[You have received the acknowledgment of John Carl Friedrich Gauss]
[Attribute Acquired: Memory +0.2 (Permanent)]
A 0.2 boost to a single attribute?
Li Dong’s heart skipped a beat.
That was an incredibly high value.
After all, the permanent attributes he’d managed to fleece from other great figures had never been more than 0.1 for a single stat.
For Gauss to give him 0.2 directly... that was some serious sincerity.
Immediately after, several more group notifications popped up.
[Description: In the year 1795, an eighteen-year-old youth sat at his desk in Brunswick and, with a quill pen, wrote down a complete mathematical method.]
[He did not publicize it, nor did he publish it. He simply placed the notebook neatly inside a drawer.]
[Fourteen years later, another scholar published the same method in a publicly released work, claiming it as his own. The academic world was in an uproar, and everyone attributed the discovery to that scholar.]
[The youth had since grown into a middle-aged man.]
[He did not argue. He did not refute. He did not publish a statement in any journal.]
[He simply retrieved the old notebook from 1795 from a drawer in his study.]
[And opened it.]
[Laying it out for all to see.]
[The handwriting of an eighteen-year-old looked as if it were written just yesterday. Every formula, every step of the derivation, bore the distinct dark-brown hue of dried ink.]
[The debate was over.]
[Not because his rebuttal was particularly eloquent.]
[But because he had never forgotten a single thing.]
[He remembered every detail of the method, the exact date he had written it, and the notebook’s precise location in the drawer—which level, which spot.]
[He even remembered the angle at which the sunlight had streamed into his study on that afternoon fourteen years ago.]
[The Prince of Mathematics never forgets.]
[For he knew deep down that in this world, there are always things that will be altered, plundered, and claimed by others when you least expect it.]
[And your only weapon is memory.]
[Remember everything.]
[Remember who wrote every formula, who conceived every construct, and when, where, and why every debt was incurred.]
[Then, when the time is right—open the notebook.]
[Let the facts speak for you.]
[This is a gift from the Prince of Mathematics.]
[You will gain a mnemonic ability etched into your very bones. It will not only give you a photographic memory but also grant you a ledger that can never be altered.]
The changes brought by the 0.2 increase to his Memory Attribute were almost instantaneous.
Every formula and derivation step from the seminar, every recursive relation Yang Shengguo had written on the whiteboard, even the micro-expressions on the faces of the professors in the audience...
...all of it was seared into Li Dong’s mind.
This level of recall was terrifying.
But Li Dong felt something wasn’t quite right.
He read the description again from top to bottom.
Gauss had invented the method of least squares back in 1795, but he found it too simple and inelegant, so he never bothered to publish it.
It wasn’t until fourteen years later that French mathematician Legendre publicly published the method of least squares, smugly proclaiming himself its originator.
Then Gauss, without a word, refused to engage in a war of words with him.
Instead,
he just slapped down his old notebook from fourteen years ago, a move that left Legendre’s face stinging as he reclaimed his rightful credit with irrefutable proof.
This plot... wasn’t it exactly the same as what had happened this afternoon in Sunshine Hall!
Jiang Yubai had taken Yang Shengguo’s core construct fifteen years ago.
Fifteen years later, Li Dong brought Yang Shengguo onto the stage.
Without naming any names, he simply had Yang Shengguo write out the layer-by-layer recursive filtered embedding scheme with his own hands.
And the truth walked into the spotlight on its own.
So the core meaning of this 0.2 Memory boost wasn’t just about ’remembering knowledge’.
It was also about...
"Holding a grudge?"
’There’s no way, Master Gauss.’
The corner of Li Dong’s mouth twitched.
’Don’t tell me you felt a sense of camaraderie because what I did today was just like what you did back then, and that’s why you desperately broke through dimensional barriers just to send me this red packet?’
Although Li Dong was internally roasting Gauss for his wicked sense of humor, his body was honest enough to check his attribute panel.
[Concentration: 0.4]
[Logic: 0.4]
[Memory: 0.6] (Special Effect: Memory Palace)
Li Dong was completely dumbfounded when he saw his Memory Attribute.
[Memory Palace Effect: This was originally just an ancient mnemonic technique for storing information by constructing a familiar architectural space in the mind.]
[But now, it has been given a hyper-dimensional materialization. An absolutely independent and infinitely expanding hall of thought will be opened within your brain.]
[Within this hall, you will not only possess the instinct for photographic recall, but you can also convert all sights, sounds, smells, and even temperatures perceived by your senses into tangible books or video archives to be categorized.]
[Inside the hall, you can replay any moment of your life at will. As long as it once appeared in your field of vision, you can pull it precisely from a drawer somewhere in the hall.]
His Memory Attribute had shot up from 0.4 to 0.6.
This was the first of Li Dong’s attributes to break the 0.6 mark.
But that wasn’t the main point.
The main point was that the passive effect, "Memory Palace," which was derived from his Memory hitting 0.6, was simply too ridiculously exaggerated!
With this thing, forget holding a grudge—he could create a separate archive for every dark secret of his enemies, from birth to death, and play it back frame by frame!
Li Dong took a sharp breath, forcing down his shock, and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
’Master Gauss, thanks.’
’Holding grudges? I’m great at it.’
Far away in Jiangcheng, Sister Er Pang let out a sudden sneeze for no reason at all. ???
「The next morning.」
"I’m afraid I’ll forever be that lonely square root of three..."
A phone alarm rang out.
Li Dong cursed under his breath as he shut off the alarm.
He glanced at the time: 7:15 AM.
After the seminar ended yesterday, he had originally planned to take Li Qin to Wangfujing for a look around today.
But Li Qin had refused.
"I heard from your Teacher Yang that you’re busy with some big project right now, and time is tight."
"You go handle your business, don’t worry about me! I’ll be fine just walking around the campus and taking in the Yan University atmosphere."
Li Dong knew Li Qin must have her own business to attend to.
But since Li Qin wouldn’t say what it was, Li Dong couldn’t do anything about it. He had no choice but to first meet with Old Yang and Penrose today.
They needed to discuss the project on extending the local-global compatibility of GL(2) to GL(n).
’I have to delegate the basic groundwork for the project first.’
’After I’m done with this, I’ll go straight to the hotel and find Mom.’
’Even if I have to talk until I’m blue in the face, I’m going to pry her mouth open today and find out why she really came to the Capital City!’
Having made up his mind, Li Dong grabbed his jacket and strode out of the dormitory.

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