"Hey, Napoleon, aren't you good at math? Why didn't you get a single question today?" On the way to the library, a classmate caught up from behind and shouted at Napoleon with a smile.

Napoleon frowned, but said nothing. Another classmate next to him responded dissatisfiedly: "Bonova, those questions are indeed too difficult. I dare say that although Teacher Joseph gave the final explanation, you still can't do it if you took out the original questions. Because you can't even understand the questions!"

"So what? I've never been good at math." Bonova laughed, "In two days, there will be military geometry classes. Then, let's see if our math genius will not be able to do another problem!"

While laughing, Bonova turned around and took another path. Aristocratic students like him who came to plating and plating would not have been honestly studying in the library after class.

"Napoleon, you don't have to pay attention to that kind of guy. They are just incompetent and want..." The classmate next to Napoleon looked at Bonova's distant figure and said to Napoleon.

"Anderson, I don't care about them at all. You are too excited." Napoleon said, "What should you do if a dog barks at you? Either ignore him, then pick up a big stick and beat it hard. Isn't it? But what about you just now? Who's the loudest voice you have compared to a dog? This is really..."

"What you said makes sense." Anderson touched his head, "If I had a big stick in my hand, of course I would hit his nose without saying a word. But the problem is, don't I not have a big enough stick in my hand? You know, although he is a vicious dog, he is a dog with a title, and what about me... the stick in his hand is bigger than mine. I rushed up like this, and I probably could not beat the vicious dog, but I didn't say a word, which made me angry. So I had to scold it."

"My brother said it." Napoleon said, frowned slightly, "Don't argue with the fool, because he will take you to a project that will compare with who is stupid, and then crush you with his rich experience in making stupid things. Although that guy is a bastard, what he said makes sense."

Speaking of this, Napoleon couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Indeed, Joseph was really too a bastard. In class, he first used the excuse of knowing everyone's current math level, and then "randomly named" the students to go to the blackboard to answer the questions. The previous few questions were all very simple, and even fools would not be wrong. The fools did not make any mistakes. But in the end, Joseph came up with another question, and it was actually not difficult. He just dug an inconspicuous trap in the conditions and deliberately added some misleading things to the language. Then, Napoleon was called up, and then, Napoleon, who was full of vigilance towards Joseph, thought the problem complicated, but failed to do it within the specified time.

Then Joseph politely asked Napoleon to return to his seat, and then quickly showed the correct answer to this question in a very concise way. Even those fools could understand it, and they also had the illusion that I would do. (A common feeling for poor students when facing many math problems is "to understand it as soon as they hear it, to be wrong when they read it." Of course, if Napoleon was thinking hard on the blackboard and they also followed it, they might also find that the question was not so simple, but the problem is that the reason they were poor students was that they could not use their brains as much as possible.)

Then when the get out of class was about to end, Joseph gave another question to "test everyone's mastery of the knowledge they learned today". Then he pointed out Napoleon again with the excuse of "the only one I couldn't answer the previous question". However, this question was really difficult. As a result, Napoleon still didn't do it until the get out of class was over. (Damn it, it was only two or three minutes before the get out of class was over, so how could it be done?)

"This guy is really a bastard! You must study hard, and you can't make this bastard so proud anymore!" Napoleon secretly encouraged himself in his heart.

The two of them walked into the library while talking.

While it was still dawn, the two of them borrowed two books from the library, and then went to the reading room to read the book together. In order to ensure the safety of the books, fire candles are strictly prohibited in the library, so the library will not be used as soon as it gets dark. (In the era when the electric lights were not invented, libraries around the world were basically like this) However, the reading room of the Paris Military Academy Library can provide free lighting. As long as you have a student ID, you can apply for a white candlestick on an iron candlestick, so the reading room can still be used at night.

Napoleon and Anderson took the candles, took the book into the reading room, preparing to find a place to sit against the window and sit down, and read the book before it got dark. After all, a candle can last for quite a limited time.

At this time, a man who was reading a book with his head down on a table next to a large floor-to-ceiling window suddenly raised his head and shouted to them: "Napoleon, come here!"

Napoleon looked over there and saw Joseph looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Shit!" Napoleon gritted his teeth, but walked over.

"Hello, Mr. Joseph." Anderson bowed politely.

"Anderson, do you understand everything you said today?" Joseph asked with a smile.

"Teacher, at first I thought I understood, but when I saw the last question, I felt that I didn't understand it at all. Until now, I still have no clue about that question." Anderson replied.

"There is indeed a great distance between mastering the basic knowledge and learning to apply it in practice." Joseph nodded, and then he said to Napoleon: "Then Napoleon, have you figured out how to solve that problem now?"

"I know how to answer now." Napoleon said a little dissatisfied. "In fact, I could solve it by just giving me a little more time."

"The speed of solving problems is also a manifestation of the degree of mastery of knowledge," said Joseph.

"So for the same question, your speed is only two-thirds of that of Mr. Monge?" Napoleon couldn't help but say.

This answer was beyond Joseph's expectations. He frowned and said, "Mr. Monge is indeed much better than me in terms of calculations. But in my opinion, my calculation speed is enough to support my research. But Napoleon, if you want to pass the graduation exam in advance, your current problem-solving ability is not enough."

"Ah, Napoleon, do you want to graduate early?" Anderson was shocked.

"Yes, my family is in a tight financial situation and I need to make money as soon as possible," said Napoleon. "And I hope to enter the army as soon as possible, rather than watching the foolish Parisian nobles all day long."

"I agree with you, but I won't let my subjects go. Napoleon, if you really want to graduate early, you should at least have the level that a true graduate should have." Joseph said again.

Napoleon understood that the "real graduates" mentioned by Joseph did not include those who were gilded, nor even ordinary graduates. The "real graduates" probably meant "excellent graduates". However, this high requirement did not make Napoleon feel resentful, because in his opinion, it was natural for him to meet such a requirement.

"Napoleon, if you want to graduate early, you must be very good." Joseph continued, "I have heard of your plans, so I have prepared a set of exercises for you."

While saying that, Joseph took out a small notebook from a bag placed beside him and handed it to Napoleon.

"Do it well!" said Joseph, then lowered his head and continued reading.

The days after that were very peaceful. Joseph either gave lectures, prepared lessons, and read books every day. Sometimes he wrote letters to Monges, Laplace and others on certain mathematical problems. He also published several papers one after another. In addition, Joseph, who had solved the problem of eating, brought his younger brother Lucien to Paris and arranged for him to study at the School of Louis the Great.

As for Napoleon, he had already made a request to the school to take the graduation exam in advance. For this reason, he was studying frantically.

The days passed slowly, and the goddess of spring swayed the corners of her skirt, and even a decent spring rain drifted away. After the dry spring, the dry summer continued.

The price of bread in Paris has increased again, up by a quarter from the end of last year.

This price increase is still within Joseph's tolerance, but it is very fatal to ordinary civilians. The Parisians of this era had no habit of going to the streets to march and demonstrate without any matter. Some people who could not survive in Paris left Paris, went to the countryside, or simply went to America to find a way out. Others who also could not survive in normal ways embarked on the road of survival in abnormal ways, such as theft, or even robbery.

However, these things still cannot threaten Joseph. He rarely leaves school, and the claws of those thieves cannot reach him. In fact, whether it is a thief or a robber, they can only cause real harm to those who also live at the bottom of society. As for those top people, not to mention the superior aristocrats, even the so-called "middle class" cannot easily harm these people. This is one of the reasons why some white leftists in later generations were able to continue to sing high-profile ignoring the various problems caused by the decline in social security.
Chapter completed!