Awakening Elementary School System in University
Chapter 2: Little Love Saint

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Little Love Saint

"Zihan! Quickly, pull up the iteration records for the asymptomatic transmission coefficient from our third-degree fit!"

"And the covariance trend chart for the asymptomatic transmission coefficient every time we adjusted gamma!"

Dashing from the podium to the computer, Shen Yan’s voice was filled with urgency.

But this time, it wasn’t frustration—it was a frantic urgency.

At the same time, Li Zihan’s fingers flew across the keyboard, and in no time, she had pulled up the data Shen Yan needed.

Along with Zhang and Sun, the four of them were huddled in front of the computer screen in less than five minutes, verifying Chen Lin’s claim.

As for Chen Lin himself...

’Uh, I guess there’s nothing left for me to do here, right?’

He glanced at the four people crowded together, intending to say goodbye before he left.

But after calling out a few times and getting no response, he could only slip out of the study room quietly and get back to delivering meal boxes.

He walked out of the math department’s building and got on the second-hand bicycle he’d bought for 100 yuan. As he rode toward Dorm 8, Chen Lin couldn’t help but think back to that feeling he’d just had.

’How should I put it... It wasn’t like a sudden flood of information pouring into my brain.’

’Nor did the system directly tell me where the problem was or how to solve it.’

Instead, it was more like he suddenly understood those equations.

A complete, instantaneous understanding.

’If I had to describe it, it would be... the feeling of being a genius.’

’So, the system is definitely real.’

’But why do I get the feeling something’s not quite right?’

...

"Hey, here’s your meal box. Two meat dishes, one vegetable, 18 yuan total."

Half an hour later, Chen Lin handed the last meal box to a guy who had just woken up.

His "part-time delivery job" for the day was now over.

He had delivered 13 orders in total, earning 26 yuan, which was slightly above average.

He went to the cafeteria, bought a bowl of rice noodles, and checked his bank balance while he ate.

28,322

He was just over a thousand yuan short of his short-term goal of 30,000.

That’s right—Chen Lin wasn’t from a poor family. While his family wasn’t particularly wealthy, they were well-off enough that he never had to worry about food or clothing.

His monthly allowance of two thousand yuan was even considered upper-mid-range at Yan University.

The reason he delivered meal boxes was simply because he wanted to earn a little extra money.

He found great joy in watching the balance in his account slowly increase.

’Speaking of which, I probably don’t have to do this kind of manual labor anymore, do I?’

Putting down his phone, he slurped up some rice noodles and began to ponder how he could use his math skills to make money.

’If I can really reach the point where I can "correctly solve any mathematical problem," making money should be a piece of cake.’

The Riemann Hypothesis, the Goldbach Conjecture, the Hodge Conjecture...

Even though Chen Lin was a liberal arts major, he had still heard of these famous unsolved math problems.

’If I solved one of them, wouldn’t that bring me instant fame and fortune?’

’Forget money—the country would probably have to assign soldiers to protect me.’

Hiss...

At that thought, Chen Lin suddenly shook his head. He decided it was better to keep a low profile for now.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to contribute to the country, or even all of humanity.

It was mainly that he didn’t feel ready.

Besides, he couldn’t explain how he had suddenly become a math genius.

’I’ll just put it off for now.’

’First things first, I need to go earn the money I’m supposed to earn.’

He polished off the rest of the rice noodles in a few bites, stood up hurriedly, and ran straight to the bus stop outside campus without even stopping by his dorm.

It was Saturday, and he had two tutoring sessions in the afternoon.

At night, he had to go play guitar at a bar.

’Hmm... In the future, I can stop delivering meal boxes and quit tutoring, but I’m definitely going to keep playing the guitar.’

’After all, there are a lot of cute girls at the bar.’

Standing at the bus stop, Chen Lin pulled out his phone, about to chat with a dance student from the Southwest Academy of Fine Arts he had just met yesterday.

But then...

[Host has been detected showing interest in the opposite sex!]

[Although dating young is wrong, geniuses are an exception!]

[Mission Requirement: Give a piece of candy to a member of the opposite sex.]

[Reward Title: Little Love Saint]

[Little Love Saint: When facing any member of the opposite sex to whom you are not related by blood, your charm is increased by 50%!]

Chen Lin: "..."

’I’m sure of it now! There’s definitely something wrong with this system!’

...

...

"It’s... actually solved..."

Meanwhile, just as Chen Lin was running to a supermarket to buy candy, the four in the study room had finally finished verifying his theory.

Staring at the fluctuating curves on the screen, Shen Yan checked them over and over again before finally slumping into her seat, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Just as Chen Lin had said, the solution was indeed simple.

It was just that they hadn’t noticed the "effect of the gamma value on the asymptomatic transmission coefficient" before, which had led them down the wrong path.

She, in particular, had been on the verge of scrapping everything and starting over.

"By the way... isn’t he a liberal arts major?"

With the problem solved, someone finally remembered Chen Lin.

The one with curly hair, Zhang, looked at Li Zihan in a daze and asked for confirmation, "I remember you saying before that he’s in the liberal arts department."

"That’s what he said."

Li Zihan pushed up her glasses, equally puzzled. "There’s no reason for him to lie about something like that, right?"

"Then how could he see the problem with our model?"

Zhang grew even more bewildered. "And he only glanced at it for a few seconds, right? That’s just insane. Did you show it to him before?"

"Of course not! The competition isn’t even over. How could I possibly send our model to someone else?"

"Then what’s going on?"

The three of them looked at each other, unable to make heads or tails of it.

Given the circumstances, there seemed to be only one explanation.

"Could it be... that he’s actually a genius?"

The short one, Sun, ventured quietly, "Like in the movies, you know? The main characters who’ve never even been to school but can solve complex math problems in their heads."

"Hmm, that’s possible. But why is he studying literature?"

"Well, geniuses are always eccentric. Maybe he’s just not interested in math."

"What a shame. It would be great if he could join our math department."

"Yeah, I bet all the professors in the department would treat him like a precious treasure."

"Huh? Hey, should we tell Teacher Xu about what happened today?"

"Ah, that might not be a good idea. If he doesn’t want to study math, we’d just be causing trouble for him."

"That’s true... Oh, right! He helped us solve such a huge problem. Shouldn’t we thank him?"

"Definitely! How about we go buy him a gift this afternoon?"

"What should we get?"

"How should I know? I’ll ask the guys in our class..."

Huddled together, the group chattered away.

Shen Yan, who had been silent the entire time, waited until they were finished before suddenly asking:

"Zihan, can you ask him to come back? I still have a few questions for him."

"Huh? Okay, I’ll ask..."

Li Zihan paused for a moment, then lowered her head and sent Chen Lin a message on WeChat.

She quickly looked up and said,

"He said he has something to do this afternoon and has already left campus."

"Then could you please... Actually, why don’t you just share his WeChat with me?"

"Okay, I’ll send it to you now."

"Thanks."

After thanking her, Shen Yan picked up her phone and sent Chen Lin a friend request.

As soon as he accepted, she immediately fired off several messages.

_Hi Chen, this is Shen Yan._

_We’ve verified it. Your idea was correct; the problem really was with the asymptomatic transmission coefficient._

_But I still have a few questions I’d like to discuss with you._

_Are you free tonight?_

_No matter how late, it’s fine. I can wait._