Ye Yi immediately raised an eyebrow, because what he saw on his phone screen was an unknown caller ID.

However, Ye Yi still answered the phone.

"Hello? Who is this?" Ye Yi asked, puzzled.

"Hello, I'm an editor from the poetry journal," the voice on the other end of the phone said. "Mr. Chen, we've registered you for this year's Poetry Competition, so we'd like to ask when you'd be available to send us your original poems."

Upon hearing this, a flood of memories immediately came to Ye Yi's mind. The Poetry Journal was the largest publication in the Dragon Kingdom, with only one issue published each year, containing ten new poems and ten old poems.

The new poetry section is open to submissions nationwide, and dozens of renowned Chinese literary figures will review them. There are no restrictions on subject matter, format, or category.

After selecting the ten best poems, they will be published in poetry journals, and then the people of the whole country will vote online to select the best of the year.

Moreover, the poems in the poetry journal are very likely to become part of this year's college entrance examination and middle school entrance examination.

Therefore, only one poetry journal is published each year, but it sells over 100 million copies.

Ye Yi's maternal grandfather, Mr. Chen, was one of the creators of the poetry journal.

After recalling all of this, Ye Yi immediately smiled.

"Okay, I'll send my poem to your publication tonight."

"Okay, we look forward to your submission," the voice on the other end of the phone said.

After hanging up the phone, a memory immediately surfaced in Ye Yi's mind: his maternal grandfather, Mr. Chen, had required Ye Yi to submit at least one poem to a poetry journal every year when he was fourteen. Although Ye Yi had never been published in a poetry journal, he had never stopped submitting poems.

However, it must be said that the content of poetry journals today is not as glorious as it once was. Nowadays, the new poems in poetry journals are only kept up by a few literary masters, and it has been a long time since any poems that will be passed down through the ages have appeared.

Ye Yi didn't care about this, after all, there was another world's civilization in Ye Yi's mind, and poetry was a great treasure in that world.

Right now, Ye Yi is just thinking about how many poems to submit and how many pseudonyms to use.

"Is that Ye boy back?" Old Yang called out after Ye Yi finished his phone call.

"Yes, I've come to see Old Yang." Ye Yi said with a grin as he pushed the door open and entered.

Upon entering, one sees Yang Zhuyi standing to the side like a well-behaved student, while Old Yang sits in his seat, holding a notebook and talking to Yang Zhuyi.

This is a perfect example of a high school teacher corrupting students.

Ye Yi suppressed a laugh, obediently approached the two of them, and then politely greeted them.

Yang Zhu glared at Ye Yi for suppressing a laugh, but dared not utter a sound.

"What, you can't even solve such a simple problem and you still have the nerve to glare at people?" Old Yang immediately said.

"Come on, I don't want to teach this idiot anymore. Tell him how to solve this problem," Old Yang waved to Ye Yi again.

"Huh?" Ye Yi scratched his head, but still obediently walked in front of Yang Zhu and looked at the question.

Ye Yi didn't understand the logic behind this question, but he had the advantage of having memories from another world in his mind.

So Ye Yi quickly wrote down the solution steps, and then looked at the others humbly.

Seeing how quickly Ye Yi solved the problem, Old Yang's eyes lit up.

This question isn't actually that difficult, but it involves a great deal of complex knowledge.

Therefore, some people come into contact with Yang Zhuyi's blind spots in knowledge, which means that no matter how Yang Lao explains, Yang Zhuyi just can't understand.

Seeing that Ye Yi was able to solve it so quickly, it seems that Ye Yi is indeed a genius in the field of mathematics.

As he pondered, Old Yang looked at Ye Yi with even greater admiration.

"Forget it, take the solution steps and go look at them over there." Old Yang waved his hand impatiently, gesturing for Yang Zhu to go.

Yang Zhu glanced at Old Man Yang with teary eyes, then at Ye Yi, and obediently walked to the side.

"Why did you come out so early?" Old Master Yang said gently after Yang Zhuyi left.

"The questions were quite simple, I finished them and came out. I'd like to ask you a few questions," Ye Yi said honestly.

Upon hearing Ye Yi's words, Old Yang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"That's true. It might be a bit difficult for others, but it'll be very easy for you, kid. Besides, I'm setting the questions for this national competition, so I won't make them this simple. I'll delve quite deeply into some of the key points."

Old Yang's words were half a reminder and half a warning.

Ye Yi immediately nodded obediently.

"Okay, go ahead, what questions do you want to ask me?" Old Yang said again.

Ye Yi then voiced the logic he didn't quite understand.

The two, one old and one young, began their mathematical exchange again.

Yang Zhu glanced humbly at the questions in his hand, then turned to look at the conversation between Ye Yi and Old Yang.

Finally, evening arrived, and the math Olympiad exams at the entire Peking University High School were over. Only then did Ye Yi and Professor Yang stop their conversation.

Ye Yi also got up to say goodbye. Although Ye Yi wanted to continue the conversation, Old Yang was simply too old.

So Ye Yi obediently got up and said goodbye.

Just as Ye Yi was leaving, Old Yang spoke up.

"Young Ye, if you have any questions, come find me at Peking University. I'm usually there. If you can't find me, ask your teacher or your dad to call me."

“Okay.” Ye Yi’s eyes lit up, and he said respectfully.

Under Mr. Yang's watchful eye, Ye Yi obediently left the school.

Watching Ye Yi's retreating figure, Old Yang sighed once again.

"This kid is simply born for mathematics. Even if it means fighting that old man, I'll get him."

As he spoke, Old Yang's expression suddenly turned serious.

Seeing this teacher, Yang Zhuyi really wanted to say: Teacher, you are no longer the boy you used to be.

However, thinking of Old Master Yang's intimidating presence, Yang Zhuyi obediently kept those words to himself and dared not utter them aloud.

In fact, Yang Zhuyi also knew that what Professor Yang said was just an expression of his determination to get Ye Yi into the mathematics community.

After all, Mr. Chen and Mr. Yang were very close friends despite their age difference, and many people affectionately called them the two giants of arts and sciences.

After returning home, Ye Yi didn't go to eat, but instead focused on his computer.

I started selecting the poems I was going to submit, using different aliases to submit them.

After all, some poems are beautiful, but they can't be written without a certain age and life experience.

Ye Yi even decided that certain pseudonyms would stop using their accounts after publishing some poems.

Although geniuses are geniuses, they are still human after all. Therefore, certain poems that cannot be written at their current age should not be associated with Ye Yi. This will ensure Ye Yi's safety and allow the culture of poetry to emerge in the world.