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However, when Jiang Fulai looked at him, upon reaching Tang Ming, he just sneered and said nothing more.
"Mr. Jiang, I..." Tang Ming started to speak timidly.
Jiang Fulai raised his hand, "Since I've taught you, don't call me Mr. Jiang."
Tang Ming: "...qaq"
Whimper, whimper, whimper, he's not John von Neumann, possessing a mighty brain, studying mathematics at 3, mastering calculus at 8, finishing undergraduate studies by 10 ... he's just an average top student.
There is indeed a barrier between geniuses.
All day today, Tang Ming had been showered with praise from the homeroom teacher and other subject teachers, after all, his progress had been remarkable.
Chen Zhu only scored 110 in math; in the past, Tang Ming wouldn't have dared to dream of such a day.
Yet here, Young Master Jiang didn't even bother to scold him.
Of course—
