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Chapter 96 Summer Insects Cannot Discuss Ice
Thursday afternoon.
An extremely bizarre scene unfolded in the aisle of a large supermarket.
Su Hao dragged his large suitcase, which he usually only used when he went home for winter and summer vacations, and frantically swept through the shelves like a madman preparing for the apocalypse.
Since some school cafeterias reduce their service windows or even stop serving food on weekends, he can't afford to waste his precious time queuing for meals.
As Su Hao pushed the shopping cart, his mind raced, calculating the calories and nutrients he needed for the next three days.
He slammed a whole case of 20 bottles of 500ml mineral water into the car with a bang.
To prevent severe sodium loss from his body due to intense mental exertion, he ate a whole bunch of professional sports drinks like he was robbing someone.
As the cart passed the dried goods section, seeing the brightly packaged dried red dates, a sudden wave of longing for home and homesickness unexpectedly struck him.
He grabbed a large bag and threw it in, just for psychological comfort, and also took a large bag of mixed nuts that could quickly replenish high-quality oils.
Next is the main food section.
He piled his shopping cart full of dark chocolate that can be stored at room temperature for a long time, high-calorie butter cookies, and more than a dozen cans of ready-to-eat eight-treasure porridge, like stacking bricks.
Finally, he swept up a huge pile of high-calorie, hunger-suppressing Snickers bars from the shelf next to the checkout counter.
"These supplies should be enough for me to survive for a week, even if I were trapped in an air-raid shelter."
Standing in front of the checkout counter, the cashier glanced at the mountain of dry food piled up in his cart and couldn't help but joke:
"Young man, are you planning to go camping or on a trip somewhere?"
Su Haoqian chuckled twice, gave a vague reply, and didn't say anything more.
You can't talk about ice with a summer insect, so how could a mortal know how brutal the battlefield he was about to go was?
As he checked out and stepped outside, the wheels of his suitcase made a dull screech as they rolled across the pavement. The suitcase was heavy, as if it were filled with his ambition.
These are all carefully selected military supplies:
It has very little odor (so it won't attract cleaning staff), requires absolutely no dishwashing (saving extremely valuable time for calculations), and has an extremely high nutrient density!
It perfectly meets all the criteria for "battlefield rations"!
"Combat readiness supplies complete!"
Although this shopping spree nearly depleted all his hard-earned pocket money, he felt an unprecedented sense of peace and satisfaction looking at his fully packed suitcase.
Standing in the sunset at the supermarket entrance, he secretly clenched his right fist and forcefully made a silly "go for it!" gesture in front of his chest!
……
Ding--
On Friday afternoon, as the bell rang for the end of the last class, the atmosphere in the classroom instantly became as heated as boiling oil.
"Finally free! What are your plans for the weekend?"
"I'm planning to visit a few popular tourist spots, what about you?"
"Don't even mention it. I really envy you guys who are like gods. I'm stuck in my dorm catching up on the homework that's due next week."
The corridor was bustling with noise, crowded with students carrying backpacks, cheering and jumping for joy as they prepared to go home or go out and have fun.
With a smile on his face, Su Hao calmly waved goodbye to his familiar classmates.
After those figures disappeared at the stairwell, he silently turned around, like a lone boat going against the current, and walked towards the management center at the end of the corridor.
The staff member on duty at the service counter was a middle-aged man who had seen it all before.
He glanced quietly at the student ID Su Hao handed him, then looked at the note with Professor Liu's signature on it. After confirming that everything was correct, he nodded in a businesslike manner.
"Remember to return the access card when you leave after use."
Su Hao respectfully accepted the card that symbolized a battlefield pass.
"Okay! Definitely!"
As dusk falls, the setting sun slowly sinks behind the steel and concrete buildings, casting long shadows on the ground.
While most students had already cheered and left the school gates, heading towards their free weekend...
Su Hao, however, went against the flow of people, dragging his heavy suitcase, alone, towards the deepest shadow of the entire building.
drop--
After swiping the card, accompanied by an electronic sound, the heavy door slowly opened.
Perhaps because no one had used the classroom all day and the air hadn't circulated, a cool breeze carrying a hint of dust hit Su Hao the moment he stepped into the classroom.
Su Hao didn't turn on the light, but quickly walked to the window.
"Swish—swish—swish—"
With a blank expression, he pulled the rope, dragging down all the double-layered blackout blinds, completely blocking out any possible outside view.
This place has officially become his private territory!
