A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Chapter 195 A Gentle Breeze Caresses the Hill

Su Hao was startled by this sudden turn of events and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

You've already given me too much, even more than I expected.

I will work hard to prove that I absolutely deserve this generous compensation, so please rest assured.

Root took a deep breath and said sincerely:

"If we have done anything wrong, or mistreated you in any way, you must tell us directly!"

Don't keep your anger bottled up inside. If someone else poachs you, our team will have to disband immediately!

"Okay! I'll definitely let you know if you need anything!"

Looking at this group of MIT elites who are so powerful outside but are now as humble as three little wives, Su Hao couldn't help but laugh.

He felt genuinely happy.

Because he clearly discovered that his knowledge had finally transcended the theoretical level and could provide real and substantial help to these pure, interesting, and friendly people.

This is more satisfying than any shares.

........

"I need to submit three P-sets by next week, as well as a quiz on differential geometry, a report on algebraic number theory... and I also need to organize the notes from the research group meeting."

In the corridor after class, someone muttered something in despair, which was then crushed by hurried footsteps.

As the saying goes, you can't believe everything you hear in the world.

But at MIT, the rumored, unimaginably terrifying workload is definitely a severely abbreviated version.

Here, each seemingly thin exercise book contains a workload of derivation that is no exaggeration to be compared to three well-structured short academic papers.

Pick any proof problem, and even top students from all over the US will usually have to struggle with it for a full fifteen hours!

And that is why, on this land, no matter where you are...

Whether it's at the dining table in the cafeteria, on the bench on the lawn, or on the toilet seat,

As soon as MIT students sit down, their bodies react instinctively, instantly entering a state of intense, almost obsessive, study.

At MIT, this is simply a normal, routine procedure.

MIT's upperclassmen, with a distorted expression that's a mixture of pride and pain, often describe their campus life to freshmen in this way:

"Taking a drink from a fire hose."

Imagine that scene.

That's a vast amount of knowledge that far exceeds the digestive capacity of the human brain.

Advanced academic concepts, driven by an ultra-high-pressure water pump, will pour in like a flood bursting its banks the moment you open your mouth!

There was no room for them to catch their breath, not even for them to roll their eyes.

Even if the previous knowledge point is still stuck in your throat, you have to open your mouth and desperately swallow those obscure new concepts.

If you dare to burp or slow down your absorption even for a second, sorry, you will be swept away and eliminated by this torrent on the spot, leaving not even a trace.

In that oppressive, suffocating torrent of study, I exerted every ounce of strength, even if it was just to drink that tiny sip of muddy water...

This is the only reason why academic underachievers can barely survive at MIT.

However, in this ivory tower shrouded in anxiety and the shadow of hair loss, there are always a very few who defy common sense.

At this moment, Su Hao merely glanced at the densely packed schedule on the calendar, a schedule that would give any top student a heart attack on the spot.

Then, casually tear off a sticky note, scribble a few lines, and stick it on.

[Wednesday afternoon - Pick up Su Hui and tutor her homework]

[Saturday morning - tending to the yard with family]

If anyone else saw this sticky note, their eyes would pop out of their sockets!

Are you kidding me?! Everyone's struggling for their lives, and you still have the leisure to pick up your sister and help her with her homework?

I also have to tend to the garden and trim the flowers and plants?!

Do you think this is a Hawaiian resort?!

Incidentally, he still hasn't read many of the documents related to the Riemann Hypothesis.

However, now that they've acquired a stake, they can't afford to slack off on the data development efforts at Spectra Works.

The pressure that would have caused others to break down was like a gentle breeze on him.

Su Hao's approach was simple and brutal: he broke up a day into smaller parts and used them as if they were a week.

He didn't miss a single drop of the knowledge that gushed out from that "fire pump"—enough to wash away the brains of an ordinary person—not only did he absorb it all, but he even felt it wasn't enough to quench his thirst.

.......

Building 2, Room 203.

"boom--"

The heavy classroom door was flung open, and Ellie ran into the classroom, panting.

At the last second before the bell rang, I slumped into my seat like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams.

If you didn't know better, you would never recognize the girl in front of you who looks like she just escaped from a refugee camp.

The radiant and stunning campus beauty who was there when she first entered school has now completely disappeared.

That impeccably styled shirt, without a single wrinkle? Gone!

Your once perfectly manicured nails, complete with French manicures? Gone!

And what about that hair that's always smooth, shiny, and smells like a premium shampoo?

All of them have become relics of the past.

In the past, she was a proud queen who would never give up on taking care of her image in front of the mirror, even if the sky were to fall.

But in the cutthroat world of MIT, Ellie was forced to make a humiliating choice between "dressing up nicely" and "even if it means sleeping an extra hour of the countdown."

In order to avoid being drowned by the water pump and to survive in this environment where sudden death could occur at any moment, she had to squeeze and fight for every second of sleep time in her life like a miser!

"Here you are."

Beside her, a boy clutching his backpack turned around and weakly greeted her.

That's Jason.

Ellie turned her head and almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

Jason's eyes were filled with terrifying red blood vessels, making him look like a zombie who had just finished drinking blood.

That head of hair, so greasy it could be used to stir-fry a dish, and so tightly tangled together, was an absolute sight to behold.

Looking at his face, Ellie mentally made the sign of the cross.

I was secretly glad that even though I was on the verge of sudden death and didn't have time, I still managed to take a 30-second quick shower before leaving the house, thus preserving my last shred of humanity.

Hello.

Just as the two were comparing their misery, a clear voice came from the side.

Su Hao turned his head slightly to greet them, looking at Ellie and Jason sitting side by side with a puzzled expression.

Although they are all majoring in the same basic category, the overlap in their course selections is ridiculously high in this system with a huge number of elective branches.

From a rigorous probability theory perspective, given MIT's massive student enrollment...

This is an extremely low-probability event that is almost impossible to occur, unless there is an unseen force manipulating things behind the scenes.

"Hi," Ellie said, trying to sound calm.

"We meet again...again," Jason replied with a troubled expression.