Qiao Yu admitted defeat very straightforwardly.
Honor?
Doesn't exist!
He's a fifteen-year-old kid, nowhere near the time to care about honor.
If a bunch of professors really want to talk about honor with him, it shows they're the ones lacking it.
Come on, if you have the guts, come argue with a fifteen-year-old brat. Let's see who gets embarrassed when the word gets out!
This is the unstoppable and shameless age advantage, spread it and the professors would face social death.
But clearly, Qiao Yu overestimated the forum's crowd composition.
If it was just private chats with professors, that'd be one thing, but posting such a thread on the forum really broke many graduate students' defenses.
"Is this account hacked? Please show your method of solving equations before we talk!"
"Felt offended!"
"Hehe? High school student, do you think we would believe it?"
"Isn't it? Qiao Yu? It can't be the one from Star City Railway First Middle School, right?"