He rolled up his sleeves and pushed and pulled several tables together to form a huge "U" shape, then placed a chair in the very center, as if it were the eye of the formation.
Then, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, he neatly arranged all the prepared materials on the table.
The reference books taken from the library were taken out one by one and piled up into a defensive fortress.
Finally, occupying the central position on the desktop were more than a hundred notebooks of various colors, with severely worn edges.
Su Hao stood in front of the table, his hands supporting him on the surface, gazing silently at the pile of notebooks that seemed to bear the weight of half his life.
After a long while, he picked up the top book.
Splash!
The sound of pages turning was particularly jarring in the deathly silent classroom.
What catches the eye is that the room is covered with colorful, childish colored paper.
Next to those colored papers, there were densely packed, crooked mathematical formulas.
Looking back now, it seems like an utterly absurd, even laughable, street vendor theory.
It contains theorems that are so simple and simplistic that even a high school student would scoff at them.
However, that little brat, whose nose hadn't even been wiped clean, stubbornly believed that he could accomplish that historic feat with this crude weapon!
On the yellowed title page, a line of large characters was prominently displayed.
[I must prove the Four Color Theorem!]
The crooked, illegible handwriting was so painful to look at.
Those were probably bold words I wrote when I was about four or five years old.
"call--"
Su Hao looked up at the incandescent light bulb on the ceiling and exhaled a deep, long breath.
The initial cause was clearly just a little boy's ridiculous curiosity.
At what point in his life did that half-joking map-coloring game become the ultimate goal he was determined to achieve at all costs?
Every time the deduction stalls, every time an insurmountable logical dead end is encountered, a new notebook is added to the heavy stack.
These hundred-plus notebooks, recording the number of failures, also transformed into the hardest armor in his bones and blood, forming the ladder he climbed to the altar...
Snapped!
A crisp echo rang out in the silent classroom, and Su Hao suddenly slapped his cheek hard.
Enough! Stop with that ridiculous sentimentality! Don't waste any more time!
He was like a ruthless surgeon, beginning the final dissection and classification of the past nine years of painstaking work.
He quickly divided the more than one hundred notebooks into three piles.
The first pile consists of garbage materials that are essentially sentenced to death and must be discarded.
Those early, presumptuous attempts at "area conservation conjecture" and "angle sum consistency technique" are utterly useless for the upcoming final proof and have been relegated to oblivion.
The second pile consists of pending data that is neither useful nor worth discarding.
Concepts like "adjacency index" and "direction index," which touch on the core of graph theory, might still be of some use in the margins of deduction, and can be kept as a backup.
The third set, however, consists of core notes that survived countless self-revisions and possess extremely high academic reference value!
"Dictionary of Boundary Patterns (Draft)," "Local Rule Table," and "In-depth Research on Parity Invariants."
These fruits of his countless days and nights of hard work absolutely deserve to be re-examined at this moment, as heavy weapons for conquering cities and seizing strongholds.
After sorting the chalk, he took out several boxes of chalk, arranged them neatly, and then walked to the wall.
Two movable whiteboards were pushed to the left and right sides of the blackboard, fitting together perfectly to form a huge circular calculation area surrounding it on three sides.
There's enough writing space! And more than enough scratch paper!
Looking at the cardboard box at his feet, filled with five large packs of thick A3 printing paper, he felt a sense of security and peace of mind.
After setting up the combat positions, he turned around and set up a "logistics support station" in the back corner of the classroom using unused desks.
Mineral water bottles were neatly arranged, along with disposable paper cups, a laptop with copied music, and a pile of high-calorie rations, all standing ready like an army's supply train.
Gudong.
In the silence, Su Hao heard himself swallowing very clearly.
An overwhelming sense of tension suddenly swept over us like a tsunami.
What if things are still not progressing as expected before sunrise on Monday?
What if this road ultimately turns out to be a dead end?
He questioned himself in his heart.
But the next second, that cowardly thought was crushed to pieces!
So what if we're shattered to pieces?!
The arrow is on the bowstring, and it must be released!
Su Hao had made up his mind to die. He had to put an end to the nightmare that had plagued him for nine years on this secluded weekend!
It's either it dies, or I die!
Su Hao walked to the center of the "U"-shaped desk and slowly sat down.
He closed his eyes, completely blocking out all external noise, and focused intently on activating every nerve in his brain.
One minute, two minutes passed.
The air inside seemed to have solidified.
Suddenly, Su Hao opened his eyes.
Those once gentle eyes now flashed with a chilling, razor-sharp light!
"Psyduck, let's begin!"