273: Chapter 273 was something they forced on me. Sigh, I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to.

"Damn, 21 years old, won the cole number theory prize, solved a century-old problem, graduated with a PhD from Peking University, and received two million in prize money. What was I doing at 21? I was still throwing a tantrum over losing a game of StarCraft. Comparing yourself to others just makes you want to die!"

Zhao Yang sat in front of the computer in his apartment, browsing the online comments with great interest for a while.

Watching the soaring popularity online, he suddenly remembered something.

He had recently signed an exclusive platform contract with Mr. Wang from Sina Weibo. According to the contract, he needed to maintain a certain level of activity by posting on Weibo every month; after all, Weibo paid him a signing bonus of 100,000 yuan every month.

Although 100,000 yuan was a drop in the bucket for Spark Technology, which was raking in money every day, he still had to uphold the spirit of the contract.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yang opened his Weibo account, which already had over eight million followers.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the two million-dollar checks on the table that he hadn't had time to cash at the bank yet.

He uploaded the picture.

The caption was very short, but full of humblebrag vibes.

"It was forced upon me. Sigh, I couldn't even refuse it."

After confirming everything was correct, he clicked send.

When Zhao Yang posted the Weibo, it was approved almost instantly.

This highly provocative Weibo post, just after being published, was like a giant magnet, instantly attracting countless netizens who were lurking online to swarm in.

The comment section below was refreshing frantically at a rate of hundreds of comments per second.

"Damn, the missing person has returned!"

"God Zhao posted on Weibo! Finally posted on Weibo!"

"Eh! I didn't expect God Zhao to be so interesting in private! I thought God Zhao's personality was the cold and aloof type! I didn't expect him to be such a humblebragger!"

"Holy crap? God Zhao has descended to earth? What kind of shameless statement is this! This is two million! Forced upon you? If you don't want it, you can give it to me!"

"Hahaha, you're killing me. God Zhao is crazily provoking jealousy. 'Couldn't even refuse it,' listen to that, is that human talk?"

"Brother in front, calm down. God Zhao really has the capital to show off. If you could prove the Goldbachs Conjecture, major universities would also line up to shove money at you, and you wouldn't be able to refuse it either (doge)."

"God Zhao: I didn't want to take it, but they gave me too much. Plus they used the identity of famous university presidents to force me to take it, I'm so aggrieved (funny face)."

"A new term has appeared: 'Zhao Yang-style helplessness.' Meaning: Too much money, don't want to take it but have no choice. It has been added to the 2010 luxury package of internet slang."

"To be honest, this version of God Zhao with a bit of worldly flavor is much more pleasing to the eye than Dr. Zhao, who is full of profound mathematical formulas on the podium. At least it proves he still likes money and is still a human being."

Zhao Yang looked at the frantically scrolling netizen comments on the computer screen, as well as the skyrocketing retweet and like numbers of his Weibo post in such a short time, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, and he smiled faintly.

He didn't go to reply to the comments. This slight public opinion interaction had already fulfilled the requirements of the commercial contract.

Closing the Weibo webpage, Zhao Yang focused his mind.

His eyes became deep and focused again, his terrifying IQ started at full power, and he continued to build mathematical models in his mind, thinking about Physics problems regarding the boundary states of topological insulators.

The third day after the commendation meeting ended.

The School of Mathematical Sciences, Peking University held a very grand appointment ceremony in the large conference room of the administration building again.

This time, the Peking University administration broke through the cumbersome routine administrative procedures and qualification assessment systems.

Under the witness of a crowd of white-haired old professors and school leaders.

The President of Peking University personally awarded the appointment letter for a full professorship at the Peking University School of Mathematical Sciences to Zhao Yang, who was only 21 years old and had graduated with his PhD less than three months ago, and directly granted him the highest status of tenure.

This meant that Zhao Yang's position within the academic system was now firmly standing at the very top of the pyramid.

After the appointment ceremony ended.

Zhao Yang, at the request of the School of Mathematics, went to a lecture hall to give an open class to hundreds of top students from the Department of Mathematics.

After finishing the class, he politely declined the celebration dinner arranged by the school.

After returning to the Peking University faculty youth apartment.

Zhao Yang decisively unplugged the internet cable, completely cutting off all social connections, and even turned off his phone directly, throwing it into the corner of the drawer.

He began a new round of deep seclusion.

After all, he already had the direction for his Physics paper, and what he needed next was time to grind it out; at this stage, Zhao Yang only had this goal.

After finishing this golden task, Zhao Yang would then activate that diamond-level optional task card!

Otherwise, being fickle would only distract him, prevent him from focusing on both ends, and only waste his time!

Although it seemed he didn't need to be so anxious, he was still young, and with the life-extension potion, he was afraid he could live at least over a hundred years, so wasting a bit of time didn't seem like much.

But Zhao Yang always felt that time was not enough; in the dark, he had a premonition that he needed to make himself and the Dragon Kingdom strong as soon as possible!

Perhaps, in the not-too-distant future, humanity will face an unprecedented crisis...

This was also the reason why Zhao Yang was so anxious; of course, he was human, and no matter how high his IQ was, he was still human.

Being human, one doesn't like hard work and exhaustion, especially after achieving success and fame, people are very easily prone to slacking off.

But Zhao Yang still maintained his tension, just because of that premonition, he needed to make himself strong as quickly as possible and make the Dragon Kingdom strong!

During this long month or so.

Besides occasionally going downstairs to eat, Zhao Yang only appeared in the public eye very rarely, twice. Once was to go to Spark Technology to sign some top-secret documents involving core patents, and the other time was to go see Li Yan.

Besides that.

For all the remaining time, Zhao Yang was completely sealed in that apartment of only thirty-something square meters.

In this month of isolation from the world.

He only slept for a short three hours every day, using the Deep Sleep skill and energy potion to forcibly maintain his brain's state of excitement.

He was conducting a manual calculation project that seemed almost crazy to the Physics community.

He wanted to use his LV6 level mathematics to forcibly analyze the complex nonlinear Schrödinger equations in Condensed Matter Physics, attempting to build a relatively perfect theoretical model for room-temperature superconductivity.

As the deduction continued to deepen.

The high-intensity mental output made the printer in the room work day and night. Draft paper filled with complex integrals, tensors, and matrices was messily piled up all over the room's floor, with almost no place to step.

Zhao Yang was like a tireless computing machine, constantly pushing the theoretical model of this Physics paper toward the direction of truth.

In the first week of seclusion, through massive Algebraic Geometry deductions, he completed the basic topological framework of the room-temperature superconductivity model.

In the second week, using complex Green's functions, he derived the partial differential equations for electron spin polarization under specific strong magnetic fields.

In the third week, using the mathematical tools of the renormalization group, he performed massive perturbative calculations, successfully eliminating most of the infrared divergence physical divergence terms that appeared during the analysis process and caused the theory to collapse.

The architecture of the entire model looked perfect, and the final result seemed within reach!