Between Omniscience and Sensuality, He Chose Sensuality

Zhang Dagan took a deep breath to calm his excitement before speaking.

"I have here an essay written in classical Chinese. The content... I can't quite evaluate it. Come and take a look."

At Zhang Dagan's words, many of the examiners exchanged surprised glances.

"Is this for real? An essay written in classical Chinese? Who would dare to pull such a stunt? Do they really think a perfect score is that easy to get?"

"My guess is, some student is trying to take a shortcut or show off. Without real substance, they're just setting themselves up for failure."

Clearly, even if you write an essay in classical Chinese, scoring well isn't a given. In fact, you might end up with a zero.

But... after they read *Discourse on Teachers*, they were just as stunned as Zhang Dagan. The impact was beyond words.

"Holy crap! Did a student really write this?"

"Holy crap, I need to read this again!"

Zhang Dagan adjusted his glasses and said, "I could never write something this brilliant in my entire life."

The grading room erupted into chaos.

"Wait, could the student have copied this from the internet? Let's check... is it original or just a patchwork?"

One of the examiners spoke up calmly. If it was a patchwork, that would be one thing... but if it was original, the talent of the student who wrote this would be unimaginable!

Soon, the examiners started searching online, and what they found left them utterly shocked.

The repetition rate of the essay was less than 5%?

Which meant it was entirely original!

A student wrote this in classical Chinese during the exam?

That's terrifying!

For a moment, the examiners were at a loss, exchanging bewildered looks.

"What do we do? How many points should we give? Should we... give it a perfect score?"

A female examiner remained silent for a while before saying, "Let's call the team leader. This is beyond our authority."

And so, the grading team leader arrived shortly after.

He was an elderly man in his fifties, holding a thermos. As he walked into the room, he said, "Is it really as amazing as you all are making it out to be? A perfect score? You're all overreacting."

But five minutes later, even the team leader's expression changed.

"This... this was really written by a student?"

"Hold on... I need to make a call."

*Discourse on Teachers*, written by Han Yu, one of the Eight Great Prose Masters of the Tang and Song dynasties, is a timeless masterpiece!

This isn't just an essay; it's a microcosm of world culture.

Not giving it a perfect score would be a crime against reason!

In the end, after multiple evaluations, it was unanimously decided: a perfect score!

And the news even reached the education bureau. The shockwaves from *Discourse on Teachers* were just beginning.

...

Meanwhile, Jiang Che, the mastermind behind it all, was thrilled.

"This *Book of Mathematics and Logic* is truly a divine tool. It's like the ultimate upgraded version of Baidu!"

According to the system, mastering the *Book of Mathematics and Logic* would make him truly omniscient.

Even though it was only a fragment, the knowledge contained within far surpassed anything humanity could comprehend.

You could even find the complete proof of the Goldbach Conjecture in it.

Jiang Che could fuse with this fragment of the *Book of Mathematics and Logic* and become an omniscient being in human terms overnight.

But he chose not to. Who knows what kind of monster he'd become after fusing with it?

Omniscience implied a certain divinity, and the price of wielding such power would be losing much of his humanity—becoming cold, detached, and purely rational.

That wasn't what Jiang Che wanted. He had so many girls around him, and in the future, he could even enjoy eternal life with them.

If he couldn't indulge in his desires... he'd rather die.

"Still, this *Book of Mathematics and Logic* can be a useful tool."

Jiang Che smirked, thinking of Shen Yu.

This thing was practically tailor-made for Shen Yu. He had just been bragging to her, and now he had obtained this near-bug-level ability.

He quickly searched the *Book of Mathematics and Logic* and found answers to most of humanity's unsolved problems.

"Xiao Yu'er, you're not getting away this time. Hehehe~"

Jiang Che's laugh was downright sinister. He wasn't some grand visionary; he was more interested in girls than greatness.

Between omniscience and indulgence, he chose indulgence!

...

The Jiang household had been particularly lively lately.

Even Bai Jie, the little obsessive, had returned.

"Xiao Jie, did you steal my underwear before you left?"

Jiang Che glanced at the backpack behind Bai Jie. No doubt, it was filled with his personal undergarments.

Before she left, she had stolen seven or eight pairs of his underwear. Can you believe it?

Her obsessive tendencies were on full display!

Bai Jie didn't offer any explanation, just lowered her head, her hands clasped behind her back. Dressed in a floral sundress with twin tails, she looked every bit the innocent girl.

Jiang Che noticed that her style was becoming more and more like Yu Wan'er's.

Bai Jie's little schemes couldn't escape Jiang Che's sharp eyes. He reached out and gently pinched her cheek.

"There's no need to imitate others. You're you... and to me, you'll always be unique."

With that, Jiang Che leaned down and left a soft kiss on Bai Jie's smooth forehead.

"Oh~"

Bai Jie's mood brightened at Jiang Che's words.

She then took off her backpack and unzipped it.

"Jiang Che, I'm sorry... I took your clothes, but I washed them every time after using them."

Bai Jie was desperately trying to explain herself.

Jiang Che: "..."

Girl, you're not making sense. What do you mean by "every time after using them"? Explain that!

Looking at his underwear, now faded from excessive washing, Jiang Che was speechless. He couldn't even imagine what his clothes had been through.

"Jiang... Jiang Che, does... does what you said earlier count?"

Bai Jie stammered.

"What counts?" Jiang Che asked, puzzled.

"You said... not to imitate others, to embrace my true nature..."

"Yeah, that's right! Why should you imitate others?"

Clearly, Bai Jie was focused on the latter part—embracing her true nature!

Before Jiang Che could react, the girl threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his chest like a kitten reunited with its owner after a long separation. She wrapped herself around him like an octopus.

"Jiang Che, I missed you so much!!!"