Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"Let's go fight the hidden boss," Xing Qingfeng replied casually, his tone relaxed and with a hint of joking, "Once you defeat the hidden boss, you can get more rewards."

"I just want the game console," Flatt couldn't help laughing, "The other rewards don't seem to be very useful..." He paused, as if he suddenly thought of something -

"—Ah, Order Xing, can you also give me a nickname or something?"

Xing Qingqiu didn't answer immediately. Instead, he paused and looked thoughtfully at the bustling crowd ahead. "You'll get one if you pass," he said. "Just so you know, I'm not very good at naming."

Flatt raised his head, his eyes wide, and showed an extremely serious attitude: "As long as you don't use some wine as a nickname for me."

Xing Qingwu raised his eyebrows slightly, then said calmly, "Then maybe everyone around you is a traitor."

Flatt reacted almost instantly, smiling broadly: "Oh, then I want to be Gin!"

Xing Qingfeng was even happier.

Because it has been a long time since anyone could play memes with him like this.

"So where are we going?" Flatt asked expectantly, his eyes full of curiosity.

"France," Xing Qingfeng replied succinctly. "We're going to meet the students of the greatest mathematician of the last century."

After hearing this, Flatt folded his arms and nodded, his golden hair fluttering, his eyes flashing with determination: "Yeah, it sounds very challenging... But for Gin, I will work hard!"

"I haven't decided what you'll be called yet," Xing Qingfeng replied casually, "I won't really call you Gin."

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Although it has been said before that no one can pick up on the protagonist's memes, the timeline is now in 2002. For example, the Conan memes here can be easily picked up by Flatt, who also loves subcultures.

I'll keep you in suspense as to who the greatest mathematician of the last century is, but he won't be involved in the main storyline, he's just a tribute.

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Volume 53: Xing Qingjiu's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . Will Xing Qingjiu remember his crazy tea break self?

Paris, night.

The lights inside the airport were bright and soft, casting a warm yellow glow on the smooth marble floor. Flatt was looking out the window at the car lights that occasionally appeared on the street. The bustling city in the night sky looked even more charming to him.

Xing Qingfeng led Flatt out of the aisle and immediately spotted the senior standing in the distance. He was wearing a black coat and standing at the entrance, waiting for passengers to hurry by, looking a bit out of place.

"That's the kid," Xing Qingqiu hurried over, tilting his head slightly and saying to Flatt. Xing Qingqiu's senior, noticing their arrival, immediately smiled and walked over to greet them.

"Ah, you can tell at first glance that he's a very smart kid." He praised casually, with a hint of admiration in his tone. "They're already waiting over there. Let's go over there quickly."

Xing Qingyu nodded slightly, his expression remaining calm. He reached out and gently touched Flat's head, as if subconsciously comforting him. Flat responded excitedly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation about the new environment. He had been like this since he arrived at the airport and boarded the plane.

"Okay," Xing Qingwu replied simply, then he and Flatt followed the senior out of the crowd and headed towards the airport exit. Behind them, the temperature of the air seemed to change slightly with their steps. The bustling airport hall gradually faded away, and the surrounding sounds began to blur.

As I exited the airport, the fresh night breeze blew in my face, bringing a slight chill. In the distance, traffic lights flickered, and pedestrians thronged shoulder to shoulder. At dinnertime, the restaurant entrance was packed, emitting the aroma of all sorts of British cuisine.

The senior led Xing Qingjiu and Flatt toward the parking lot. Paris, shrouded in darkness, was still permeated with the atmosphere of nightlife. Streetlights cast faint shadows through the trees onto the damp ground, reflecting off faint points of light. The air was lightly damp and filled with the aroma of coffee. Occasionally, they could hear the horns of cars and the laughter of pedestrians nearby. They approached a black sedan, and the senior expertly opened the door.

"The drive takes about forty minutes, and you can take a short break then." He said with a smile, "You can eat something first."

