Transmigrated to a Period Novel as the Genius Antagonist's Birth Mother

Chapter 117: Training, Grandpa Jiang Falls Ill

"Professor Hang."

Cen Huai'an stood up from his chair, showing respect on his face.

"Don't be nervous, please have a seat."

Cen Huai'an nodded and sat down. He wasn't particularly nervous; he knew why Professor Hang had come to see him.

Sure enough, the next moment, Professor Hang spoke, "Do you know that I am a teacher at Jinghua?"

Cen Huai'an nodded, "Yes."

"How about it? Are you interested in joining Jinghua?"

Cen Huai'an knew that with his achievements, someone would come looking for him. However, he hadn't made up his mind about whether he wanted to pursue a career in mathematics.

He felt that there were still many unknown things in the world, and he wanted to explore more. He wasn't sure if he could dedicate himself to the study of mathematics.

Professor Hang didn't pressure him or sing praises about Jinghua. He just sat next to him, casually smiling, waiting for Cen Huai'an to make his decision, as if he hadn't come to recruit him to Jinghua.

After thinking for a while, Cen Huai'an turned to Professor Hang and asked, "Professor, how did you decide to pursue the path of mathematics?"

Professor Hang smiled and said, "Let me tell you a story."

Professor Hang's story was simple, unlike the mysterious backgrounds of some famous figures in history. He talked about his childhood experience of selling vegetables with his mother.

In the bustling market, where people were buying and selling vegetables, everyone haggled, passionately arguing over every penny.

Hang Ling watched his mother argue with the vegetable buyers, then looked at the shiny coin his mother won in the dispute, feeling that the money sparkled in the sunlight.

At that moment, whimsical thoughts crossed his mind: Why is money counted in increments of one cent to ten cents, and ten cents to one yuan? Why not eleven or twelve?

Hang Ling smiled as he said, "It was from that moment that I found numbers very interesting. They are not lifeless entities but exist in various aspects of our lives, in places we take for granted. Even if you don't pay attention to them, they are still playing their roles." Suddenly, Cen Huai'an felt like a beam of light had entered his mind. Hang Ling's words made him reevaluate mathematics.

"Professor, let me think about it again."

Hang Ling nodded with a smile, "Certainly, you should think carefully. This is about deciding your future path, not something to be decided lightly."

After Hang Ling left, Cen Huai'an frowned and thought for a long time. The sunlight outside went from bright and dazzling to slowly sinking. Finally, Cen Huai'an stood up.

He went to the hotel's public phone and called Chu Xia.

Upon hearing that Cen Huai'an could get a recommendation to Jinghua, Chu Xia didn't express immediate joy like other parents would. Instead, she asked him, "Do you like mathematics? Do you like it to the point of being passionate, feeling that life is meaningless without it, just like your father loves his profession?"

Cen Huai'an was stunned, repeatedly asking himself in his mind. Then he shook his head; he didn't want to serve mathematics for a lifetime.

"Then don't accept the recommendation. You can take the remaining time to think about what you love. I believe that even without the recommendation, you can go to the school and major you like."