Seeing the tension rising, the others quickly rushed over to smooth things out—
“Old Bai, don’t be so petty, man. What if you scare the poor girl? We seasoned ‘old veggies’ gotta protect the young seedlings of our great nation!”
“So she said you got it wrong—no big deal, right?”
“Yeah, she didn’t take a chunk out of you. Why react like that?”
Old Bai: “?” Are we not brothers anymore?
Traitors. All of you!
“Little sis, you probably don’t know this, but your Brother Bai here is a top graduate from UPenn’s math department. You can say he’s ugly, loud, has a rotten personality, or is a withered cabbage—but never, ever say he got the math wrong!”
The aforementioned ugly, loud, rotten cabbage Old Bai: “?!” Excuse me?!
Just a second ago they were helping him, and now it was Jiang Fuyue’s turn.
The team coaxed her patiently—
“You’re young, maybe a bit blunt, but that’s okay. Just apologize—Old Bai won’t hold a grudge. Sure, he’s got a temper, but he’s not petty.”
“Exactly, your Brother Bai has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Right, Old Bai?”
Old Bai snorted, acting all prideful.
Old Jin immediately nudged him under the table and shot him wild looks: Say something! Give her a break! She’s just a girl—how hard is it to be nice?!
Finally, Old Bai grudgingly muttered, “Well… I forgive you!”
After a beat, he mumbled again, “On account of you being a young seedling of the motherland.”
Jiang Fuyue remained unmoved, not even blinking.
Suddenly, she looked up, tilted her head, and smiled slightly. Her tone was sincere: “But you really did get it wrong.”
Old Bai: “?!”
Everyone else: “……” Welp, she’s dead.
Just as Old Bai was about to explode and everyone held their breath in fear, Jiang Fuyue spoke again, calmly:
“Page two, step seven—the Newton-Leibniz formula for definite integrals. The value should be F(a) – F(b), but you reversed a and b.”
“…Huh?” Old Bai blinked in confusion.
Jiang Fuyue shoved the stack of notes he had just slapped onto her desk right back at him—confident, firm, totally boss.
“No one is right all the time, even top students make mistakes. What’s scary isn’t being wrong—it’s lying to yourself and refusing to admit it.”
Everyone stood frozen.
Old Bai, now dazed, grabbed the scratch paper: “Page two… step seven…”
Soon, he found it. He stared hard—sure enough, he’d flipped a and b. With the wrong substitution, of course the result was off.
And when he used the computer and AI, he’d manually entered the same reversed values—no wonder the outputs were all wrong too.
Gulp! Someone exaggeratedly swallowed.
Old Bai scratched his head, giving Jiang Fuyue an awkward grin: “Uh… sorry, little sis. I lost my temper before figuring things out. You were right—I really did mess it up.”
Jiang Fuyue’s expression softened—slightly. But still…
“First, my name is Jiang Fuyue.” What kind of cringey nickname is ‘little sis’?
“Second, you haven’t produced a single batch of data today. You planning to waste the rest of the day? You might not care about getting off work on time, but I do. Thanks.”
Everyone: “Yeah, we care too.”
Old Bai: “…”
In the end, he slunk back to his seat, tore off a few more sheets of paper, and resumed scribbling furiously.
He refused to believe it!
Meanwhile, beside Jiang Fuyue, a new head popped up—Old Jin leaned in with a grin: “Little… uh, Yueyue, how did you know exactly where Old Bai messed up? You didn’t even look at the scratch paper.”
Jiang Fuyue: “Lucky guess.”
Lao Jin: “…” Yeah right—girl’s slick as h*ll!
Suddenly, Old Bai shot up, eyes wide: “4.387! It really is 4.387!”
Everyone froze.
S-So… that number Jiang Fuyue casually rattled off earlier… was actually right?