Flatt's eyes lit up, and he eagerly jumped into the car. The interior was comfortable and spacious, the leather seats exuding a faint fragrance, and the cold light on the dashboard flickered, giving it a modern and sophisticated feel. He immediately pressed the window button and looked out at the night view.

"Amazing..." Flatt couldn't help but mutter to himself, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. "Is this the legendary fashion capital...?"

"Is this your first time here?" Xing Qingyu asked, turning his head slightly.

Flatt nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with amazement and novelty. His golden hair fluttered slightly in the night breeze, becoming even more messy as he moved. Xing Qingqi gently reached out and ruffled Flatt's hair, making it even more fluffy.

The car started steadily and drove out of the parking lot. Paris at night gradually appeared before their eyes. Xing Qingyu leaned back in his seat, looking at the bustling scene outside the window, but his heart was thinking about other things.

"Speaking of which, that Pierre..." Xing Qingyu suddenly turned his head and looked at the senior student driving in front, "Could it be that Pierre Deligne?"

The senior student gripped the steering wheel, lowered his head, and thought for a moment before slowly speaking, "Well, I worked with him. He was my senior." He paused, sighed, and spoke with a hint of regret. "It's a pity that he retired from academia. Otherwise, perhaps I could have become his student."

"Is he still in Paris?" Xing Qingfu continued to ask, but his eyes were looking at the streets in the distance through the car window.

"Yes, but it seems he'll be going to Russia soon," the senior said calmly. "He's currently organizing an international basic science knowledge competition. I remember you were majoring in experimental physics, right? Are you teaching students now? You could have your students try to participate."

"I'll go if I have the chance," Xing Qingyu nodded slightly. He pondered for a moment and continued, "About when?"

"Probably next year," the senior said, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"Is that so..." Xing Qingwu murmured, his thoughts drifting away. He casually glanced at the night view outside the window, then glanced at Flatt, who was sitting next to him, enjoying the night view of Paris with relish, his eyes sparkling like a newborn's.

Xing Qingfeng was about to say something, but hesitated in his throat, swallowing the words back. The air inside the car seemed somewhat quiet, with only the sound of wheels rubbing against the ground and the occasional city sounds coming from outside the window.

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The senior student led Xing Qingjiu and Flatt to a table in the restaurant. There, a man in his sixties was seated, chatting with several waiters. He wore a refined suit, a neatly tied white shirt, and a silk tie of understated elegance. He had a salt-and-pepper beard, and his eyes were piercing, deep and intelligent. Despite his age, he still exuded a vibrant energy, his slightly curved mouth perpetually adorned with a gentle smile, giving off an air of kindness and wisdom.

"Ah, here you are," the senior student said softly with a familiar smile, "Pierre, this is Xing Qingfeng, whom I mentioned earlier. He was my junior at Oxford, and his research area was experimental physics."

Xing Qingyu nodded slightly, offering a polite smile and shaking hands with Pierre. "Hello, Mr. Pierre, I'm Xing Qingyu, Chinese," he said. "My current research is leaning towards field theory, but I'm also mentoring some young people, around fifteen or sixteen, who are quite easy to teach."

Pierre looked at Xing Qingqiu deeply, a hint of approval in his eyes, and then smiled. "Oh? Fifteen or sixteen is such an interesting age." He gently rubbed the graying beard on his chin. "However, children at that age are the most troublesome, with the most stubborn tempers and the most problems."

"Yes, it's just this group of children." Xing Qingfu responded with a relaxed smile.

"Then this child must be Flat." Pierre turned his gaze to Flat and asked.

"Yes, my name is Flat, Flat Escaldes." Flat responded with his hands raised high.

Pierre's eyes narrowed, and his smile became even gentler. "Okay, okay, my name is Pierre." He patted Flatt's shoulder gently. "You must be the genius that Xing Qingfeng mentioned. Come, order something to eat first. Kid, you must be very hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and picked up the menu on the table and handed it to Xing Qingjiu skillfully. Xing Qingjiu took the menu and then handed it to Flatt. "What do you want to eat?" Xing Qingjiu asked, "Order what you like."

