For the next three whole days, Xia Congwen locked himself in Xia Zhiyang's small room, flipping through Xia Zhiyang's manuscripts page by page in chronological order.
His earliest manuscripts date back to when he was a little over three years old.
The handwriting on that manuscript was very childish and messy, looking like scribbles.
Xia Congwen carefully examined it for a long time before recognizing it as a linear algebra problem from university.
An image automatically appeared in his mind.
The quiet little boy, not even as tall as the table, with hands so small he could barely hold a pen, was lying here earnestly working on a university-level math problem.
Xia Congwen suddenly remembered that the linear algebra textbook he brought home that year had been covered with similar scribbles by Xia Zhiyang, and he had even slapped him for it.
Looking back now, I realize that the child had clearly solved the problem and came to him seeking praise.
Xia Zhiyang could barely speak at the time, but his eyes sparkled as he pointed at the "scribbles" in the book for him to see. He slapped the light out of Xia Zhiyang's eyes.
He also said that mathematics is sacred and not something a fool like him should touch.
From then on, the child never got close to him again, and he thus missed the opportunity to discover a genius.
Xia Congwen slapped himself twice hard, then continued reading.
Later, Xia Zhiyang stopped talking and ignoring everyone, immersing himself in mathematics, and the content of his manuscripts became increasingly profound.
Xia Congwen only understood one-third of the manuscript; after that, he couldn't understand it anymore.
In other words, Xia Zhiyang surpassed him when he was ten years old.
His manuscript, written when he was fifteen, was filled with ideas for solving the problem that had puzzled mathematicians around the world for decades.
The last few dozen pages are from when I was seventeen...
Xia Congwen saw the initial draft of that great conjecture; the last page of the manuscript was dated the day before Xia Pianran came to his door.
These few pages in his hand later shocked the entire mathematics community and won him the Fields Medal.
If he hadn't chosen Xia Mingyue, whom he considered excellent, but instead had properly set things right...
So, the genius who is now admired by the world is still his son, and his biological daughter is by his side.
Xia Congwen knelt on the ground, clutching the few pages of the manuscript tightly. At this moment, regret almost tortured him to death.
His spine bent deeply, and he knelt on the ground, banging his head against the ground repeatedly with his hands, until blood quickly appeared on his forehead.
Xia Congwen considered himself a successful person, but in the end, he became a laughing stock.
Heaven had twice bestowed treasures upon him, but he threw them away with his own hands.
The first time was Xia Zhiyang, and the second time was Xia Pianran.
At this moment, Xia Congwen completely lost his arrogance and burst into tears in the small room, disregarding his image.
When he came out of the room, his black hair had turned gray.
Linzhi looked the same way, aging twenty years in an instant, as if all her energy and spirit had been drained away.
Three days was enough time for netizens to dig up all of Xia Zhiyang's information.
As a result, Xia Congwen and his wife, who had just been forgotten, were once again trending at number one on social media for all the wrong reasons.
The second trending topic is #Professor Xia, how does it feel to put out a fire at your ancestral grave?#
The comments below are absolutely heartbreaking.
Countless reporters wanted to interview Xia Zhiyang, but they couldn't catch him, and they didn't know when he had sneaked back home from abroad.
We wanted to interview Xia Congwen and his wife, but the Xia family refused to see anyone and closed their doors to visitors.
Everyone can understand this. Anyone in that situation would regret it so much that they would want to commit seppuku.
Xia Pianran did agree to the interview, mainly because the young girl couldn't resist showing off her brother.
The reporters were dismayed to find that no matter what questions they asked, Xia Pianran would reply randomly, offering a variety of scathing praises of her brother.
In summary, my brother is incredibly good-looking, incredibly smart, and incredibly talented. He won the Fields Medal at the age of eighteen, making him the youngest recipient in history.
The reporter was speechless: "Do you see any flaws in him?"
Pianran: "Of course. He explained math problems to me, but to be honest, his explanations were mediocre, and I couldn't understand them at all."
The reporters' lips twitched. What kind of Versailles scene was this? The truth about the "brotherly girl" was confirmed!
Netizens collectively laughed, expressing their complete understanding of Pianran. They said if they had a brother like that, he would definitely be even more boastful than this girl.
Finally, Qi An couldn't stand it anymore, so he opened a Weibo account and posted an update.
"Ask me anything you want to know, but don't ask my sister. That girl's been getting too cocky lately."
Netizens flocked to the site, only to be shocked to discover before they even asked any questions that almost all of China's top universities had followed Xia Zhiyang's account immediately.
Next up are those renowned academic luminaries from various fields.
Then came prestigious foreign universities, leading foreign academics, the International Mathematical Union, and a string of names I'd only ever seen in textbooks.
Netizens were so shocked they felt their scalp tingle and dared not ask any questions.
As for the reason...
Ahem, this is a place full of international organizations and international celebrities. It wouldn't be good if I said something wrong and tarnished the reputation of our country.
They secretly watched and worshipped Xia Zhiyang's account, and within a day, his followers increased to 100 million, almost reaching the level of top celebrities.
Apart from this account, no one can contact Xia Zhiyang.
As a result, organizations and prestigious universities both at home and abroad extended olive branches to Xia Zhiyang one after another, almost like a competition.
A group of big shots immediately started arguing and vying for the talent in the comments section, each offering higher and higher compensation packages than the last.
Netizens were dazzled by the sights; they were initially shocked, but quickly became numb to it.
Of course, there are always keyboard warriors on the internet, and some people will start to rant.
"What's there to be proud of? No matter how talented you are, you'll eventually shine abroad anyway. Isn't it always the same? The grass is always greener on the other side."
The fans were speechless, because it was indeed the truth.
In recent years, China has suffered a severe brain drain, with most of the graduates from top universities choosing to develop their careers abroad.
Some prestigious universities are even jokingly referred to as "breeding grounds for foreign talent."
They believed that Xia Zhiyang would also accept an invitation from a prestigious foreign university or organization, abandoning his home country.
After all, whether it's the academic environment or the salary, things are indeed much better abroad than in China.
Although mathematics knows no borders and people strive for higher goals, the Chinese people still hope that this genius who shocked the world at the age of eighteen will stay in the motherland.
Most netizens are unwilling to use this as a pretext to morally blackmail Xia Zhiyang and force him to make a choice against his conscience.
This boy had just turned eighteen and had been ridiculed and ignored since childhood, never even attending school for a single day.
Strictly speaking, neither his parents nor the country nurtured him; he made his way in the world entirely through his own talent.
Netizens are helping him fight back against his haters while waiting for him to make a choice, and the country is also waiting for him to make a choice.
The prestigious universities were fiercely competing for students in the comments section, their arrogance completely gone.
However, Xia Zhiyang rejected all invitations, both from foreign countries and his own, and did not accept a single offer.
When asked why, this was his answer.
"Thank you all for your kindness, but my sister is bad at math, so I need to stay home and tutor her."
The competitors disagreed, arguing that a mere high school math lesson required tutoring from a Fields Medal winner.
Several prestigious universities have directly stated: "If you come, your sister can be admitted to our school without taking the entrance exam, and she can choose her major and advisor."
Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Qi An had no choice but to tell the truth.
"I don't want to go out to work, I just want to stay at home and enjoy my math, so I'm sorry."
The vast majority of office workers: "..."
I felt a deep sense of empathy.
The Yang God is playing me!
Qi An put down his phone and sprawled comfortably on the sofa.
work to earn a living?
Impossible, it can't hit even a little bit.
I will never work a regular job in my life.
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