In fact, not to mention An Minghe, even Zhao Qingchang felt powerless. At the beginning, he would grab An Minghe and want to teach him, but now An Minghe has to take the initiative to come to him for advice.

He could feel that his support was being absorbed by the other party, and teaching An Minghe was becoming more and more difficult.

Sometimes when the other party asked a question, he had to think for a while before answering it, instead of blurting it out like before.

"Alright, alright, stop making excuses. Minghe is indeed a genius, but you are no less impressive for being my doctoral students. You should be ashamed and strive forward."

Everyone wailed after hearing this. Zhao Qingchang's school was notoriously difficult to graduate from, and several people had already delayed their graduation for two years.

"Teacher Zhao, can you please give me some slack this year? If I don't graduate soon, I'll be 30."

Zhao Qingchang looked disappointed. "What do you mean by relax? Is it really necessary to relax in academics? If you work harder, why would you be so anxious? Use this little time to read more books."

Everyone was absent-minded during the class. After the class ended, everyone left. Zhao Qingchang called An Minghe to his office.

"Minghe. You've been in Peking University for a year. Are you used to it?" Zhao Qingchang would call An Minghe every once in a while, sometimes to the office, sometimes to the cafeteria. He always cared about An Minghe and was worried that he might not be able to adapt.

An Minghe is already nine years old this year and will be ten in a few months. The childishness on his face is gradually fading, giving him a sense of maturity beyond his years.

"Teacher Zhao is great. I've learned a lot from Peking University."

Zhao Qingchang smiled very kindly, even more so than towards his own granddaughter. "I see your talent. If you have any difficulties in life or academics, you can come to me."

"I came to you this time to discuss something with you."

An Minghe asked, "What's the matter?" Teacher Zhao had been a great help to their family. An Minghe often helped those doctoral students solve problems, which was also his way of repaying Zhao Qingchang.

"There will be a math competition in October this year. It will be held at our school. College students from all over the country will come to participate. I want you to go too."

"After passing this competition, you will be arranged to participate in international college mathematics competitions abroad. You will be able to communicate with more people and learn from their experiences."

Zhao Qingchang paused and continued, "If you can participate in the International Collegiate Mathematics Competition and achieve good results, you'll be able to directly participate in the International Mathematics Forum next year. It's attended by world-renowned top scholars, and they'll hold various academic discussions. If you can attend and listen, it will only benefit you."

An Minghe's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he longed to have some academic discussions and exchanges of ideas with others.

"Yes!" He nodded firmly, "Teacher Zhao, I'm willing to go."

Zhao Qingchang said happily, "Okay! Then I'll sign you up right away. I think you can win the championship in our domestic competition. It all depends on how high you can get in the international competition. As long as you get in the top three, you can attend the academic forum."

It will also be an honor for their school. In international mathematics competitions below the university level, basically the winners are from the Huaguo University of Science and Technology, and in international mathematics competitions above the university level, China has won very few awards, or even none at all.

Few Chinese children have the opportunity to attend lectures at international forums.

Even he was only invited in occasionally, not every year.

…

School cafeteria.

If nothing unexpected happens, the father and son will have dinner together every day.

The cafeteria at Peking University is very cheap, more cost-effective than cooking at home. Since moving to Peking University, An Jingzhi has never cooked again.

"Dad, how's your takeout?"

An Jingzhi spat out the braised pork rib bones in his mouth, swallowed, and said, "It's already on the right track. Currently, the students in the school are the ones using it the most."

The original owner knew nothing, and even if An Jingzhi could write a food delivery program, he couldn't do it. He lived in Peking University, and there were so many free strong laborers. An Jingzhi did not miss it. He just spent a little money and asked these students to help him make a food delivery software.

The food delivery software was spread through these students, and now the students of Peking University are the ones who use it the most.

At the same time, the deliverymen can also provide part-time jobs for some students.

When the school learned about this, they were very supportive.

"Dad, I've been learning some code lately. I'll help you check for any vulnerabilities when I get back."

"Then Dad would like to thank his good son."

An Minghe pursed his lips and smiled, "You're welcome, Dad."

After dinner, I went back to a small room separated from the house where the server bought by An Jingzhi was placed.

An Minghe sat in front of the computer, typing at a rapid speed, and finished his work in a short while.

"Okay, Dad, I've fixed a few holes here for you and optimized the code. There shouldn't be any problems in the short term."

If the students in the School of Computer Science knew that An Minghe had learned more in just a few months than they had in three or four years, they would probably start to doubt their lives.

"By the way, Dad, I have something else to tell you."

An Minghe talked about Zhao Qingchang asking him to participate in a mathematics competition.

After hearing this, An Jingzhi immediately agreed and said, "This is a good thing, go ahead." It is always good to be able to exchange ideas internationally or listen to the ideas of other academic masters.

It’s not that An Jingzhi is biased against China, but Chinese mathematics in this world does not have much status internationally.

With An Minghe's learning ability, it is better for him to go out and see the world than to stay at home and work behind closed doors. Only when you know how strong others are can you have a direction to catch up.

Soon the domestic college mathematics competition began.

Many teachers personally led their teams to Kyoto University.

Zhao Qingchang brought An Minghe with him to receive these guests.

Many of them were acquaintances, and An Minghe also saw a few of the old professors who had visited him at his home.

These people all walked to Zhao Qingchang's side and looked at him with envy.

"You got a good deal."

"Alas, I am not destined to be with this child after all."

"This time we might only be able to grab second or third place."

Professor Han Dongping of the National University of China walked up to An Minghe. He was not the team leader and was just here to take a look.

"Minghe, how are you doing in Kyoto University? If you don't like it, you can come to our National University directly. We welcome you anytime."

Zhao Qingchang, who was gloating in front of everyone, suddenly fell in anger. He pointed at Han Dongping and cursed, "You shameless old bastard! Minghe is doing well here and doesn't need you."

An Minghe also politely said to Han Dongping, "Professor Han, Teacher Zhao is very kind to me. Thank you for your kindness."

Zhao Qingchang's expression improved a lot after hearing this, but he still looked at Han Dongping with a bad face, "Did you hear that?"