227: Chapter 227: My Brother is Simply a God

"Brother!!!"

After the assessment ended, Xiao Yu jumped up on the spot, her phone tossed aside.

Her face was filled with excitement, disbelief, and admiration.

"You're simply, simply a super genius; no, even 'genius' isn't enough to describe you!"

She looked at Jiang Zhe suspiciously. "Brother, honestly, was it that night when you sud—ah, no, when you were in a coma, did you really connect to those akashic records? And then downloaded all the knowledge in the universe? Otherwise, how could you be so... so..."

For a moment, she was stuck, unable to find the words to describe her brother. An overnight success?

No, this wasn't just a single success; it was a multi-layered explosion of brilliance!

Jiang Zhe picked up a sugar-free drink from the table and took a sip. He didn't admit it, nor did he say anything, only giving a "you guess" smile.

"We've witnessed history!"

"One day, just one day, from high school to postdoc. Would a movie dare to film this? Would a screenwriter dare to write this? No!"

"Sure enough, reality is even more absurd than fiction!"

"I'm not watching a livestream; I'm witnessing the birth of a myth!"

"Who was it that said academic qualifications were useless? Come out and take a few steps. If you're not sick, come out and take a few steps!"

"Brother isn't just amazing; he treats the human knowledge base like his own backyard!"

"I'm kneeling, truly kneeling. My knees are shattered, the kind that can't be put back together."

"..."

Almost the instant the stream ended, those self-media bloggers and keen-eyed creators who had been watching Jiang Zhe's stream immediately compiled the day's events into brilliant scripts and video clips.

At this moment, the trending lists of major social platforms, news portals, and video sites were quickly dominated by Xiaoyu's brother once again.

"From Delivery Rider to Postdoc: The Real-Life Super God of Learning Conquers the Country's Top Institutions in One Day!"

"Everyone, click in and see what true crushing looks like! The complete record of the livestreamed defense of Xiaoyu's brother!"

"Super Genius Protected by State Secrets Exposed! Clearing Multiple Levels in One Day, Academicians Personally Award Degrees!"

"Earthquake in the Academic World? From High School Diploma to Postdoc: Is it a Systemic Loophole or Cheating?"

No matter which article you clicked on, you could see meticulously edited videos.

Jiang Zhe talking eloquently about the J-Sphere with Professor Sun, debating materials science with Professor Zhou; the amazing logic shown when questioned by Academician Fang about UAPs and Interstellar Visitors; and finally, throwing out [light pressure driving the universe, leading to accelerated cosmic expansion] in front of Academician Chen.

Every single viewpoint was no less shocking than a paper claiming the sun's interior is 36 degrees!

Below every video, likes and comments were growing at lightning speed!

"Is this really not a sci-fi promotional film released by the state?"

"I'm freaking twenty-five and still anxious about my postgrad entrance exams, while he's twenty-five and making academicians question their lives?"

"The most critical thing is, even though I don't understand what he's saying, it sounds so reasonable that even the professors can't refute it!"

"This is the kind of star we should follow; this is a true idol!"

"Let's see who dares to say Brother has no education now. To make sure Xiao Yu wouldn't be embarrassed in the future, Brother just went and got a postdoc in one day."

"I feel like, if there were an exam for academicians, could Brother pass it?"

"You're underestimating Brother. Brother is a xia country brain. The things gradually leaking out from Huaqing University—the state has already taken over, you understand? That's Brother's stepping stone to becoming an academician!"

"Hiss~~ From today on, I'm writing 'watching Xiaoyu's brother's livestream to study' in the hobbies section of my resume."

"I strongly demand the release of the full defense recordings; I want to study them frame by frame!"

"The Child of Destiny, he is absolutely the Child of Destiny. He's so handsome he could topple nations, and so smart he's the first all-around talent in twenty years to pass every subject nationally. He's definitely the protagonist. Wait, are we in a novel? Are we just the bystanders shouting '666' online?"

"Upstairs, bystanders don't have lines!"

"Then I, Yanzu, am a supporting character, hahaha!"

"..."

Meanwhile, in a second-tier city, at the home of a high school physics teacher.

Teacher Zhang finished watching the news-pushed video clip of Xiaoyu's brother, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

Looking at Jiang Zhe's exquisite face and being stirred by the [light pressure driving cosmic expansion] theory and the NASA evidence.

His wife, seeing her husband staring at this stunningly handsome guy in the livestream for so long, couldn't help but frown. "Old Zhang, you haven't stopped liking women, have you?"

"Nonsense!"

"Then why have you been looking at this handsome guy for two and a half hours?"

Old Zhang took off his headphones with a speechless expression and opened the pushed news. Only then did his wife show a look of disbelief. "This... can this be achieved by a human?"

Old Zhang didn't reply. His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the small room, from which came his son's shouting: "Go! Crowd control him! Nice! Pentakill! Hahaha, I'm carrying the whole team!"

This irritating sound instantly pulled Teacher Zhang from the internet back to reality.

With a face full of disappointment, he walked into the small room, pulling out his Septwolves belt from his waist.

Inside the room, a twenty-seven-year-old young man in a tank top and boxers was wearing headphones, dancing around in front of the computer. The screen clearly showed a game.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Hearing the movement, the son turned around, his face full of excitement.

