The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

The car door opened, and the boy bent down and stepped out.

There were no tailored suits, no bow ties, and not even a formal shirt.

Ji Bai was wearing an ordinary blue and white high school uniform.

The baggy design, slightly faded from washing, made the "Fucheng No. 99 Middle School" printed on the back almost illegible.

Wearing clean white shoes, I stood at the entrance of the world's most prestigious mathematics event.

boom--!

The domestic live stream chat exploded!

The audience was so excited they almost cried!

No one expected that the boy would attend the world's most prestigious academic event while wearing an ordinary school uniform!

"Aaaaaah! I can't take it anymore!"

"School uniform??? The Emperor actually wore a school uniform???"

"Help! I'm getting goosebumps! Everyone else is wearing bespoke suits, and he's wearing a high school uniform!"

"Even the thought of the Emperor receiving an award in his school uniform makes me want to cry, for some reason!"

"What is cultural confidence? This is what cultural confidence is!"

"School uniform: I won't mind if you call me 'school uniform' in China, but what do you call me abroad? Answer me!"

"The Celestial King's Shroud! What school uniform? That's the Celestial King's Shroud!"

"I hereby declare that from this day forward, the blue and white school uniform is the ultimate battle armor; wearing it guarantees passing exams and getting published in papers!"

The comments section was a chaotic mess, with people crying, laughing, making jokes, and getting so excited they were incoherent.

No one expected Ji Bai to make his appearance in this way.

Without any glamorous embellishments, wearing only the simplest high school uniform, it was more impactful than any haute couture gown.

This is not a conference to receive an award; it is clearly a young emperor dressed in casual clothes, personally attending a grand gathering of all dynasties, and receiving the worship of the whole world.

……

The explosions didn't just happen domestically; they also occurred at the scene.

The white stone steps in front of the Alexander Auditorium are home to half of the world's mathematics community.

The men were all dressed in dark suits, and the women were all in elegant skirt suits or dresses, each wearing an ICM conference badge on their chest.

Groups of three or five exchanged hushed greetings, the air thick with the solemnity and elitism characteristic of an academic event.

Until that blue and white figure appeared at the bottom of the steps.

At first, no one recognized his face.

After all, Westerners have a natural tendency to be face-blind when it comes to East Asian faces. They just felt that the boy was too young, and his loose blue and white tracksuit looked out of place among the suits and ties.

Some people frowned, assuming it was one of the accompanying staff members or a student who had sneaked in to listen to the lecture.

But once the style of the clothes was clearly seen, someone in the crowd suddenly gasped:

"Wait... this outfit..."

"My God! It's him! That Chinese genius!"

"Ji Bai! No, the Mathematics Pope!"

They don't recognize faces, but they recognize clothes!

Even if not everyone present attended the last verification conference, they all watched the live stream clips.

I was deeply impressed by this "legendary battle robe"!

The pleasantries on the steps abruptly ceased as countless gazes swept over and landed on the young man who was slowly walking up the steps.

"Oh my God! He came to the ICM wearing this? To receive the Fields Medal?"

An elderly professor from Cambridge rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"Isn't this a bit too... casual?"

"Casual?"

A German mathematician standing nearby gave a wry smile: "He has the right to be so casual! Let alone wearing a school uniform, even if he came in his pajamas, no one would dare say a word against him."

"This is the Pope of Mathematics!"

"It's not just mathematics!"

A professor from MIT next to him lowered his voice, his eyes filled with even more shock.

"Didn't you see the news? Superconductivity at room temperature and pressure! One person has turned the world upside down in both mathematics and physics. It's not surprising that a genius of this caliber wears anything."

Upon hearing this, the people around fell silent.

Not far away, several scholars from the University of Tokyo stood together, their expressions particularly complex.

"The gap is too big!"

"It's not a generational gap, it's a dimensional gap!"

"China is terrifying!"

Outside the crowd, a group of young doctoral students from various countries were already incredibly excited, secretly taking photos with their phones, their eyes full of admiration.

"That's him! My idol!"

"That's so cool! While others rely on haute couture gowns and connections, he came to win the Fields Medal in a school uniform. That's a real big shot!"

"I'm definitely going to go up and get his autograph after the meeting! A math pope in a school uniform, who would believe it!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, a mixture of shock, astonishment, and disbelief, their gazes meeting, yet no one dared to show any contempt.

No one takes strength lightly.

The boy in front of me, dressed in "cheap sportswear," is someone who has single-handedly rewritten the landscape of modern mathematics and is the "Pope of Mathematics" in the hearts of countless people.

What he wears is not important.

His presence here is what matters!

……

At the same time, as soon as Ji Bai stepped out of the car, a group of people in suits and ties immediately rushed up from the outside.

Each of them exuded an air of nobility, with expensive watches on their wrists and family crests on their chests; any one of them could easily make the headlines of the financial section.

The consulate's security and staff reacted very quickly, immediately forming a human wall that firmly kept the people several meters away, preventing them from getting any closer.

These people didn't try to force their way in; instead, they shouted at Ji Bai from behind the human wall, their Chinese broken and varied.

But what he said was a bargaining chip that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

"Mr. Jiba! I am a special envoy from the Morgan Group! We are willing to invest 15 billion US dollars to establish a joint research and development center, and you will personally receive 30% of the patent revenue!"

"A private estate on Long Island, one of the top materials labs in the US, a dedicated R&D team—take your pick!"

"Mr. Chicken White! The Rockefeller family cordially invites you! Unlimited research funding of five billion US dollars annually, with no upper limit! We can also establish a dedicated family trust for you, safeguarding your family's wealth and security for generations!"

"Mr. Ji! I am a representative of the Mitsui Group! We are willing to share three high-end precision manufacturing supply chains with you. For civilian licensing, we will only take 30% of the profits, and you will keep 70%! We only ask for one cooperation opportunity!"

Representatives from Siemens, Shell, and GE nearby were not to be outdone, adding their own comments:

The offers range from lifetime private yacht fleets and top-tier medical teams to tenured positions at prestigious universities, with some even promising to "help you get a Nobel Prize nomination."

These people had been waiting outside Ji Bai's hotel late last night. They were all core envoys from the world's top conglomerates and families, sent overnight to be the first to see Ji Bai.

As a result, they were completely blocked by the consulate staff and couldn't even get into the hotel.

Having finally managed to get to the entrance of the venue today, I naturally went all out to extend olive branches.

In fact, the foreigners were also a bit confused when they learned that Ji Bai had come to the United States.

In their logic, Ji Bai's actions were like a child carrying a mountain of gold into a bandit's den.

However, considering that the child's mother was quite powerful, the bandits didn't dare to rob her by force.

Even the Golden Lion King convened an emergency meeting overnight to discuss how to keep the people here.

Even if we can't retain talent, we still need to take a big slice of the trillion-dollar cake of room-temperature superconductivity.

In an instant, Ji Bai became the focus of global attention!