What Zhao Xiancai thought of was that when he was participating in the training team at the Jiangning Branch of the High School Affiliated to Jinling Normal University, the teacher from the Shuimu Admissions Office mentioned Qiu Chengtong to him for the first time, and when he went online to search for some information about Qiu Chengtong,

I accidentally saw what happened between Qiu Chengtong and Peking University Yang Gang.

However, because Zhao Xiancai did not go online for this purpose in the first place, but to find out who Qiu Chengtong was, he did not have time to take a closer look at this matter.

At that time, after learning some things about Qiu Chengtong from Zhang Qiuyu and others through the Internet, Zhao Xiancai did not take Yang Gang's matter to heart, so he did not go to the Internet to find relevant information later.

But now that he saw that the dean was looking for him, Zhao Xiancai thought of the incident he had read on the Internet again, so he began to search for the corresponding incident on the Internet again.

"Hiss, when I took a quick look at it for the first time, I didn't pay much attention to it. Now that I look at it again, I didn't expect it to be a big melon."

When he walked to the cafeteria, Zhao Xiancai only understood the general process of the matter. As for the more specific details of the matter, further details were needed.

But just taking a brief look at it also aroused Zhao Xiancai's desire to eat melon.

However, just when Zhao Xiancai was about to bring the dinner plate to an empty dining table and eat melon while eating, he heard someone behind him calling his name, and the voice sounded very familiar.

Without even looking back, Zhao Xiancai could guess who was calling him from behind.

Looking back, Zhao Xian discovered that his guess was indeed correct. The person calling him was Song Liqun, whom he had met when he was in the provincial team.

"Did you just come from the library too?"

After saying hello to Zhao Xiancai, Song Liqun said to Zhao Xiancai with a smile.

"Well, you too?"

Zhao Xiancai picked up the phone and asked Song Liqun the same question.

"Yes, I just came out of the library and before I even took two steps, I noticed you in front of me.

You have applied for exemption from all three basic professional courses, and you still go to the library every day. Where are you studying on your own now?"

Song Liqun asked curiously. As an old friend from the provincial team, he naturally knew something about Zhao Xiancai's self-study.

It's just that they are not in the same dormitory, and he is in the Department of Probability and Statistics, while Zhao Xiancai is in the Department of Mathematics, and they are not in the same class. In addition, his own focus is also on his studies, so they usually communicate with each other.

It is not frequent, and the progress of Zhao Xiancai’s self-study is not clear.

"I found a copy of "Lecture Notes on Mathematical Models" and will start learning mathematical models next week. What about you?"

"Don't mention it, I'm still learning the latter part of "Mathematical Analysis", and I've just learned about Fourier series.

"Mathematical Model" is still a professional course for sophomores, right? After studying "Mathematical Model", how many required courses do you have left for sophomores?"

While Song Liqun was talking, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to look through the class schedule for the sophomore year of their math school.

"No, the compulsory professional courses that follow are the contents of the junior year." Zhao Xiancai said.

Song Liqun, who was flipping through his cell phone, stopped immediately after hearing what Zhao Xiancai said. Even the hand holding Kuaizi to pick up the vegetables also stopped.

He widened his eyes, looked at Zhao Xiancai with an expression of disbelief, and asked him: "What? It's gone? It's gone now?"

The second semester of your freshman year hasn't even started yet. You have to study all the required professional courses for your sophomore year by yourself?

Are you sure you're not kidding me?"

What he didn't know was that if it weren't for completing the system's tasks, Zhao Xiancai would have already finished studying the content of "Mathematical Model" and would have already started studying the contents of his junior year. There was no need to wait until the next semester.

"Yeah." Zhao Xiancai nodded, and after humming, he took a mouthful of food.

"Okay... I believe you won't lie about this kind of thing. It's just that your self-study speed is too fast and too outrageous. I can't accept it for a while."

After saying this, Song Liqun didn't say a word for a long time.

There was no way, Zhao Xiancai's answer just now exceeded his expectations and put a lot of pressure on him.

This semester, while he is learning "Mathematical Analysis" in advance, he also has to ensure that his grades in other courses this semester are at the forefront of the class. This is already a lot of pressure for him.

But now Zhao Xiancai has actually finished all the required professional courses for his sophomore year, which once again made him feel the gap between the two.

People like Song Liqun and others who have never seen Zhao Xiancai's evolution from a scumbag to a top student to a god of learning will be shocked every time they meet him again and learn something about him once they are separated from him for a period of time.

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After lunch, Zhao Xiancai did not go back to the library with Song Liqun. Instead, after saying goodbye to him, he rushed to the dean's office.

After arriving at the door of the dean's office and knocking on the door, Zhao Xiancai opened the door after a "Please come in" came from inside.

"Hello, Dean."

After seeing the middle-aged man sitting on the office chair in the office and writing something unknown, Zhao Xiancai shouted.

"Are you Zhao Xiancai? Sit down."

It was only then that Dean Yang stood up from his seat and walked to Zhao Xiancai.

"I heard that you have been studying on your own the content of later professional courses. I wonder where you have learned on your own?"

Dean Yang sat next to Zhao Xiancai and said to him with a smile. He seemed quite amiable and not as dignified as a dean.

"I'm currently studying "Fundamentals of Programming" and "Numerical Algebra". I'm almost finished, and I'm going to study "Mathematical Model" next week." Zhao Xiancai said.

"Mathematical model? This is the content of sophomore year, right?"

"Yes, "Mathematical Model" is one of the required professional courses for sophomores in our college in the second semester."

"So you have studied all the required professional courses on your own during the first semester of your freshman year and the first semester of your sophomore year?"

"I've finished my self-study."

"Besides the mathematical models that you haven't learned in the required professional courses in the second semester of your sophomore year, what else have you not learned?"

"Gone."

"Gone?"

"Well, no more."

Dean Yang is over fifty this year. After graduating from the Department of Mathematics at Jinling University, he came to Peking University to study for a master's degree, and then went to Harvard University in the United States to study for a doctorate. In the early 21st century, he was elected as an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

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Over the years, he has seen and heard of many mathematical geniuses. Even if you look at the world, there are very few mathematical geniuses like Zhao Xiancai.

Therefore, when I heard Zhao Xiancai say that he had almost completed all the required courses for his freshman and sophomore majors on his own, he was a little surprised for a while.

"Before I looked for you, I thought it might be faster to find you now.

However, it seems that it is not too early to find you now. Have you ever heard of the ‘Top Talent Training Program’?”

Yang Gang asked Zhao Xiancai again.

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