mijobooks Chapter 37 Children's Words Are Innocent
Chapter 37 Children's Words Are Innocent
A female reporter, like an eel, squeezed to the front and held a microphone bearing the TV station's logo to Su Hao's lips, her eyes gleaming.
"Su Hao! I heard you've never attended any extracurricular tutoring classes!"
"So, at your age, you've achieved such remarkable results in mathematics. Is there any special, little-known secret to it?"
The entire room fell silent instantly. The reporters even stopped breathing, and all their cameras were fixed on the 12-year-old elementary school student.
Upon hearing the question, Su Hao thought about it seriously for two seconds, then gave a simple and honest smile.
"There's no secret; I just find math fun."
He paused, then added:
"Oh, right! Actually, I'm not entirely self-taught."
I had a very good teacher when I was young. He always sent me all kinds of rare and out-of-print books and gave me very important academic advice.
She was kind of my mentor.
"Oh? May I ask what that teacher's name is?"
The reporter's eyes lit up, as if he had caught some big news.
"I really want to tell everyone my name."
Su Hao shrugged, his tone extremely serious.
"But he repeatedly instructed that his identity must never be revealed."
He said, "...After I have made great contributions to the history of mathematics, it's not too late to mention his name then."
"..."
An eerie silence fell over the hall.
pause.
A full three seconds of pause!
The reporters' actions seemed to have been paused.
Then, everyone burst into laughter.
"Haha! What a humorous and witty person!"
"Little friend, I wish you all the best in achieving your goals and making a name for yourself in history!"
Clearly, in their minds, which are bound by common sense, they naturally assume that this is just the ignorant and reckless talk of a 12-year-old, or a humorous joke.
"It's time. Let's head towards the boarding gate."
Only Professor Hu, standing in the corner, twitched his eye, glanced at his watch, and quickly interrupted the interview, leading Su Hao away.
After walking a few steps, several familiar figures came into view.
Those were his national team teammates, and also some of the most prodigious talents in this land.
The prodigy Lin Shuwan is bidding farewell to her parents;
Xu Lan, standing to the side, was wearing an extremely incongruous black suit, looking just like a newly hired real estate agent.
Wang Shuo still maintained his unchanging bookish attire;
Meanwhile, Pan Xun, with his sunny and handsome appearance, was adjusting his sunglasses;
Finally, there was Zhang Wei, his face etched with a sense of vicissitude and tragic grandeur, as if he were about to blow up a bunker.
But the moment they saw Su Hao approach, these five top students, who were known as "geniuses" in their respective provinces, all showed a barely perceptible hint of... awe in their eyes.
Yes, reverence.
In the training camp, their pride, which had been built up over the years, was completely shattered by this child who was not even as tall as their shoulders, with a completely unreasonable "dimensional reduction attack".
Ignoring the complicated gazes of others, Su Hao walked to a corner, squatted down, and looked directly at Su Hui, whose eyes were red like a rabbit's.
"Don't cry, sweetie! Your brother is leaving now and will be back soon."
Su Hui cried all day yesterday after hearing that her brother was going on another long trip.
If Su Hao hadn't patted his chest and sworn yesterday that he would definitely win a gold medal to hang around her neck, this little princess would probably still be clinging to his leg and refusing to let go.
"Okay! I won't cry!" Su Hui sniffled, then held up her finger with a cute but fierce look.
"But you have to come back soon! And you promised, you absolutely can't forget my gold medal!"
Su Hao smiled, reached out his hand, made a pinky promise with his sister, then hugged her small body tightly and gently patted her back.
Standing up, Su Hao looked through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window at the plane that was about to take off on the tarmac.
"This journey has been so long."
It took him six years to get here from that dilapidated rural primary school.
What is an honor for others is just a boring process that is finally coming to an end for Su Hao.
Rationally, he knew very well that this was the only way forward.
Compared to the meticulously designed, tedious puzzles of the IMO...
What Su Hao longed for even more was to confront the mountains of unsolved mysteries that stood in the way of human civilization!
"Just be patient for a few more days."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the distant ocean...
It brought together 660 mathematical geniuses from 110 countries who had competed fiercely on the global stage.
This highly prestigious Olympic competition, in their eyes, is about to begin!
......
The bus drove smoothly in the hazy light of dawn.
As we approached our destination, the air inside the bus seemed to be drawn by some invisible sense of excitement.
Everyone couldn't help but lean against the car window and look out.
The British scenery outside the window is completely different from that of Daji County in China.
The low-hanging gray clouds, like a huge lead plate, pressed down on the sky, exuding the dullness and oppression characteristic of an old-fashioned capitalist empire.
Beneath that gloomy sky, the small, exquisite Gothic buildings and remnants of the Victorian era stand in orderly rows.
"Wow, we've arrived in England!"
Wang Shuo let out a sigh of disbelief, as if he had never seen the world.
Su Hao was the same.
Stepping onto foreign soil for the first time in his life, everything before him seemed novel and fascinating.
After passing through a rigorous entry screening process, IMO staff warmly greeted us.
Welcome to London!
Professor Hu straightened the hem of his suit jacket, strode towards the person holding the sign to greet him, and handed over the relevant documents.
The group boarded a bus that had been prepared in advance and headed towards central London.
As we drove along the Thames, Big Ben and the London Eye gradually emerged from the rain and mist.
"The opening ceremony is tomorrow."
Lin Shuwan took out her itinerary from her backpack and glanced at it.
The opening ceremony will be held at the Royal Albert Hall in London, a venue that has witnessed countless historical events and glories.
The bus drove out of the bustling city center and turned into a quiet residential area, and the scenery outside the window immediately changed.
The ancient buildings made of red bricks stand like silent guardians, with large lawns and courtyards spreading out between the brick walls, exuding an air of antiquity yet nobility.
"Those are the dormitories," Professor Hu said, pointing to the several academically-looking buildings in front of him.
Kingston University dormitories.
This is where delegations from various countries stayed during the IMO.
Several three-story buildings stand in a row, and in the front yard, national flags of various countries flutter wildly in the wind under the gloomy sky.
As soon as I got off the train, the damp, cold air of London, carrying the scent of dirt and rust, hit me without warning and went straight to my lungs.