Super God-Level Top Student

Fortunately, after seven minutes, Qiao Ze entered the small conference room on time.

Everyone immediately fell silent, their backs straightening even more.

It couldn't be helped. Despite his youth, Qiao Ze already possessed an imposing aura that commanded respect and fear.

Mainly, it was because none of the homework had been completed on time, which caused a sense of shame.

"The group meeting will start now. First, explain why you weren't able to complete your homework, in the order of your seating," Qiao Ze said as usual.

"Instructor Qiao, the main issue is that it's too difficult."

"Yes, me too."

"Hmm, there simply isn't enough time. Especially the part on analyzing twists; often by the middle of it, I just don't know how to proceed."

"The difficulty is too great, and the time is too tight."

"Instructor Qiao, I think my biggest problem is that I haven't fully understood the simplification of twists, especially the content related to the two-dimensional area theorem between the curve and the polar axis."

Qiao Ze's brow furrowed slightly. He really wasn't quite suited to mentoring students.

There was a sense of defeat.

As for Su Mucheng, if she couldn't be taught, it could be explained by a lack of prior knowledge. After all, Su Mucheng hadn't fully grasped the content in algebraic geometry, and the sudden increase in difficulty was not something she seemed to adapt to easily, which was understandable.

But these graduate students, even though they were admitted based on varying degrees of closeness, had all been specifically tested before coming. The basic knowledge they needed was very solid, and the familiar professors Li knew didn't make random recommendations.

In such a situation, if they still couldn't grasp the basic content, Qiao Ze felt it was highly likely because of his shortcomings as a mentor.

It wasn't that he didn't want to let them be independent; it just wasn't time yet.

If they couldn't get past the most fundamental parts of new algebraic geometry, it would indeed be too difficult to understand the later theories, let alone write high-quality papers.

A solution had to be found.

Qiao Ze fell into deep thought, while several people also closed their mouths, sitting there not daring to breathe heavily, afraid that a loud breath might disturb the mentor's contemplation.

"Why do you feel it's difficult? You are only dealing with the basics at the moment."

"Hmm..."

The five people looked at each other, puzzled.

In the end, the other four turned their gaze to Wang Yu.

Qiao Ze seemed more lenient towards Wang Yu, and now was the best time for him to answer such a question.

"Too abstract?" Wang Yu said, braving himself.

"Is this abstract? The two-dimensional area theorem between the curve and the polar axis is essentially about the impact of tiny changes in polar angle on the area element of an infinite sector. You can all handle definite integrals, so why not when it's applied to spiral space?" Qiao Ze asked with furrowed brows.

This time, Wang Yu didn't dare to speak up either, and the five of them were silent as if facing a chilling frost.

It wasn't actually difficult when spoken of, but the difficulty encountered while solving the problems was something only those who attempted them could understand.

It was because of these group meetings that everyone still appeared normal; outside, most were practically driven to madness.

Nobody dared to say that Qiao Ze wasn't a good mentor, or that he lacked understanding in teaching.

Moreover, Qiao Ze indeed had a magical ability. When he taught the students example problems, he really made everyone feel as though it wasn't difficult. They thought they had grasped it, yet the homework after class would prove to be incredibly challenging.

They were already at the doctoral stage, not master's—still experiencing that illusion of understanding during the lecture, only for their mind to later tell them they hadn't quite mastered it. It was genuinely embarrassing. Other than feeling guilty for not living up to the mentor's guidance, they couldn't even find excuses for themselves.

What was more shameful was that compared to other people's mentors, both Qiao Ze and Li Jiangao could be considered exemplary in the world of mentorship.

The expected funding had never fallen short by a penny, and the Mathematics Research Institute even had an additional stipend that was counted for them.

That stipend alone could cover all the expenses of a doctoral program.

While other doctoral students from the School of Mathematics could only live in double or even triple rooms or had to rent houses outside the campus, they enjoyed the same treatment as the research institute's staff, living in the same building, in single rooms with private bathrooms, and even had someone to clean the rooms, sparing them from doing it themselves.

It could be said that aside from academic work, they didn't need to worry about any other aspect of life.

In such a situation, to learn things halfway was indeed failing to live up to what was given.

The pressure was immense!

The initial excitement at the start of their studies had long since vanished, replaced now only by mountainous pressure.

The awe they felt for Qiao Ze, akin to looking up at a high mountain, also stemmed from there.

In truth, they always felt that there were many misunderstandings about Qiao Ze in the outside world.

This included the other researchers at the Mathematics Research Institute, because only those who extensively studied superspiral algebra and transcendental geometry, without even needing to delve into the Super Helical Coordinate System, could truly understand the value of pioneering this mathematical method and thought.

This stuff was almost equivalent to number theory, capable of directly serving as an intelligence filter.

As for Quantum Containment Theory, based on these mathematical thoughts, there's no need to mention it—it had almost driven the Western theoretical community to madness.

Lately, papers based on CERN's validation results were flying everywhere.

Had it been someone else, by now they would probably be traveling all over the world, accepting invitations to give lectures.

Probably only their Instructor Qiao would have the disposition to stay still in the research institute without going anywhere.

In this silently oppressive temporary group meeting office, the thoughts on both sides began to drift apart.

The students felt guilty, thinking they had let down their young mentor.

The young mentor's rare sense of responsibility led him to subconsciously consider how to change the situation.