You say you have an iron will, are you serious?

Chapter 376 I need a powerful tool!

For any compact, simple gauge group, the Yang-Mills equations in four-dimensional Euclidean space have a solution that predicts the existence of a mass gap.

This is the formal formulation of the problem of Young Mills's existence and quality gap.

There is no doubt that this expression is like a heavenly book to ordinary people, and it is also like a heavenly book to most mathematics researchers, and they cannot understand it at all!

Ordinary mathematical researchers or other scientists will not study this problem because they are unable to do so.

Even the top scientific experts and top mathematicians will basically not delve into this problem because it is difficult to figure it out.

The problem of mass gap has always existed since Mr. Yang deduced the Yang-Mills equation.

Later, Higgs developed the Higgs field in an attempt to fill this gap, but it only made up a little bit.

So far, more than half a century has passed, and there is still no answer.

The solution to the Yang-Mills equation under the supercritical Hermitian condition previously deduced by Zhao Mo is the most in-depth research result in more than half a century, but it is still far away from success.

Wudaokou, in the office.

……

Many differential equations have no solutions, and only approximate solutions can be found using numerical analysis and computers/supercomputers.

沙~

rustle~

The pencil scratched the paper, leaving a mark and making a rough friction sound.

But now Zhao Mo no longer feels boredom. He had already overcome "boring" when he studied hard for the college entrance examination after his rebirth. From then until now, he has been studying without stopping, and he doesn't even know what "boring" is. Instead, I enjoyed it.

Some external affairs were excluded, including work and life, without exception, which gave him the feeling of "being in a cage for a long time and returning to nature."

Zhao Mo watched this scene quietly, but not a single thought in his mind was focused on this scene. His mind was filled with numbers, symbols, formulas and other mathematical contents floating around. They were combined from time to time, and then he held it from his right hand. The pencil flowed out and was imprinted on the manuscript paper on his desk.

In the past, the proofs of the ABC conjecture, the derivation of bounded distances between prime numbers, the development of high-thrust rocket engines, etc., were not done wholeheartedly but half-heartedly.

He probably hadn't studied a problem so seriously for a long time, and he enjoyed the process very much.

His heart was at peace like never before.

It was very quiet, which could calm his mind.

Time stretched out at this moment, and everything around him slowed down.

Dμ=I…”

Mathematically, the Yang-Mills equation is a system of equations, which are differential equations.

"...

Facing the setting sun on the horizon, the orange-red light shines in, illuminating all the dust particles in the air. The particles are distinct and slowly floating in the air. It drifts with every breath and breath, as if flowing in a river. middle.

The state of being busy with research paused and became quiet.

Yes, Zhao Mo doesn't think of this retreat as research anymore, but as sorting himself out, or even taking a rest.

Studying in isolation is undoubtedly boring.

His will, his spirit, and his wisdom were all devoted to the study of the problem of "Yang Mills' existence and quality gap". He was completely devoted in the true sense of the word, unprecedented.

Tr（T/aT/b=1/2σab）……

Only this time, he is wholeheartedly focused!

As a result, the construction work of the leading fourth-generation synchrotron radiation light source project has been put down, and any problems will be dealt with later.

Zhao Mo was swimming in the ocean of mathematics, feeling indescribably happy physically and mentally.

Of course, the difficulty of solving the Yang-Mills equations is extremely complicated, and even his LV8 wisdom, which is full of attribute values, cannot be found in a short time. He can only wander in the ocean of mathematics and keep searching.

Time has lost its meaning during this period.

He told his assistant Cai Bin that he needed to stay in seclusion until the end of the year. If he did not come out voluntarily by the end of the year, he must tell him the time.

Therefore, before Cai Bin took the initiative to tell him, time was meaningless. He did not need to consider time, he only needed to consider how to find the target.

Time is urgent?

urgent!

But will he be anxious?

will not!

Because it's useless to be anxious, and because his willpower that he has "cultivated" to this point does not allow him to be anxious.

"...Supersymmetry is the symmetry theory of Fermi and bosons, so this should be Majorana fermion~..."

"...The supersymmetry transformation here can domainize the Poincaré group...Pu represents the rotation and translation generators of the Poincaré group respectively,...so it can be constructed as follows..."

"The connection is the derivative of the metric, the curvature is the derivative of the connection, and it also includes the second derivative term of the metric..."

"...Riemann tensor...sieve method..."

Every thought is a flash of wisdom.

The light of wisdom flashed in Zhao Mo's eyes, and he was communicating with the senior masters through the air. However, as the communication deepened, he felt more and more resistance. The resistance he encountered when searching for the target was the waves surging in the ocean of mathematics that would stop his ship from moving forward.