Flatt nodded excitedly and took the menu without hesitation, quickly scanning the options and exclaiming from time to time, "This looks delicious!" and "That one is interesting too!"

The waitress came over soon, and Flatt excitedly pointed to several dishes on the menu and whispered, "This, that, oh, and this!" His tone was full of joy, and he was completely unaware that he had already ordered most of the dishes on the menu.

"My salary was cut again recently," Xing Qingjiu's senior took the opportunity to speak up while Flatt ordered food, breaking the silence. "I don't know what the school is thinking..."

Pierre's lips curled up into a smile, and he shook his head. "Haha, everything will be fine once your project comes out. Young people like you always have to go through this stage. Once you complete your project well and build your reputation, your salary will naturally increase."

Xing Qingjiu's senior sighed, "I understand that..." He lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the food gradually rising on the table, "It's just... well, in the end, only we can understand it after we post it. How much fame it can really bring is still a question mark."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter brought a dish to the table. It was a steaming French broth, a thin layer of cream floating on the surface, and fresh herbs sprinkled on the side. The aroma instantly captured everyone's attention. Pierre and the senior simply lowered their heads, picked up their spoons, and savored the food casually, their eyes calm, as if it were an ordinary dinner.

"Everyone will understand." Pierre smiled and replied leniently, "That's why we need more talented children."

He glanced at Flatt with gentle eyes and saw that he was staring at every dish on the table attentively, with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Pierre really values this child," Xing Qingqiu interrupted at the right moment. "To get a response so quickly is truly..."

"Hahaha, I've just been a bit free lately," Pierre replied with a relaxed wave of his hand. "I just happened to see your email."

At this time, the dishes on the table were gradually served. The senior and Pierre just picked up a few bites casually and continued their conversation.

Flatt, completely oblivious to the others, was absorbed in savoring every delicious bite. He tried the crispy duck skin, the tender, tender fish, and even the small side dishes, constantly exclaiming, "Delicious!" and "This is amazing!"

Xing Qingyu sat opposite him, observing all this silently, and gradually realized a problem.

The table in front of me was almost completely filled with various plates, from foie gras to beef stew, from French garlic shrimp to baked lobster, the dazzling array of dishes almost filled the table.

——And the waiters keep serving the dishes!

Every time the waiter came in with a new plate, he would put it on the table and then stand aside, as if he was still waiting for Flat to continue ordering.

He used his energy to slightly adjust the remaining threads, casually responding to the conversation between the senior and Pierre, while quietly observing Flat's actions, and soon discovered the problem -

——Flat is still ordering food.

He looked down at his plate and found it was already empty.

—and Flatt seemed to be still eating.

In desperation, Xing Qingjiu reached out and grabbed Flatt's head, gently pinching his messy golden hair, with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Flatt..." He tried to keep his tone calm, "Finish what's in front of you first before you order."

After hearing this, Flatt raised his head, his eyes flashing with a confused expression, "Ah, but..." He looked down at the plate in front of him, as if he had not yet fully realized the seriousness of the problem, "I've almost ordered enough."

A few minutes later, when facing the table with almost all the dishes on the menu and Flatt eating with relish, Xing Qingjiu always thought of the night when Newton took him to the hotel where Kenneth was staying.

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I'm a bit busy today. I just moved to a new apartment and the rent will be cheaper, so I've been packing my luggage these two days and the update is a bit late.

The Pierre here refers to Pierre Deligne, winner of the Fields Medal, the Wolf Prize, and the Abel Prize, a grand slam of mathematical awards. He once taught at the University of Paris. I've slightly adjusted the timeline here to allow him to still be working in France.

