I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Huang Mao sighed as he lay beside the low wall in the corridor. His hair was messy and tangled, like freshly caught seaweed. It would be easy to dry naturally after taking a bath.

"Brother Xie, why are you so melancholy?" Lou Jinghui suddenly lay aside and asked curiously.

"Don't mention it." Shekov sighed, unwilling to say more.

This kind of thing is really unspeakable. He was wrapped in a bath towel and waiting for Catalina's favor. He almost caught a cold while waiting.

By the time Catalina finally finished studying the last email, the ambiguous atmosphere had long since dissipated!

In fact, the cold atmosphere can be warmed up again as long as Lang is affectionate and concubine, but Naihe got inspiration from Song He's email and determined to stay up late to conquer the remaining forks and strive to hold another lecture before the end of the summit, so He kicked Shekov out of the room without mercy.

Shekov was very melancholy. Although all good things are hard-working, tonight was too much. I don’t know how to get into the atmosphere next time. Maybe I have to unplug the network cable first.

"Old Lou, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Shekov suddenly remembered something.

"Studying the topic on the top floor." Lou Jinghui said, feeling a little melancholy.

"There seems to be a large group of people gathered on the top floor. What are they doing?" Shekov became curious.

"What else can we do? Devitt's dinner!" Lou Jinghui said, "In the middle of the top floor is Devitt's dormitory. He put the topic on the paper outside the wall, and everyone gathered to discuss ideas. They were noisy for several hours. Now It’s basically gone and everyone is sleepy.”

"You guys are noisily discussing topics outside. Isn't it annoying that DeWitt is inside?"

"It's okay, he's old and deaf."

Shekov couldn't help but laugh and felt a little better. "Actually, there is no point in discussing it together. If you really know how to understand it, you will directly send the steps to Devitt and will not disclose it to others. When ideas collide, they can collide." Are you inspired? I don’t think so. DeWitt’s dinner is not something you can just eat, you have to be really capable.”

"It makes sense, but everyone is in a hurry and seeking medical treatment. I can't think of anything by myself, so I can only try my luck. What if someone else's words change my mind?" Lou Jinghui said, "This year's question seems to be particularly special. It was difficult. Deng Puhe passed by and took a look and said that the difficulty was twice that of last year."

"It's quite difficult. Katarina has been working on it all day, but it hasn't been finished yet." Shekov nodded, "I just gave up and had no hope at all. Having said that, it wasn't much easier in previous years. I remember last year, DeWitt There were five places for dinner, and in the end only two people succeeded.”

"When we were discussing ideas on the top floor, several people cried as we talked. They will be overage next year. This year is their last chance, but the questions are too difficult. It's disappointing!" Lou Jinghui lamented.

"Crying shows that I have pursuits and want to leave my name in the history of mathematics." Shekov also lamented, "I have failed. I just want to do some applied mathematics to make money. I originally had great ambitions, but later I understood. Mathematics is really a talent. You have a famous saying, are princes, generals and ministers born with noble blood? Mathematicians are really just a matter of seed."

"It makes sense." Lou Jinghui nodded in agreement, "Let's see how many rich people can sit on DeWitt's table this year! Maybe it will be like five years ago, an upset with no one on the list, and DeWitt is alone. Eat until the summit is over.”

…

Song He woke up, yawned, got up and picked up the tea cup to drink water.

It's already four o'clock in the morning, and it's so quiet outside that you can hear the night wind.

He stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, carefully arranged his wig and beard, confirmed that the image of a rough man was online, and turned around to go out.

Once outside, he knew there was little point in fixing his wig, as the corridor was deserted.

The paper on the wall flapped softly in the wind. Some papers were blank, while others were filled with writing.

At this time, the mathematicians all went back to sleep. The summit lasted for several days and they could not overdraw their energy. As for Song He, a non-human monster, he could fully charge and mana in just one hour of sleep.

He walked through the corridor and went downstairs. Along the way, he saw a few questions that he had completed before going to bed, and he wrote down the answers.

After wandering around, I went to the next building and looked at some question papers posted on the wall. Sure enough, the difficulty increased sharply, and I faintly exuded the aura of a strong person!

Song He was so happy that he came to the right place!

We took the elevator straight to the top floor. There were hundreds of people gathered on the top floor before. Now it was deserted. Only about a dozen young scholars of different skin colors were left, sitting cross-legged on the ground, blankly holding papyrus in their hands, looking miserable.

Song He went over curiously and looked at the question paper they were surrounded by.

Surprisingly, there was only one question.

He glanced at it and memorized the topic, stepped back a few steps, and thought silently with his hands behind his back.

It is indeed difficult enough!

No wonder it attracts so many people to stay up late to do it, the questions are quite exciting!

The excitement suddenly came up!

A true mathematician will inevitably be attracted by such a challenging problem. Just like a basin of blood poured into the sea, swarms of sharks will soon come. Song He was a little curious about the person who asked the question, but the curiosity only disappeared after a moment in his mind. If you like eating eggs, you don't necessarily have to get to know the hens. Solving the questions is business!

I put a few capsules in my mouth, my brain power is fully activated, tens of billions of brain cells are beating together, mobilizing all knowledge and experience to attack the problem!

Song He was immersed in the topic and quickly entered a state of full concentration, unaware of the changes around him.

The faces of the remaining dozen scholars became increasingly pessimistic, and they let out desperate lamentations one after another. They rubbed their faces sleepily and stood up to leave, like soldiers who had failed to attack a city and retreated, their backs bleak.

Half an hour later, the last scholar stood up and walked away, leaving only Song He standing there.

He stood motionless, like a driven corpse, standing outside the morgue in the middle of the night.

Everything was silent, but the intense process of calculation and proof reverberated in my mind!

"If N is an even number, then there is no non-zero tangent vector field everywhere on ts..."

"Applying Poincaré duality, you can get the elements in an n-order cohomology class K, that is, the Euler representation class of the tangent bundle..."

"Considering that Y space has a natural forgetting mapping, V can be defined as the last vector of forgetting..."

"From this, we can obtain a left-invariant vector field, and then equate the left-invariant vector field with the tangent space of the unit element..."

Song He's face was originally calm, but he suddenly raised his eyebrows while he was calculating.

Huh? Is this question so interesting?

It seems... there is more than one solution?

At least three or more solutions!

Song He calmed down. It was almost dawn. He should seize the time to come up with the simplest first solution before dawn. He could not delay breakfast and summit lectures.

After another half hour of standing quietly, my overheated brain suddenly relaxed, and then the answers to the questions and system prompts popped up in front of my eyes at the same time.

[Progress in mathematics detected, from Grandmaster level 20 to Grandmaster level 21! 】

Song He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and wiped the sweat from his head. These few hours were not in vain. The difficult problem was upgraded to a new level. A beautiful and fulfilling day began again!

He turned around and left. The steps to explain the proof were too long and took more than ten minutes to write. He was too lazy to write.

After taking two steps, he stopped again.

Since many scholars are enthusiastic about this problem, why not help others? It would be too troublesome to write down the entire process, but I could write some tips.

Song He stepped back again, picked up the mechanical pencil hanging next to him, and quickly wrote five lines of words under the title.

Putting the pencil back, he turned around and left. The rough man's back quickly disappeared at the end of the deserted corridor.

Its daybreak.

The door to the room suddenly opened, and a figure rocking a wheelchair came out yawning, his white hair as messy as Einstein's.