Da Jin, the third year, June.
Chen Zigeng walked out of the Imperial College library and was immediately surrounded by the waiting students of the Imperial College outside.
"Zigeng, take a look at this mathematics problem," a familiar student stepped forward first, pulling Chen Zigeng along, "Can you see if this can be printed in the Imperial College's mathematics compilation?"
"Xu Changqiu, what did you just say?" Another student immediately glared, "We agreed to put all questions together, with Zigeng leading, for a fair vote by everyone. Yet, you're blocking Zigeng, wanting him to favor you... Don't make us look down on you with such tactics."
Xu Changqiu heard these words but didn't withdraw the question from his hand. Instead, he stuffed it into Chen Zigeng's hands: "We will gather all questions together, but it doesn't prevent Zigeng from taking a look first. After all, we are close friends."
