Seeing that they were affecting their classmates' training, Elder Yang couldn't help but speak to Chen Yangfeng.
"Xiaoyang, you stay here and watch over things. A few old friends and I are leaving now. After you finish the exam, just bring the test papers to my office."
“Okay, teacher,” Chen Yangfeng nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Old Yang spoke to Yang Zhuyi again.
"Why don't you stay here and help Xiaoyang take a look? Xiaoyezi, come with me."
"Huh?" Yang Zhuyi was clearly not in a hurry to react.
"What's wrong? You're not happy?"
"Uh, no, no, I'd be happy to. You should go and rest first," Yang Zhu said respectfully.
"good."
After saying that, Old Yang led Ye Yi and the two elders toward his office.
"Are you the disciple that Old Yang wants to take on as his last disciple?" Old Feng asked directly.
Ye Yi was stunned upon hearing this, because he had no idea that Elder Yang had the idea of taking him as a disciple.
At this moment, Old Yang suddenly interjected.
"You old devil, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Old Yang suddenly turned his head and solemnly spoke to Ye Yi.
"If you can win first place in this national competition, I will take you as my last disciple. What do you think?"
The questioning tone in his words surprised the other two professors, but they quickly realized that Ye Yi's mathematical talent was exceptional, which was why Professor Yang cared so much.
Upon hearing Elder Yang's words, Ye Yi's eyes lit up, and he replied.
"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll take first place in the national competition this time, Mr. Yang."
His words were filled with excitement.
Seeing that Ye Yi agreed so quickly and was very excited, Old Yang also said happily.
"Don't get too cocky. This national competition is quite difficult. Besides, our Dragon Country has 72 provinces, and there are quite a few math Olympiad experts."
"Don't worry, Elder Yang, I'll definitely get first place this time to show you," Ye Yi said, patting his chest again.
At this moment, Old Chen spoke up.
"Alright, let's stop talking about the national competition. And young friend Ye, those questions you posted on Sina Weibo were quite interesting."
This Mr. Chen is clearly someone who surfs the internet.
"What? Young Master Ye, you can even set questions? How good are they?" Old Feng asked in surprise.
"It's not too difficult, but it's quite interesting," Old Chen said.
"Tell me about it," Old Feng asked Ye Yi curiously.
Ye Yi was happy to help these elderly people pass the time, so he shared the topic he had posted online.
After listening, Mr. Feng couldn't help but sigh.
"After hearing your questions, I'm even tempted to take you on as my disciple. The thought process behind these questions is quite ingenious."
"Old man, how dare you!" Upon hearing this, Old Yang's eyes widened, and he looked at Old Feng like a protective eagle.
"Oh, I was just joking, you took it seriously. Besides, Ye boy hasn't even become your apprentice yet," Old Feng retorted, not daring to back down.
"Alright, Ye boy, watch out. Don't act like an old man," Old Chen calmly advised.
Upon hearing this, both of them snorted coldly and turned their heads away.
The four then entered an office, a very luxurious office. As soon as they entered, Mr. Feng walked to a cabinet and took out tea leaves from it.
Upon seeing this, Old Yang exclaimed, "You old thief!"
It is obvious that this office belongs to Mr. Yang, and Mr. Feng often hangs out here with Mr. Yang.
Seeing this, Old Chen couldn't help but smile sheepishly at Ye Yi.
The four of them then found a place to sit down.
At this moment, Old Yang spoke up.
"Actually, I feel that this training camp is not very useful for you. I will arrange for you to stay in a room by yourself later, and I will also provide you with a computer in the room."
After a pause, Mr. Yang continued to add.
"Practice the questions in your room. If you don't understand something, come find me, or Mr. Feng, or Mr. Chen. Also, your idea for setting questions on that blog is very good, so don't stop."
Upon hearing Elder Yang's words, Ye Yi's eyes lit up. Ye Yi had thought he wouldn't be able to do anything for the next week, but he hadn't expected Elder Yang to give him so much freedom.
Ye Yi immediately nodded in agreement.
"Alright, have you encountered any problems these past few days that you'd like to ask us old folks?" Old Yang asked cheerfully.
Ye Yi immediately asked about what he had learned in the past few days, and even compared it with the mathematics he had learned in his previous life.
Immediately, the three elders and one young man in the room began a heated discussion.
Although Ye Yi's mathematical abilities were very weak in this world, he possessed memories of his previous life.
Therefore, many questions can be referenced, and Ye Yi will also point out some discrepancies.
Later, it evolved into Ye Yi asking his own questions and then explaining his thoughts, which were actually cases from his previous life.
Then the three elders gave guidance based on Ye Yi's ideas, and of course, there were also situations where Ye Yi persuaded them of some of his ideas.
And so the four of them began discussing it, forgetting to eat or sleep.
The atmosphere was incredibly heated; during the discussion, Mr. Yang and Mr. Feng almost came to blows.
However, Ye Yi knew that the two of them would never fight, because they were very good friends.
Ye Yi, like a sponge, frantically absorbed the thoughts and ideas of the three elders.
This deepened Ye Yi's understanding of mathematics.
By the afternoon, the four of them were still discussing, and they had all forgotten to eat lunch.
On the way, Chen Yangfeng brought the test paper and asked Yang Lao about the afternoon's training arrangements. In the end, Yang Lao casually handed the test paper to a Peking University mathematics professor and then randomly selected another Peking University professor to give a lecture to the students to get by.
Meanwhile, the four of them continued their heated discussion.
Outside the door, Yang Zhu paced back and forth, looking dejected.
Every time Yang Zhuyi entered the door, he was kicked out. However, seeing Ye Yi having a heated discussion with the three gentlemen, Yang Zhuyi couldn't help but feel envious.
Damn it, why don't I have such an opportunity?
Meanwhile, Yang Zhuyi was also waiting anxiously at the door for Professor Yang's summons to join this feast of mathematicians.
However, even now, Elder Yang has not summoned him, which has been a blow to Yang Zhuyi, who considers himself Elder Yang's beloved disciple.
Finally, the pilgrimage gate that Yang Zhu had been eagerly anticipating slowly opened.
But the next moment, Yang Zhu felt even more desperate.
"Young Ye, let's talk again tomorrow. Your idea is quite good," Old Chen praised happily.
"Yes, yes. If we weren't so old and frail now, we could definitely have been discussing this until tomorrow morning," Old Feng chimed in.
"Alright, go and get some rest. You haven't even had lunch yet, and I can see those kids are getting really anxious. By the way, Ye Yi, are you planning to come eat with us, or do you want to go switch dorm rooms with Yang Zhu Yi first?" Old Yang also said to Ye Yi.
"I'll go with Teacher Yang first," Ye Yi said obediently.
Hearing the four people chatting, Yang Zhu immediately realized that his chance to make a pilgrimage to the temple of mathematics was gone.
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