nodded to the professor on the podium, and then his gaze swept across the classroom and landed on Wei Jing.

Wang Mingyu waved to him, his expression somewhat serious.