Reborn in 79, the educated youth wife regretted her divorce.

Zhou Limin sneered inwardly upon seeing this.

Fermat's Last Theorem is a world-class unsolved problem; how could this kid possibly solve it?

He's just bluffing!

Jiang Yang stopped writing in less than ten minutes.

"Okay, here you go."

Jiang Yang handed her the draft paper.

Zhou Limin took it with some skepticism, her gaze falling on the paper, her pupils suddenly dilating.

On the paper was clearly the proof of Fermat's Last Theorem.

Moreover, the whole process is concise and clear, with rigorous logic, and is even clearer and easier to understand than some professional books.

Her mind went completely blank.

This guy actually managed to explain Fermat's Last Theorem!

She felt a burning sensation on her face, her voice choked in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Yang chuckled inwardly as he looked at her shocked expression.

This is just a simplified version of Fermat's Last Theorem; the actual proof is far more complex.

Zhou Limin was filled with shame, but she couldn't bring herself to apologize.

Jiang Yang noticed her embarrassment and offered his hand: "Zhou Limin, academic debates are normal, don't take them to heart."

Zhou Limin paused for a moment, then reached out and shook hands with Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang's hands were broad and warm, giving her a sense of security.

She originally thought Jiang Yang was just a fame-seeking charlatan, but she never expected him to be so cunning.

Moreover, he was surprisingly magnanimous in the face of her deliberate attempts to put him in a difficult position.

She had to start to change her opinion of him.

Hu Kang and Sun Liang watched the whole thing and were also very impressed with Jiang Yang, so they all gathered around to ask him questions.

Jiang Yang didn't hold back and patiently answered their questions.

The puzzles that had previously troubled them were easily solved with Jiang Yang's guidance.

As Zhou Limin watched Jiang Yang speak eloquently, her heart stirred once again.

After leaving the study room, she quickly caught up with Jiang Yang.

"Jiang Yang, I..."

Zhou Limin stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Jiang Yang stopped and looked at her: "Zhou Limin, is there anything else?"

"I...I want to apologize for what happened today," Zhou Limin finally mustered up the courage to say.

"No need, we are all Professor Zhang's students, academic exchanges are normal." Jiang Yang said gently.

"But……"

Zhou Limin wanted to say something more, but Jiang Yang interrupted her.

"Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Don't embarrass Professor Zhang," Jiang Yang said earnestly.

Zhou Limin felt a chill run down her spine. Jiang Yang's words were like a wake-up call, making her completely realize the truth.

"Jiang Yang, I... I'd like to invite you to dinner to express my apology," she said, mustering her courage once more.

"I'm sorry, I already have plans," Jiang Yang politely declined.

Just then, Dong Xin walked over.

Upon seeing Jiang Yang, she immediately went up to him: "Jiang Yang, congratulations on being valued by Professor Zhang!"

Zhou Limin recognized Dong Xin at a glance. She was the vice president of the school's cultural club and a prominent figure on campus.

Seeing the two so intimate, an inexplicable emotion welled up inside her.

Zhou Limin walked up to Jiang Yang and Dong Xin, a slightly unnatural smile on her face: "Jiang Yang, Dong Xin, what's going on?"

Jiang Yang said frankly, "Dong Xin and I are just ordinary classmates now."

He paused, then added, "However, no one can say for sure what the future holds."

Dong Xin's face flushed red instantly, and she lowered her head, remaining silent.

This ambiguous answer made her heart pound.

This gave Zhou Limin a glimmer of hope, and her eyes brightened a little.

"Let's take a walk together, and have lunch together?" Zhou Limin suggested.

Dong Xin felt a little embarrassed to refuse and nodded slightly.

The three walked side by side on the university campus, and along the way they could hear people discussing Jiang An's novels.

"Hey, have you seen 'The Mist'? The plot twist was amazing!"

"Jiang An is a true genius; his novels are so captivating!"

"I wonder who Jiang An is. I really want to meet him!"

Zhou Limin had also read Jiang An's novels. She turned to him and asked, "Jiang Yang, do you know Jiang An?"

Jiang Yang smiled slightly: "I know him."

"Really? Could you introduce me to him? Everyone's desperate to meet him!" Zhou Limin exclaimed excitedly.

"Let's talk about it later," Jiang Yang said without offering further explanation.

"This Jiang An is really something. He wrote such a good novel, yet he kept it all hidden. He's so mysterious," Zhou Limin sighed. Then, she changed the subject and looked at Jiang Yang. "I still prefer smart people."

Dong Xin glanced at Jiang Yang secretly, wanting to see his reaction.

Jiang Yang chuckled lightly: "Then I wish Senior Sister will find your Mr. Right soon."

He didn't respond at all, as if Zhou Limin's words were just casual remarks.

A sense of security welled up in Dong Xin's heart, and her affection for Jiang Yang deepened even more.

This man is really composed.

The three of them went to a restaurant near the school and ordered several of the restaurant's signature dishes.

Jiang Yang wasn't in a good mood, and with Zhou Limin around, he didn't say much, just quietly ate his meal.

At this moment, Zhuang Yan'an and several members of the literary society entered from outside, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing Jiang Yang and Dong Xin, Zhuang Yan'an's face immediately darkened.

"Hey, isn't this Jiang Yang? What a coincidence." Zhuang Yan'an greeted him sarcastically, walked straight to Jiang Yang's table, plopped down, and without even asking Jiang Yang if he wanted to, ordered, "Waiter, bring us more food!"

He ordered sixteen dishes in one go, filling the entire table.

Dong Xin frowned: "Zhuang Yan'an, why did you order so much food? We can't possibly finish it all, it's such a waste!"

Zhuang Yan'an glanced at Jiang Yang: "If you don't have money, Jiang Yang, then forget it. This meal is on me."

Jiang Yang put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "Paying the bill is no problem, but you have to finish all the dishes you ordered."

"Oh, feeling sorry for him? A country bumpkin like you, you're no good at serving food, you're even worried about a few dishes." Zhuang Yan'an said with a mocking smile.

Jiang Yang's face darkened: "Cherishing food is a basic moral obligation of every Chinese citizen. Without morality, one is not worthy of being called a human being."

Enraged, Zhuang Yan'an slammed his fist on the table: "What did you say?!"

“I’m telling you, you’re wasting food and don’t deserve to be called a human being.” Jiang Yang met his gaze without fear.

Dong Xin stood up and blocked Jiang Yang's way: "Zhuang Yan'an, you've gone too far. You should leave now."

Zhuang Yan'an's face turned pale and then red: "Dong Xin, don't forget, you would never have been able to get the school magazine approved without my help. My uncle is the director of logistics."

Dong Xin's expression changed.

Her application for the school magazine has indeed been submitted, but the approval has not yet been granted.

Zhuang Yan'an smiled smugly: "How about it? Beg me, beg me and I'll help you."

Dong Xin's eyes were bloodshot, and she was on the verge of tears from feeling wronged.

Jiang Yang looked at her with concern and gently patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry, I'll help with the school magazine."