Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 314: Chapter 213: What to Do with a Mathematics Master Sitting Downstairs? _2

"What were the two arguing about? It was about the relationship between geometric curve functions and numbers. Professor Zhou Li believed that numbers could be expressed using geometric curve functions, while Zhao Yi argued that a number is just a number."

"The two argued endlessly about this, and you might not understand. What’s there to argue about numbers? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, can there be any more to say?"

"But this is actually a debate about mathematical principles — a debate about the understanding of math itself. When studying arts, everyone has different understandings."

"I support Professor Zhou Li’s view that the analysis of complex mathematics indeed could explain the simplest digits. I even debated a few points with Zhao Yi at that time."

"Of course, this does not involve right or wrong."

"Concepts, understanding, there is no right or wrong."

"..."

Zhao Yi was sitting in the back row listening. At first, he was intrigued, thinking that Hu Zhibin made some sense and explained the concept clearly.

Later, he felt something was not quite right.

"Were there other people that day? Was it my first time seeing him?"

"There were indeed a few teachers in the office at that time, but none of them spoke up..."

"Did this Teacher Hu, ever debate with me?"

In actual fact, Hu Zhibin was just making an offhand comment. He knew he was not on par with Zhou Li, let alone Zhao Yi.

Yet, he still wanted to place himself on the same level as Zhou Li and Zhao Yi, debating mathematical problems with them, seemingly holding his own ground.

He simply wanted to elevate his own status, letting students know that their math teacher is not inferior to top professors or students with significant research achievements.

Whether the students understood this hidden meaning didn’t matter much.

Hu Zhibin felt quite satisfied after saying all that.

Next, it was time to get down to business, "This class we will discuss functions and limits, a lot of which has already been covered in high school..."

Hu Zhibin has ample teaching experience. He lectured non-stop for over forty minutes, giving the students a five-minute break halfway through, before he continued explaining a few classic problems based on the knowledge just covered.

After discussing two problems, Hu Zhibin wanted to invite a student to answer a question.

A question appeared on the projection screen. After allowing everyone to think for a moment, he raised his head to look around the class.

Suddenly.

A sleeping figure in the last row caught his eyes.

Hu Zhibin was severely short-sighted; he couldn’t tell who the student was. However, it was utterly disrespectful that this student fell asleep in the first class. Angrily, he shouted, "You there!"

"The one in the middle of the last row, lying face down. Could the student next to him please wake him up?"

Fan Lei also looked a bit tired, but upon hearing Hu Zhibin’s words, he suddenly perked up. His face even displayed some schadenfreude, but it wasn’t clear if it was aimed at Zhao Yi or Hu Zhibin.

"Zhao Yi, wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"The teacher is calling you!" Fan Lei gave him a hard shove.

Zhao Yi was sleeping soundly.

Initially, he didn’t plan to sleep in the first class. But then Hu Zhibin began his lengthy lecture, and when the teaching started, it was only about functions and limits.

Of course, these had no meaning for him.

Zhao Yi had been researching for three days straight and felt exhausted. Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn’t used his "Rest Coin" for a long time, and soon fell into a deep sleep on the desk.

Finally!

After so many months!

Finally, he could earnestly earn a "Rest Coin". He even dreamed of sleeping in his dream, and the system kept reminding him in his ear, "Study Coin+1, Study Coin+1, Study Coin+1..."

"Zhao Yi, stop sleeping! The teacher is calling you!"

Zhao Yi was jolted awake by the nudging, looked up and saw the whole class looking at him. Groggily, he stood up.

"You were sleeping quite soundly, huh? We’re only in the first class, and you’re already nodding off. College still lasts four years."

Hu Zhibin criticised him firmly before asking immediately, "Let’s see the problem on the screen. Do you have any ideas?"

Of course, he did not think Zhao Yi would have an idea, he just wanted to make things harder for the sleeping student as a small punishment, just to uphold his dignity as a teacher.

This drew a wave of laughter from the students.

Hu Zhibin found the laughter odd. While it was normal to hear laughter, why did the tone sound off?

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Finally, Zhao Yi understood. He looked at the problem on the projection screen, thought for about ten seconds, then cautiously said, "Two-sevenths?" freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Teacher, the answer is two-sevenths."

Hu Zhibin frowned upon hearing this, "I didn’t ask for the answer..." then he asked doubtfully, "How did you know the answer?"

"Oh, oh."

Understanding dawned on Zhao Yi, "You want the whole process? It’s like this..."

"Firstly, divide the numerator and denominator by one-third of x cubed, because as x approaches infinity, both the numerator and denominator have limits of infinity."

"After the division, the denominator becomes 2 plus one-third of x, plus x cubed... then the limit of the infinitesimal is found. The solution is two-sevenths."

Zhao Yi explained the entire process in one breath.

The entire class was stunned.

No one could keep up with his thought process, including Hu Zhibin. He gave such a detailed explanation, one would need an extraordinarily agile mind to follow along and construct the mathematical formula.