I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

Deep in the Daliang Mountains, clouds and mist swirl around.

The signal here is only two bars, the road is paved with mud, and the wind carries the smell of cow dung and damp earth.

Zhang Defu, the former principal of Hongqi Hope Primary School, was squatting on the stone steps at the school gate, puffing on his pipe.

He looked at the green postal truck that was unloading goods, and his cloudy old eyes shone as if they were lit.

"Slow down! All of you, slow down!"

Principal Zhang tapped his pipe against the sole of his shoe, sending sparks flying.

He rushed over, protecting the boxes of white boxes printed with the word "Dawn" as if they were his own newly laid eggs.

"This is milk from the government for the children! If anyone breaks a carton, I'll smash their head in with my pipe!"

Liu Ming, the volunteer teacher, stood to the side, pushed up his thick glasses, and frowned slightly.

"Principal, this milk... I looked it up online, and people in the city say it's a fake product diluted with water, and even dogs won't drink it."

"fart!"

Principal Zhang turned around abruptly, his deeply lined face filled with stubbornness and anger.

"City folks don't know anything!"

"This was given by the government! There's an official document with an official seal! We've lived in this remote mountain village for decades, when has the government ever lied to us?"

"It's free, that's a favor! Besides, I tasted the milk; it's not sweet, but it warms you up when you drink it!"

He turned around, his rough hands stroking the cardboard box, and his voice lowered.

"These kids have grown up, and apart from Chinese New Year, who has ever tasted milk? Let alone water, even swill—that's what the government provides, and I have to drink it!"

In the classroom, Xiaohua, dressed in tattered clothes, sat in the last row.

Her cuffs were frayed and frayed, and her big toe was showing through her cloth shoes.

But at this moment, she is holding that small carton of milk with reverence.

The sound of the straw being inserted was more pleasant to her than the sound of firecrackers during the Lunar New Year.

"Glug."

One bite.

It was indeed not sweet, even as bland as spring water from a mountain stream.

Strangely, a warm current instantly slid down my throat into my stomach, and then, like a warm fire, it climbed up my spine to the back of my head.

The feeling was like basking in the midday sun in winter, with even your hair feeling warm.

"It tastes so good..."

Little Flower squinted her eyes, carefully tore open the lid, and stuck out her tongue to lick the tiny bit of milk residue stuck to the lid clean.

That was the most precious taste she had ever experienced in her life.

That's the taste of dignity.

"Xiaohua, stop daydreaming and look at the blackboard."

Liu Ming tapped the blackboard, somewhat helplessly.

This math problem is a variation of the "chicken and rabbit in the same cage" problem. He has already explained it three times, but these children with weak foundations are still staring blankly at each other.

Let the chicken be X, and the rabbit be Y...

Liu Minggang just wrote the beginning.

Xiao Hua raised her head, and her eyes, which were originally somewhat timid and dull, were now frighteningly clear.

The numbers and symbols on the blackboard suddenly ceased to be dull scribbles in her view.

They moved.

They disassembled and reassembled in the air, transforming into glowing patterns.

No equations are needed.

No assumptions are needed.

The lines of logic automatically outline the optimal solution in my mind.

"teacher."

Xiao Hua raised her hand, her thin little hand held straight up in the air.

"No need to set unknowns."

"The rabbit has two extra legs. If you cut off half of all the legs, what's left is the head plus the number of rabbits..."

Liu Ming was stunned.

This solution is an extremely simplistic form of logical brute force.

A month later.

The autumn winds have turned the ginkgo trees in the mountains yellow.

Liu Ming was preparing lessons in his office when he suddenly heard a heated argument coming from a corner of the playground.

It was that group of sixth-grade kids.

He assumed they were arguing about marbles or jump rope, so he walked over with a smile, intending to offer some advice.

However, when he heard the words they were saying, he was stunned, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

"No, Er Gou, there's a problem with the convergence region of your function."

Xiaohua held a twig in her hand and drew an extremely complex parabola on the muddy ground.

"To calculate the maximum yield of this potato field next year, we need to consider the changes in the derivative of rainfall and sunlight..."

"We should derive it using the Lagrange Mean Value Theorem."

Another little boy with a runny nose sniffed and retorted with a serious expression.

"I think the Taylor series expansion is more accurate. Although it's a bit more complicated, it can keep the error to three decimal places."

The lesson plan in Liu Ming's hand fell to the ground.

He was a college graduate from a second-tier university, and he failed the postgraduate entrance exam twice, both times in advanced mathematics.

And now, he couldn't understand what these mountain kids, who had never even been to the county town, were saying!

"What...what are you doing?"

Liu Ming's voice trembled.

Xiaohua looked up at the teacher's horrified expression and wiped the mud off her hands somewhat embarrassedly.

"Teacher, we're discussing farming."

"Ever since I drank that milk, for some reason, strange formulas have been running through my mind. Whenever I see crops in the field, I can't help but want to calculate them."

Base 001, Command Center.

On the huge monitoring screen, live footage of Hongqi Primary School is being transmitted.

Su Qingge stood in front of the control panel, looking at the soaring data, her breathing rapid as if she had just finished a marathon.

"Chen Xi..."

She pointed to the bright red curve on the screen, her voice hoarse.

"Brain development level...18%".

"This is no longer the work of a genius."

"This is a new kind of human."

"Moreover, this evolution is ongoing. The brains of those children are adapting to and devouring the wisdom of the God of Literature at an alarming rate."

Chen Xi sat on the sofa, fiddling with the empty milk carton in her hand.

His expression was indifferent, but a dangerous yet expectant smile played at the corners of his lips.

"City people dump this stuff down the drain, calling it garbage."

"The mountain people treat it like a treasure, licking every last drop clean."

Chen Xi stood up, walked to the French windows, and his gaze seemed to pierce through thousands of mountains and rivers, landing on that remote little mountain village.

"God is fair."

"It's cruel too."

"Since the city dwellers have voluntarily given up their tickets to evolution, then don't blame this ship for not waiting for anyone."

He turned around and looked at Li Guobang, who was in shock.

"Old Li, send a letter to the Ministry of Education."

"Let's register Hongqi Primary School in Daliangshan for this year's National Mathematical Olympiad."

Li Guobang was taken aback: "Let them go? That's a place where gods fight, they don't even have decent study guides..."

"They don't need tutoring books."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Xi's eyes.

"Their brains are the most powerful supercomputers."

"I want to send these kids to teach those arrogant city folks a lesson."

"A lesson about regret."