Chapter 10: I hope you remember your words (1/2)

I am surprised to hear Fang Qi say that. Does it mean that he thinks of me as a Fang for true?

I scrutinize his face. His eyes are dark and hostile. There is that unchanging scowl on his face whenever he sees me. I am really an eyesore for him. My existence is a dark blot on his pristine reputation. I am his bastard daughter with an unknown woman. I don't know who my mother is or what type of relationship she had with my father. But I can guess that he never wanted me.

He doesn't think or care about me. He is probably saying that because his prestige is hurt.

If he truly thought of me as his daughter, he would have cared about the fact that I am trying to buy a gigolo. Shouldn't he? He just wants to show off that he has money and the Fang family isn't treating me bad.

”Fang Aisa!” Wu Xiang barges into the office with a bunch of papers. ”I have called the professors at the university. The solution is correct.”

Of course, it is correct. I sigh. It's not that I am a genius. I stole it from the future.

In my previous life, Wu Xiang died of heart attack at the age of forty-three after finding the solution of a mathematical problem. The solution was significant because it was used to find a solution for another centuries-old mathematical problem by another mathematician.

Wu Xiang was one of those people who was recognised for their work after their deaths. In his life, he was treated worse than beggars. He was obsessed to solve that mathematical problem. He didn't care about his career or his life.

He was kicked out from his job when he was in London because he offended a significant figure during a discussion on the mathematical problem. He didn't get another job. Then, he came back to his homeland, hoping to find a job and a place to continue his research.

Things didn't work out here either. After a few months, he was kicked out of the university. Then, he took a job of a substitute teacher at H High School.

When I met him in my previous life, I didn't have any impression of him. I only attended his class once. After that, I didn't attend his classes and hid on the rooftop. He never bothered me to attend either.

When his case became popular, I got to know about him. Wu Xiang wrote the phrase on the solution, ”They hate to repeat themselves” before he died. He was still holding a pen in his hand with a content smile on his face.

When I read his biography, I realised that Wu Xiang loved mathematics deeply. He was similar to me. Even if I gave up on Sung Jun, I still wanted to see him again. Even my death couldn't free me from my obsession.

”I have told them about you.” Wu Xiang beams at me. ”We are going to test the solution with different conditions. We think that this solution can help us with another mathematical problem. They want you to come with me.”

I shake my head. I only told him the hint because I knew that he could solve it by himself after getting an idea. I didn't want him to suffer like the way he did in his last life. That doesn't mean that I don't want benefits. I am not a saint.

Benefits. Like Money or Favours. Not this hassle. Mathematics and me? Never!

”Who are you?” Fang Qi walks to Wu Xiang. ”What are you talking about?”

”Mr. Fang, he is the new substitute teacher for mathematics.” The headmaster answers Fang Qi awkwardly.

”Did I ask you?” Fang Qi glowers in his direction. The headmaster sinks down on his chair, trying to not stand out.

”Mr. Fang, I am her new substitute teacher for mathematics,” Wu Xiang replies thoughtfully. ”I think that your daughter is a mathematical genius.”

Fang Qi looks at him strangely. I roll my eyes. Why is it so unbelievable to believe that I can be a genius? I am a genius in a way. I have been reborn and I know the future. That makes me an extraordinary existence. Aren't geniuses are just people good at making the right decisions at the right time? Just having a high IQ doesn't make anyone a genius. Just look at Wu Xiang. He is a genius in mathematics, but dumb at other things.