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

Wei Jing took a deep breath. "It takes anywhere from a few years to several decades for a theorem to be recognized by the academic community. I haven't even graduated from my undergraduate studies yet. If you want me to produce a theorem that will go down in history right now, then I can only say that you completely do not understand mathematics."

Jiang Chu looked at him coldly, "Then can you provide any evidence to prove that you are more capable than me in your professional field?"

Wei Jing closed his eyes briefly. "Mathematics competitions have scoring standards, but in your competition, the judges have to consider things like 'overall feeling' and 'artistic appeal' when giving a score. Hmph, frankly, it's just metaphysics. Which one do you think is more convincing?"

Jiang Chu crossed her arms. "All I know is that I won the Special Jury Prize, while you, you haven't won an award of equal value in any international competition. At most, you only got a place, well, you didn't even tell me what place you got."

Wei Jing was speechless for a moment, "...Jiang Chu, you don't need to be like this. Without mathematics, you wouldn't be able to build the cameras you use to shoot videos, and the software for editing videos wouldn't exist. Art is just a spiritual need of mankind, while mathematics is the cornerstone of all modern civilization."

He smirked. "The more indispensable one is, the more people will study it, so the competition is fiercer and it's harder to get a ranking."

"Every discipline has its purpose," Jiang Chu scoffed. "If we're really talking about what's indispensable, without those who study food, without those who work in the fields, your parents might have starved to death. And what right do you have to spout nonsense here? I've never seen you speak kindly to the agricultural students. You even complained that your cousin wasted her university education, saying she doesn't know anything except how to spray pesticides. What right do you have to look down on them?"

Wei Jing's face darkened. "You—"

"In the end, you can't produce any academic achievements that can compare with mine."

Jiang Chu spread her hands. "What else do you have? Your projects? Oh, it seems they got their funding withdrawn because of your terrible character."

"Shut up!"

Wei Jing was so enraged that his eyes turned bloodshot.

He had just recovered from his injuries, and now, under the intense emotional turmoil, he felt a metallic taste in his throat.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Wei Jing suddenly bent over and began to cough violently.

A trace of blood was faintly seeping from between his fingers as he covered his mouth.

The classmates following behind him were startled and quickly stepped forward to help him.

Wei Jing shook them off.

He glared at Jiang Chu for a moment, then scurried into the Porsche next to him as if fleeing.

The other students also went to find their cars.

Watching the Porsche's taillights disappear at the exit, Yu Wanzhou leaned close to Jiang Chu's ear and whispered, "He looks like he's been beaten up badly."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chu said, "...He was probably beaten by his father."

-

On a winter night with temperatures below -10 degrees Celsius, a light drizzle and snow began to fall in Beijing, making the roads slippery and causing severe traffic congestion during the evening rush hour.

Wei Jing was stuck on the Second Ring Road overpass, the windshield wipers mechanically scraping against the windshield.

The train carriage was well-heated, but he felt cold all over.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging from the force, and a faint taste of blood lingered in his mouth.

He didn't know why he had taken the initiative to mock Jiang Chu.

He just couldn't stand her smug, self-satisfied attitude.

After all, in his mind, he always felt that the other person only had a good appearance, but was actually empty-headed and soulless.

Admittedly, someone who can get into Peking University can't possibly be really stupid.

Even for art students, the required academic scores are not low.

only--

For him, he would subconsciously raise the standards, especially since Jiang Chu really couldn't understand what he was saying and was completely unable to have in-depth communication with him.

Moreover, in a sense, he felt that liberal arts students, art students, and sports students were all inferior to him.

But now?

The woman he once looked down on has reached a level in the academic field that he can hardly reach!

Wei Jing trembled with anger just thinking about it.

While waiting at a long red light, he inexplicably took out his phone and opened the Peking University campus forum.

Sure enough, the forum's homepage was almost entirely filled with news of Jiang Chu's award.

Even on some well-known academic forums, many people are having a heated discussion about this top-level competition called "BIMMA".

Although it didn't make it onto those entertainment trending topics because of its highly specialized nature, its popularity and prestige within academic circles are undeniable.

As Wei Jing looked at the posts praising Jiang Chu for being "talented and beautiful" and "bringing glory to the country," a venomous snake of jealousy gnawed at his heart.

He gritted his teeth, registered a new account using another phone number, clicked into the most popular post, and his fingers flew across the screen.

You guys are being way too naive. These so-called international art awards are, frankly, all just a game of capital.

That so-called foundation might just be a shell company used for money laundering.

[How can a junior in college win an award of this caliber? Someone saw her getting out of a luxury car worth tens of millions before; think about it carefully.]

He wrote several messages and then sent them out.

Wei Jing also deliberately avoided using words that might not pass censorship, and didn't use anything too vulgar.

Seeing those comments appear in the post, a twisted sense of pleasure finally welled up inside him.

however--

He never cared about anything in the arts and knew nothing about the IACF.

Therefore, it is naturally unknown that international academic foundations of this level, which can cooperate deeply with top academic institutions such as Cambridge and MIT, value their academic reputation and independence most.

They not only have an extremely large legal team overseas, but they have also achieved the ultimate in copyright and reputation monitoring in the Asia-Pacific region.

Wei Jing had just returned home and spoken to his lawyer when he received a phone call.

Unfamiliar landline number.

Wei Jing frowned.

How many people still use landlines these days?

"Feed? Who?"

A very serious, clearly articulated male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wei Jing? This is the Asia-Pacific Legal Center of the International Foundation for Arts and Cognitive Sciences."

"What?" Wei Jing was taken aback. "You... what do you want?"

"Mr. Wei, you have published false statements on a public online forum that seriously damage the academic reputation of our foundation and spread rumors that there was any transfer of benefits in the competition selection process. We have obtained your real-name authentication information and valid contact information from the relevant online platforms through legal procedures."

The other person's voice was cold.

"IACF has always had zero tolerance for any actions that tarnish academic integrity and the foundation's reputation. Your remarks constitute serious defamation. We have already preserved evidence of your posting history and the IP address of your device, so—"

Wei Jing gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

No.

They just wanted to scare him.

He composed himself. "Sir, I did post a comment, but what I said was based on facts. Your award winner did indeed ride to school in a multi-million dollar car, which I saw with my own eyes, and I have photographic evidence. She was my classmate, and I know her family's financial situation; they simply couldn't afford such a car. It's my right to have doubts and express my opinion. As for the rest, they were just speculative comments based on known facts; I didn't fabricate any specific data or forge any documents."

Wei Jing took a breath. "On the contrary, your foundation directly resorted to legal means to investigate a netizen's phone number and IP address for questioning. Doesn't this just show that you are guilty and afraid of being dug up? If you are really as innocent as you say, you can respond to my questions publicly."

"Mr. Wei," the lawyer said calmly, "Since you put it that way, we will formally file a civil lawsuit in the court of your jurisdiction within two business days. Also, since you are a student at Peking University, we will also send a copy of this lawyer's letter to the university's academic affairs office and disciplinary department. Please prepare to respond to the lawsuit. Goodbye."

After speaking, I hung up.

Wei Jing: "..."

Wei Jing's face turned deathly pale.