"This is also the reason why the Leiden Mathematical Competition can no longer be held."

"Teacher, according to what you said, An Minghe is only twenty-five or twenty-six years old now?" The students were a little stunned. Many people are only around this age now, so An Minghe is actually the same age as them?

A world-class mathematician who single-handedly drives a country's scientific progress and transfers the international mathematics center to his own country is a peer of theirs. What kind of pressure is this?

"So you guys. You can say you're lucky or you can say you're unlucky. But being able to live in the same era as such a genius will be something to talk about in the future." Hills said with a smile.

Zhao Qingchang is already very old and has long stopped working on the front line. On weekdays, he goes fishing and plays chess with Lou Yihua, who has retired and returned to Beijing, and occasionally discusses some mathematical problems.

The Minghe Mathematics Competition is held every three years. At the beginning, there are always a large number of reporters coming to interview them. The two were happy at first. After all, the students they taught have single-handedly promoted the whole of China's mathematics. Isn't it something to be proud of?

But later on, I got fed up with it and had to sneak out every time.

"I heard that Han Dongping next door gets so angry every year when the Minghe Mathematics Competition starts that he doesn't go out for the whole day." Lou Yihua and Zhao Qingchang found a quiet place to fish.

"Look at how stingy he is. Even at such an old age, he is not afraid of getting sick from being angry." Zhao Qingchang said.

"Thanks to Minghe, our Peking University has become an internationally renowned university comparable to Harvard and Cambridge. How could he not be angry?" Lou Yihua said with a smile.

"That's true. They're not that talented at NTU. If they were better at math than us, they'd be the ones with this title now," Zhao Qingchang said proudly. "Even Xiao An, who only lives in our school, has become the main sponsor of the Minghe Prize. Tell me, hey, it's not his fault for being stingy."