I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

DeWitt took a deep breath of the morning breeze, took out the lighter and cigarette case from his pocket, and put one in his mouth.

A cigarette in the morning is better than a living god!

The door of the room opened softly, and a gray-haired old man walked out of the next room, holding a double-layered glass with tea leaves floating in it.

"Deng, are you awake too?" DeWitt greeted.

"Dewit, you get up so early too?" Deng Puhe said with a smile, "It seems that we are all old and the old man can't sleep long."

"Ashamed, we are both old men, but you drink healthy tea when you get up early, but I smoke an unhealthy cigarette." DeWitt took a deep breath and blew out the smoke from his nostrils, "I'm afraid I won't survive you. !”

"There is a saying in my hometown that wine is the essence of food. The more you drink, the younger you become. Smoking is the king of herbs. The more you smoke, the longer your life will be!" Deng Puhe said.

The two old men looked at each other, laughed, and then quickly stopped talking, fearing to wake up other colleagues.

Deng Puhe took a few sips of tea, walked to the door of DeWitt's room, and looked at the question paper on the wall.

On the paper... there are five lines of small pencil characters?

Deng Puhe raised his eyebrows slightly, took out his reading glasses from his pocket and put them on. He looked at the five lines of characters carefully, and after thinking for a while, he said in surprise, "Dewit, I remember you told me yesterday morning that the questions you asked this year were three. No one will make it within a day.”

"That's true." DeWitt gulped, "I feel like I won't be able to participate in the summit for a few years. It's boring to ask questions about pediatrics. Coming up with real questions is really too difficult for young people, let alone three days. Even after the summit, there may not be any young people who can do it.”

"You seem to have miscalculated." Deng Puhe said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" DeWitt turned around.

"Look here, someone has written down the key steps to explain the proof." Deng Puhe tapped the question paper with his hand. "If he can write these steps, he must have already figured out the answer. But what's strange is that this person didn't Leave your name.”

"Did you make it? You haven't left a name yet?" DeWitt was surprised, then took out his phone and looked through it, "I didn't receive the email either! What's going on?"

DeWitt was a little confused. This strategizing mathematical emperor had not shown a blank expression for many years.

Deng Puhe silently turned back and looked at the camera with a red dot at the end of the corridor.

…

Basong International Mathematics Summit, day two!

Song He rushed to the restaurant and saw a few unlucky students conscientiously playing the role of academic locusts.

Zhao Yiyi put a mountain of square cakes on her plate, including matcha cake, strawberry cake, chocolate cake and rum cake, and she was not tired of it.

Zhang Zhilei was even more important. She got a stainless steel basin from nowhere, and the basin was filled with half an old hen, as well as a lot of chicken soup and mushrooms.

Ding Yangze and Ning Mo were competing to show off their steamed buns. The two of them crazily stuffed the steamed buns into their mouths from drawer to drawer, finishing the entire drawer in the blink of an eye. The empty drawers were piled half a meter high and were still being covered. The building also rises.

Song He is numb. There are folk rumors that high school students eat so much that Zhu Bajie feels ashamed. Now he believes it. Although these academic locusts are already quasi-college students, they still retain the appetite of high school students. This fierce eating I'm afraid I'll choke and roll my eyes with such force that I won't stop.

"Teacher Tang!" Ning Mo's mouth was as big as a hamster's and she raised her hand to say hello.

Zhao Yiyi, Ding Yangze, Zhang Zhilei also saw Song He, swallowed what was in their mouths, and called Teacher Tang happily.

Song He immediately turned his back to them, who is Teacher Tang? I do not recognize!

He packed a few pan-fried buns in plastic bags, hurriedly left the restaurant, and went to the lecture venue in advance to grab a seat.

The first lecture this morning was a lecture by a world-class topology expert. You had to sit in the front row to watch the PPT demonstration. Topology is too abstract and many shapes are difficult to describe directly in words. It would be too much if you could only stand in the corridor and listen with your ears. Feeling bad.

Unexpectedly, there were very few people in the lecture hall, just a few.

Song He was stunned for a moment when he entered, and couldn't help but exit and take a look at the door number to confirm that he was right.

Shouldn't it? Isn’t it popular among mathematicians to learn topology these days? So unpopular?

Song He felt a chill in his heart. Most of his mathematical skills were in topology. At this moment, he felt a sense of fear that his hard-earned skills had become obsolete. It was similar to how he had just gritted his teeth and wanted to enter the palace to apply for the father-in-law. He suddenly learned that Emperor Xuantong He issued an edict to abdicate.

There was a dark Ah San in the corner, also eating fried buns.

Song He sat next to him and asked in a low voice, "Hello, friend, is this Gladstone's topology lecture? Why are there so few people?"

"Yes, it's Gladstone's lecture." Ah San spoke in curry-flavored English and spread his hands in confusion, "I don't understand why there are so few people."

Song He gnawed on the fried buns and waited, while Ah San lowered his head to do the questions and wrote and drew on the scratch paper.

Song He couldn't help but glance at it, and it turned out to be the question he did in the middle of the night. It seemed that this question was really popular.

"You can't do this." Song He said casually, "You can try to reduce the classification of connected compact Lie groups to the classification of simply connected compact Lie groups..."

"How can this work? It doesn't work at first glance!" Ah San shook his head.

"Sure, trust me." Song He bit the bun.

"No, no, no." Ah San shook his head and shook his finger, "Believe me, my friend, your road is unreachable, but mine is."

"That one of yours will never work." Song He snorted coldly.

"Stubborn, you are very stubborn! You are also very arrogant!" Ah San waved his hand, "Are you an associate professor?"

"Me?" Song He shook his head, "I'm a lecturer."

"Then you have to believe me, because I became an associate professor at the age of 26, and I will be promoted to full professor before the age of 30. This topic happens to be the direction I am good at." Ah San said proudly, pulling the scratching paper aside He tugged and blocked it with his body, "I have a feeling I'm going to get it out soon. I won't show it to you later!"

Song He smiled and said nothing more. If the other person was humble and eager to learn, he would be willing to give some pointers. If the other person didn't learn, he would be too lazy to teach. Do you like it?

Suddenly, there was a continuous noise in the corridor!

Immediately afterwards, a huge crowd poured into the lecture hall!

Song He and Ah San beside him were stunned. Why had no one come for a long time, and so many people suddenly came in? It’s neater than a tour group!