Chapter 6: You’re a Streamer, Yet You Understand Advanced Mathematics?

The special task force had been established for over seventy-two hours. Every minute, every second, He Yu’s every move was tracked relentlessly by their all-seeing surveillance system. Yet, the intelligence they received was as sparse as a blank sheet of paper.

The target: He Yu.

His activity pattern: a rented apartment, then a fifty-meter walk downstairs to a convenience store.

A simple two-point line.

Aside from his unwavering daily livestreams, he only ate and slept. No suspicious phone calls, no secret meetings, not even a single unusual food delivery.

So simple it was infuriating.

“Cunning. Too cunning,” Liu Jie rubbed his throbbing temples. This unnatural calm only strengthened his conviction that behind He Yu lurked a tightly organized, highly skilled anti-surveillance criminal syndicate.

He Yu was merely the perfect puppet they had thrust into the spotlight.

At this moment, the red number of viewers in that “puppet’s” livestream just surpassed two hundred thousand.

As donations skyrocketed, a new storm was brewing.

The scrolling comments flooded in like a tide of doubt.

“Host, you’ve collected the money, set up the official website, but what about the most crucial resource—the teachers? Where are the instructors coming from?”

“Exactly, you can’t be the only one teaching the entire school. What do you teach, live stream sales techniques?”

“Don’t bother asking. It’s all pie in the sky. Just wait for the host to crash and burn.”

“Let’s disperse. The script’s run its course. Next step: embezzlement and fleeing.”

The sharp skepticism almost pierced the screen.

He Yu watched the scrolling barrage of comments, his eyes showing no hint of emotion.

He knew that ordinary explanations would no longer quell this storm.

Trust needed to be forged through miracles.

Only by demonstrating another “extraordinary” feat could he firmly weld these wavering hearts to his cause.

“No need to worry about the teaching staff,” He Yu began, his voice soft yet oddly composed, instantly silencing the noisy chatroom.

He smiled faintly, focusing his mind inward.

A translucent, half-visible light screen unfolded across his retina, visible only to him.

System Marketplace.

Reputation balance: 850 points.

His gaze swiftly swept through the dazzling list of skills, finally locking onto a high-level entry shimmering with golden light.

[Top-tier Mathematics Master: 500 Reputation Points.]

[Effect: The host will acquire top-level mathematical thinking and knowledge surpassing the times, comparable to Gauss and Euler.]

This was it.

He Yu’s fingertip tapped lightly in the void without hesitation.

“Redeem.”

[Ding! Redemption successful! Current reputation balance: 350 points.]

The system’s notification sound faded as an indescribable torrent surged into his mind.

This was no mere knowledge infusion.

It was an endless stream of formulas, axioms, theorems, conjectures, and logical systems brought to life—not cold symbols but the universe’s fundamental structures and orders, reorganizing, recombining, and rebuilding deep within his consciousness.

His brain felt as if it had been transformed into an unprecedented supercomputer.

The mysteries of the cosmos became clear, visible, and calculable before him.

He opened his eyes, and the entire world in his vision had changed utterly.

The Brownian motion of dust in the air, the angle of light refraction, even the speed and frequency of the scrolling comments—all revealed a rigorous and elegant mathematical pattern.

He straightened his spine, his gaze piercing through the camera as if he could see every individual watching.

“Regarding the teaching staff, I hereby announce,” he declared steadily and forcefully, his words ringing like a hammer strike.

“The founding dean of the Mathematics Department at Longhai University will be none other than myself!”

The chatroom fell silent for a heartbeat.

Then erupted with volcanic bursts of ridicule.

“Pfft! Did I just hear right? A thrice-failed college entrance exam candidate wants to be the dean of a university math department?”

“The host knows how to play to the crowd—he’s shameless for the sake of popularity. I nominate this as the biggest joke of the year!”

“That’s some serious bragging—I swear even my grandma’s cow feels inferior. Newton’s coffin is practically shaking!”

Meanwhile, in the cyber police monitoring room of Jinling City.

“Bang!”

Young cyber cop Xiao Wang slammed the desk so hard the instant noodle cup shook three times.

“Captain Liu! This guy is way too arrogant! Too outrageous!”

He tore off his earpiece, his youthful face flushed bright red with anger.

“This isn’t just fraud anymore; it’s a blatant insult to our intelligence!”

Xiao Wang was one of the few top graduates in the police force, his university major: applied mathematics.

To him, He Yu’s current behavior was no different than a kindergartener claiming they could handcraft a photolithography machine.

It was the barefacedest insult to the discipline he loved.

“Captain Liu, let me confront him!”

Xiao Wang volunteered eagerly, his eyes burning with fervor.

“I don’t believe a fraudster could truly understand mathematics. I have a world-class math problem saved on my computer. I’ll ask him right now—guaranteed to expose him and reveal his true colors!”

Liu Jie’s deep gaze shifted between the screen and his excited subordinate.

He paused for a moment.

This was also a perfect chance to test them.

A golden opportunity to make the opponent slip up, even to force the exposure of the entire team behind him.

“Go ahead.”

Liu Jie nodded, uttering two words.

“Be cautious; don’t reveal your identity.”

“Understood!”

With permission granted, Xiao Wang immediately returned to his workstation, his fingers clattering over the keyboard.

He swiftly switched to a pre-prepared backup account.

Then, taking a deep breath, he typed into the chatbox, word by word, a phrase so daunting it would make any math student’s scalp tingle.

His fingertip hovered over the Enter key, a cruel satisfaction in his eyes, before he pressed down hard.

The next second,

A line of golden, bolded text, distinct from all other comments and carrying a tone of challenge, sliced through the screen full of mockery, appearing precisely on He Yu’s livestream chat.

“Host, since you’re so formidable, dare you solve the non-trivial zeros problem of the Riemann Hypothesis? If you do, I’ll immediately send you a carnival donation!”