Top Student at Their Peak
Chapter 117 - 81: Can You Really Drink This Kind of Chicken Soup?

Chapter 117: Chapter 81: Can You Really Drink This Kind of Chicken Soup?

After Qiao Yu’s Weibo application was opened, it definitely brought some new users to Weibo.

For example, Qiao Xi.

Seeing her son had become a verified user, she also applied for an account and then immediately followed her son.

"Huh, I’m not the first, Qiao Yu, you’ve got over seven hundred followers in just a few minutes?" Qiao Xi felt a bit surprised.

"You don’t understand the influence of celebrities in this era at all!" Qiao Yu said with conviction.

"I often hear about the influence after celebrities mess up." Qiao Xi reminded him.

"Ha, cold knowledge, it’s impossible for a knowledge-based celebrity who has thoroughly studied the criminal code and local security management regulations, and has moral standards far above the social average while their public persona is below the social moral average, to mess up!" Qiao Yu replied seriously.

Qiao Xi was slightly stunned and said, quite frustrated, "Strange. You were raised by your grandfather, who has been strong all his life and cares about face, but how come you’ve become someone who doesn’t care about face at all?"

Qiao Yu seriously replied, "Dear Mom, please don’t underestimate the unconventional influence you have on a child inexperienced in the world."

"Get out!" Qiao Xi raised her hand and pointed towards Qiao Yu’s room.

"Okay!" Qiao Yu obediently rolled back to his room.

After all, he had won; the other side was clearly losing their cool.

...

Of course, apart from Qiao Xi, Qiao Yu also gained quite a few familiar faces as followers.

For instance, that cutie in the group who thought no one would consult math problems on Weibo also secretly applied for a Weibo and followed Qiao Yu.

Although he could directly consult Qiao Yu on WeChat, the anonymous feature on Weibo clearly appealed to him.

Even Yu Wei, far away in Linhai, did the same.

He didn’t even bind his bank card.

He would never spend money on this kind of public social app.

Not to mention, Yu Wei didn’t have a shred of goodwill for Weibo.

But he didn’t mind seeing just how childish this guy Qiao Yu could be.

...

After having his own Weibo account, Qiao Yu put it aside. He only occasionally checked in to see the number of his Weibo followers and whether there were any serious paid consultation questions.

Perhaps his fame wasn’t quite enough; after his followers increased to the number of 20,000, there was no more movement. As for paid consultations, there weren’t any at all.

However, Qiao Yu didn’t mind.

Mathematics is inherently a very niche major.

Moreover, the buzz around the Little Alibaba math competition had already been overshadowed by other matters.

Having 20,000 followers, he felt it was already quite good.

Boosting fame is like the Black MIT; you can’t rush it, or it would become substandard.

A high-end knowledge-based blogger like him couldn’t possibly gain followers by sensationalism like other bloggers, right?

He needed to take one step at a time; Qiao Yu believed that as he became more powerful in the future, the number of followers would surely grow.

Maybe he could become an opinion leader in the Huaxia math community someday. When that time comes...

Forget it, he wasn’t even bothered to think about what might happen in the future now.

He still had a long way to go and needed to study hard.

Ever since he told Xue Song on WeChat that he had finished reading the previous two papers, the other party had been available for contact 24/7.

In less than two minutes, he immediately sent over a video, asked a few questions, and upon finding Qiao Yu could answer them fluently, simply tested Qiao Yu’s English proficiency. Then, this professor from Yujiang University started sending him papers entirely in English.

He also thoughtfully gifted Qiao Yu with an activation code for a professional English dictionary app, naturally including specialized math English, urging him to self-study quickly. Once he finishes learning, he could start trying to write papers.

Of course, the papers had to be written in English as well. According to Professor Xue, Qiao Yu’s first paper should still choose to submit to a foreign journal.

Qiao Yu was fine with that.

It’s not about idolizing foreign things; the key is that the math level in the Western world is indeed a league ahead of Huaxia.

Not to mention during the Western Renaissance, Huaxia was still in one of the darkest eras of its history.

The most crucial thing is that from the 19th to the 20th century, as modern mathematics began to diversify into abstraction with the introduction of number theory, probability theory, topology, and abstract algebra, Huaxia was going through a unique historical phase many find hard to recall.

For a country struggling to stand up and fight for survival, it was impossible to simultaneously keep pace with the scientific developments of the world.

And if he wanted to choose a senior academician as a mentor, Qiao Yu naturally needed to accumulate more outstanding achievements.

Publishing articles in journals widely recognized by the Western world would, of course, be more convincing.

Otherwise, why would a senior academician, who originally didn’t plan to take students, make an exception for you?

Knowing Qiao Yu had been busy with the tasks Professor Xue assigned him, the good guy also expressed full understanding, telling him not to bother with practicing Olympic competition problems he found undemanding.

Anyway, with Qiao Yu’s level, getting into the top 60 in the National Competition wasn’t a big problem. He could thoroughly wait until joining the winter camp organized by the Mathematics Society to receive higher-level training.

The good guy even, together with Principal Zhang, informed Qiao Yu’s homeroom teacher and other subject teachers, ensuring that after the official start of school, Qiao Yu could do whatever he liked in class as long as he didn’t disturb other students. It wouldn’t be considered a violation of class discipline.