I don’t know when, the orange-red sunset light disappeared, and the distinct particles of dust in the air disappeared instantly, as if they no longer existed like bubbles.

But Zhao Mo knew that those dust particles still existed, but without the sun's light, he couldn't observe them.

Subconsciously, Zhao Mo stood up and prepared to turn on the light.

But as soon as the person stood up, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "With the sun's rays, the dust particles are distinct and can be seen clearly. When the sun's rays dissipate, they are immediately invisible. This is the background light source." function. So, where is this solution? Where to find it? Maybe I should create a big background light source first..."

While thinking about this, he turned on the light. After sitting back down, Zhao Mo continued to look into the air above his head, looking for those visible dust particles.

I also put down the pencil in my hand and just looked at them quietly.

This time, the dust particles that could be seen clearly before were now visible again, but they were no longer clear, but became vaguely visible.

Zhao Mo didn't hesitate and knew the reason immediately.

The light of energy-saving lamps is mixed with the light of the outside world. In theory, it is enhanced, but in fact it is weakened due to the mixing, because light and light interact with each other.

"So, the background light source must be strong enough, and when there are multiple sources, one must be the dominant one..."

Zhao Mo murmured to himself, the wisdom in his mind turning crazily.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the light from the light bulb in the office became brighter and brighter, and the strong coolness made his body react involuntarily, stimulating his spirit, a formula and mathematical method suddenly jumped from the depths of his soul. Come out!

Maybe I should try this~

As his thoughts turned around, Zhao Mo subconsciously glanced at the lower right corner of the computer screen. The time displayed was 2011 pm on November 11, 30. He couldn't help but sigh: "Is it so late?"

He picked up the remote control of the air conditioner on his desk and turned on the heating function. Then he stood up and moved his body to soften his stiff body. Then he sat back down and picked up the pencil again. I started to continue writing on the manuscript paper.

沙~

rustle~

The rough sound made by the friction between pencil and paper was originally very harsh, but at this moment Zhao Mo felt it was extremely pleasant, as if he was playing the most beautiful piece of music in the world.

……

The next morning, when Cai Bin came to deliver breakfast, the lights in Zhao Mo's office were still on.

"Professor stayed up all night?"

Cai Bin was startled, feeling unusual, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

According to his observation, Zhao Mo never stayed up all night after seclusion. He just studied until very late every day. One or two o'clock in the morning was common, but he would definitely maintain a normal sleep, and then get up early the next morning to continue studying.

Now, Zhao Mo stayed up all night. There is only one explanation, and that is that Zhao Mo's research has made breakthrough progress.

Not to mention solving it, at least it has made great progress compared to previous research, right?

Cai Bin thought this, and then brought the breakfast in as usual. During this period, he tiptoed and didn't talk much or ask Zhao Mo questions.

When inspiration comes, sometimes it is very subtle and slips away without you noticing.

If he suddenly spoke up out of curiosity at this time, Zhao Mo might lose his inspiration. He couldn't afford the consequences, ranging from losing his job to being unable to get up for the rest of his life. Why bother?

On the way out, I met Zhou Zuojian who came over to see what was going on.

During this time, Zhou Zuojian would come over to check on the situation if he had nothing to do.

Cai Bin understands him very well.

"What's going on? You stayed up all night last night?"

Zhou Zuojian asked in a low voice, pointing to the lights in Zhao Mo's office.

"director!"

Cai Bin first greeted him respectfully, then nodded and replied: "I stayed up all night, and I'm still writing now~"

Zhou Zuojian said "Oh" thoughtfully, and then warned: "Okay, take care of Professor Zhao and don't let anyone disturb him. I think he has reached a critical moment."

Cai Bin responded quickly: "Okay! Director, please rest assured, as long as I am here, not even a fly can fly in and disturb Professor Zhao!"

Zhou Zuojian's mouth twitched, he said "hmm", then turned around and left.

Soon, time flew by~

At noon, Cai Bin came to deliver lunch.

After tiptoeing open the door and entering, Cai Bin saw Zhao Mo still leaning on his desk and writing continuously. His posture seemed to be exactly the same as when he saw it in the morning, without any change.

Cai Bin couldn't help but sigh, "This physical quality", and then put his lunch on the coffee table.

On the coffee table, the breakfast delivered in the morning was still there, untouched at all, and the milk next to it was also untouched.

"Yes, I didn't even eat breakfast! So the professor has been writing since yesterday all night and hasn't moved at all?"

Cai Bin couldn't help but take a deep breath, his body trembling.

When he turned around and went out, he was still sighing secretly when another acquaintance came over.

"Minister Tang Yao?"

Cai Bin was startled, thinking why he came to see Professor Zhao?

(End of this chapter)