Teacher Zhang didn't speak; he just walked over and yanked off the headphones.

"Dad?"

The son finally noticed his father's expression was wrong.

Teacher Zhang pointed at the clips of Jiang Zhe on his phone. "Look at him. Twenty-five years old, one day; from a high school diploma to a postdoc, fought over by academicians!"

The kid froze for a moment, glanced at the screen, and muttered: "Oh, it's just internet hype. Dad, you believe this? It's all scripted..."

"Scripted?" Teacher Zhang's face darkened, his blood pressure soaring. "I'll give you scripted!"

*Slap!*

"Ouch~ what are you doing? Hahaha, it hurts!"

"I want you to look at him and then look at yourself! Twenty-seven! The utility bill notice is pasted on the door, and you tell the property management that the adults aren't home? I'll give you 'adults aren't home'! I'll give you 'adults aren't home'!"

*Slap! Slap!*

"Dad, haha; Dad, stop hitting me, I was wrong! Ouch~ I was really wrong! I'll look for a job tomorrow; I'll send out resumes, I'll study!"

"From today on, the computer is confiscated. Phone time is limited. Every day, you're going to read books to improve yourself. If you can't learn in a year what he learned in a day, I'll break your legs!"

"Dad! Hahaha, hahaha, Dad, stop hitting me; I'm your biological son!"

The sounds of "filial piety" spread through the entire building. If one listened closely, they could also hear the sounds of parents in other buildings teaching their children a lesson.

...

On the other side, in Shanghai, at a top-tier members-only bar on the Bund.

The dynamic, noisy DJ was deafening.

In a booth, the young master of the Magic City Pharmaceutical Group, twenty-five-year-old Wang Qiming, was out of place with the surrounding revelry.

He leaned on the leather sofa, his phone screen showing a clip of the livestream that had just ended.

He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice someone approaching.

"Oh, Young Master Wang, staring off into space all by yourself. What's got you so absorbed?"

A handsome second-generation rich kid in an expensive red suit leaned over, putting an arm around Wang Qiming's shoulder and following his gaze to the phone screen. "Tsk, this guy looks... handsomer than me. What, Young Master Wang, has your taste changed recently? You're into this now?"

This guy's tone was very flippant, with the indifference and casualness of a superior toward an inferior.

"If you like this style, I'll have someone look into it and bring him over to have a few drinks and play with you. Isn't that just a matter of a single word?"

"You can say that about others." Wang Qiming slowly turned his head, his eyes narrowing. "But not him."

"Huh?" The rich kid froze, stunned by this reaction.

Wang Qiming shoved his arm off, clicked on the trending news, and held the phone up in front of him. "Look closely. One day. From high school to postdoc, recognized on the spot by academicians. Is this a common person you can just bring over to 'play with' whenever you want?"

The rich kid was stunned by the titles and images on the phone. "A postdoc in one day... that's pretty impressive... but Young Master Wang, there's no need for this. If you like high academic achievers, I can help you find..."

*Slap!*

A slap landed right then and there.

The sound drew the gazes of the nearby men and women.

Wang Qiming withdrew his hand, his face full of disgust and disdain. "Zhao Muxian, from today on, we're through!"

After saying that, he grabbed his coat and left the place that had begun to disgust him without looking back.

"Tsk!"

The rich kid watched him leave and snorted coldly. "If it weren't for your family's project, would I be sticking to you like a dog?"

After leaving the bar, he got into his black Ferrari worth over two million and called his father.

The call connected, and his father's somewhat surprised voice came through: "Qiming, aren't you supposed to be out playing with those friends of yours at this hour?"

Wang Qiming looked back at the high-end lights, his voice gradually becoming firm. "Dad, I've decided. From today on, I'm not going to waste my days with those fair-weather friends anymore."

"Hmm?" His father was stunned.

"I watched a livestream today," Wang Qiming paused for a few seconds, his tone showing realization and self-deprecation. "Someone my age did in one day what I couldn't do in a lifetime. He was originally a high school dropout, but for the sake of his sister's future in society, he spent one day taking exams online all the way from a high school level to a postdoc. In the end, even... problems that academicians couldn't solve were easily resolved by him in a few sentences."

"Dad, I suddenly feel like, besides having a little money, our family... has nothing left."

"Dad, send me abroad. I don't want to be a waste anymore. I want to go to the best business school. I want to bring back my graduation certificate—preferably an honorary degree—fair and square."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, so long that Wang Qiming thought the signal had cut out.

After a long time, his father let out a deep breath, his tone filled with an indescribable relief. "Good, good. It's good that you've come to your senses. Dad will support you with everything. Forget business school; as long as you want to learn, wherever you want to go, Dad will pave the way with money!!!"

After hanging up, the middle-aged business elite in a high-end office building had a smile on his face.

The screen of the phone in his hand was showing clips of Jiang Zhe.

"It's you, isn't it, young man!"

With those words, he directly entered the blacked-out livestream room and tipped 2 million yuan!

This immediately left the viewers lingering in the livestream room completely bewildered.

[Tipping 2 million to a black screen?]

[Damn, it's the Magic City Pharmaceutical boss, the official account...]

[Could it be that Brother's actions stimulated the good-for-nothing Young Master Wang?]

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