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Volume 54: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Math Classroom: . Mathematicians' Warmth Together

Flatt, who had eaten and drunk his fill, burped, with a few traces of cream still remaining at the corners of his mouth. He patted his stomach with a look of satisfaction.

——On the other hand, Xing Qingjiu stared at Flatt without hiding his anger and speechlessness. The boy who used to show off his tea breaks crazily has now become a guy who glares at academic gluttons. It is really sad.

Flatt looked up and saw Xing Qingyu staring at him, but he smiled heartily, completely unaware of his own problem. This made Xing Qingyu unable to help but reflect on whether he was too pedantic to get angry about such a thing.

Xing Qingyu sighed, turned to the senior student beside him, and gestured for him to take Flat back to his room to rest. "Thank you for your help, senior student," Xing Qingyu said succinctly.

The senior nodded with a smile on his face, "No problem, Xing, don't worry." After that, he reached out and took Flatt's shoulder, and easily led him to the restaurant door. Flatt seemed a little sleepy, but he still muttered to himself -

"——Next time I'll order another one..."

Hearing this, Xing Qingjiu's reflexive thoughts vanished instantly. He was a petty person, and he would settle this score with Flatt sooner or later.

Xing Qingyu turned and followed Pierre to the other side of the hotel. The previous conversation at the table had been mere idle chatter; the real conversation was only beginning now. They walked in silence down the dim corridor, their footsteps echoing in the empty hotel hallway. The hallway was dimly lit, with only a few wall lamps emitting a soft yellow glow, illuminating their path.

Pierre walked in front, his steps relaxed, as if he had no sense of urgency at all. He held a stack of documents in his hand, and from time to time he lowered his head to flip through them, his eyes sometimes lingering on them, and sometimes looking up at the front, as if he was thinking about something.

"This kid..." Pierre muttered to himself, a hint of wonder in his tone. "When he actually did all that, he didn't hesitate at all? This intuition is truly terrifying."

"I guarantee that what I said is completely true," Xing Qingfeng said firmly, his pace not pausing at all. "It is precisely for this reason that I chose to find a way to contact you, Senior."

Pierre sighed softly, as if he was thinking about what he had just said. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at the door in front of him.

"Well... let's go inside and talk first." He said, quickening his pace a little.

After walking through several corridors, they finally arrived at an exquisite conference room. Colorful paintings adorned the walls, and a long wooden table sat in the center, holding a few books and a computer. Pierre walked to the window and drew aside the heavy curtains. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, he could see the nightscape of Paris.

Xing Qingyu stood by the window, looking at the tranquil night scene before him, and remained silent for a moment. After a moment, Xing Qingyu turned around gently, walked to the table, and put down the bag and documents in his hands.

"This is Flatt's test paper and his daily exercises," Xing Qingqi handed a stack of documents to Pierre. "And this is the test from that day. I've arranged them chronologically, but there are still a lot of questions I can't understand."

Pierre took the document and carefully flipped through it. As he read, he muttered to himself, "It seems he was just an ordinary kid... No, his math skills were even a little behind his peers..." His brows furrowed slightly, and he was obviously thinking about the information.

"I discovered this problem, too," Xing Qingqiu paused briefly, recalling Flatt's situation. "That kid suddenly came to me and told me he might be a genius like some famous people in history, and asked me to help him test. I improvised a set of questions—" He paused and chuckled softly, "and the result is this. This kid's talent far exceeds mine."

Pierre continued to flip through the documents, his expression serious, clearly captivated by the contents. "Hmm," he finally nodded, setting down the document. A brief silence fell. Then he picked up the document again and carefully examined every line.

"No matter how you look at it, he's a genius who goes against common sense..." Pierre suddenly exclaimed, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration.

Xing Qingyu didn't respond immediately. He simply watched Pierre's expression in silence, a slight movement in his heart. "Don't you have any doubts?" Xing Qingyu frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his tone. "If I didn't have some understanding of the child's character, even I would have doubted his talent and the timing of his display."

"Geniuses are always different from ordinary people," Pierre said, without a trace of doubt in his tone. "Compared to my teacher, this level of abnormality is nothing—"

"--Speaking of my teacher," Pierre suddenly changed the subject and smiled. "Xing, is that right for you to call him by his name?" He paused, his eyes focused. "I plan to visit him in a couple of days. Before then, I'll give Flat a small test. If he passes..." Pierre patted the table with his hand, his eyes glittering with anticipation. "...I'd like to try to introduce him to my teacher."

A flash of surprise flashed across Xing Qingyu's eyes, and then he frowned slightly. "What? Wait, you mean... that person?" His tone was slightly hesitant, and his voice unconsciously rose. It was obvious that this sudden news took him by surprise.

Pierre seemed to have anticipated Xing Qingqi's reaction. He chuckled softly, a gentle smile flickering in his eyes. "Well," he nodded, his gaze focused. "I'm just trying it out. After all, my professor is old and has been out of academia for many years. I'm not sure if he'll accept." He glanced at Xing Qingqi's expression, paused, and continued, "If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

Xing Qingjiu fell into a brief silence, various thoughts rapidly turning over in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, thinking that if this matter progressed too quickly, it might not be a good thing for Flat.

"I'm thinking... Flatt..." Xing Qingqi paused, as if choosing his words, "No, I'm thinking, aren't you guys too eager to pay attention to that kid? It's been less than four days since I contacted you, senior, and in such a short time, you're going to..."

Pierre did not interrupt him immediately, but nodded calmly, as if thinking about how to express himself.

"Because we are short of talent, or more precisely, geniuses." After a brief pause, he continued, "Our school is so short of people who can lead us out of this predicament. We long for the next genius like my teacher to lead us forward."

Xing Qingqiu heard a certain urgency in Pierre's words, and this urgency made him slightly uneasy.

"The reason I'm so anxious is actually very simple—" He looked at Xing Qingqi without any hesitation, his eyes concealing nothing. "I hope, if possible, to bind that child to our school and make him one of ours."

Xing Qingfeng vaguely understood Pierre's intention, but still found it difficult to fully accept this "urgency" -

——Or rather, what the other party wanted to do was exactly the purpose of his opening the classroom. And after this purpose was pointed out so bluntly, Xing Qingfeng felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, thought for a moment and was about to speak, but at this moment, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and Xing Qingjiu's senior walked in, interrupting their conversation.

"Where were you talking about?" The senior raised his head, looked at the expressions of the two people, and asked.

Pierre smiled slightly and looked at Xing Qingjiu's senior. "I was just saying that I hope to recruit that kid Flatt into our school."

The senior nodded gently, his eyes glancing at Xing Qingjiu's expression. Then, after hearing Pierre's words, he suddenly understood. He didn't respond immediately, but instead walked over to the table, sat down gently, and began rubbing his temples, as if a little exhausted. "Xing, I know you have some complaints about this near-monopoly," the senior said slowly, a hint of resignation in his tone. "I remember back in school, you discussed this topic with me—"

Xing Qingyu did not answer, but just looked at his senior quietly, waiting for what he would say next.

"But math is different," Xing Qingfeng's senior took a deep breath and pondered for a moment. His expression grew melancholic, and he lowered his head slightly, his tone becoming grave. "You're a physics major, specializing in applied physics. As long as you have achievements, you'll be recognized. So, you probably don't understand us."

"Although we are nominally a school, in reality it's more or less the same. We can be said to have almost become a monopoly-style academic clique in many fields." Xing Qingfeng frowned slightly upon hearing this, while the senior student continued, "But we are just sticking together for warmth."

"After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the entire global academic landscape underwent earth-shaking changes," Xing Qingfu's senior slowly leaned back in his chair. After a brief pause, he slowly spoke with a hint of emotion. "Today, the United States holds the greatest voice in the world, and the Princeton School almost dominates."