dkrc Chapter 388 Master Tramp?
Chapter 388 Master Tramp?
Boarding the plane, first class.
Song He was stunned as soon as he entered. There was... a homeless man in the first class cabin!
The man had messy hair and an unkempt beard, with a face as thin as a goat. His black cotton-padded jacket and black cotton trousers were so dirty that they shone with oil, and there was a faint, vague smell.
The man had his legs crossed and his toes were dangling on a pair of muddy sneakers that hadn't been worn for at least five years.
The thick white paper was placed on his lap, and the homeless man was holding a mechanical pencil and scribbling on it with concentration.
Song He sat down in shock. A homeless man couldn't get into first class, but this guy's image was so rough. Could he be some kind of artist?
The plane took off with a bang.
The homeless man kept writing on a piece of paper, tearing it off, clenching it into a ball and throwing it on the ground.
The area around his seat was soon filled with paper balls, like a giant pile of popcorn, round and clustered into a huge pile.
The plane turned and banked slightly.
With a crashing sound, a large pile of paper balls rolled up, like small animals chasing each other, and quickly ran to Song He's feet.
Song He was originally writing a paper on his mobile phone. From the corner of his eye, he saw a ball of paper rolling on the floor, and felt itchy. Maybe the paper ball contained a manuscript abandoned by the artist?
He picked up a wad and unfolded it, but was stunned.
formula!
The entire paper was filled with mathematical formulas from beginning to end, and the fonts were like cursive writing, but he could still vaguely distinguish a large number of familiar formulas.
What the hell, is he a mathematician?
Song He was shocked, pulled out the combat power detector, and shot the homeless man decisively.
[An Yulong (Mathematics): Master Level 10]
Song He was shocked.
Such a slovenly and unkempt homeless man actually has such an elegant name!
The level is also ridiculously high, as strong as Professor Ma, and the biological level has just reached master level 01!
Song He was shocked and quickly picked up other pieces of paper, unfolded them one by one, and peeked at the formulas on them.
It was obvious that An Yulong was busy calculating a huge mathematical problem, which was confusing, complicated and weird, and definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Fortunately, Song He was not an ordinary person. He stuffed a few mental arithmetic capsules into his mouth, his eyes quickly brightened up, and he scanned each piece of paper quickly like a scanner, trying to piece together the original appearance of the math problem.
"Don't look, you can't understand." An Yulong said leisurely, his voice hoarse.
"Hello, teacher! I love mathematics and have also done some simple mathematical research." Song He said quickly, "What problem are you studying?"
"Have you done mathematical research? For example?" An Yulong stared at the paper and continued to write in his hand.
"Sassoon conjecture, Songkong conjecture, Woolf-Gong conjecture." Song He said.
"Oh? A student from the Department of Mathematics?" An Yulong had obviously never heard of these little conjectures. His attitude was indifferent and he didn't take it seriously. He lowered his head and wrote wildly, "You are too young and can't even understand the content on the paper. Right? Don’t think about it.”
After saying that, An Yulong stopped talking and wrote furiously.
He never glanced at the young man sitting next to him. After all, there was no need.
A strong person will not look at passers-by.
Song He stopped asking. He understood that if he wanted to talk to a lion, he had to at least show his strength as a wolf.
He collected the paper balls on the ground, unfolded them one by one, and after reading them, he folded them into squares and threw them on the ground.
First class fell silent and became a small factory floor handling paper.
Song He is like an assembly line machine, its function is to fold the crumpled paper into a square shape. An Yulong, who is sitting next to him, is a machine upstream of the assembly line. Its function is to continuously spray out spherical paper balls.
Soon, the spherical paper balls on the first-class floor became fewer and fewer and turned into squares.
Finally, Song He took a deep breath and spoke:
"Your work reminds me of the Fields Medal awarded in 1990. The mathematician Jones used polynomials to construct kink topological invariants. In the past, it was purely luck to determine whether two kinks were different. But after Jones's work was completed, even middle school students learned a little bit about it. All students can get the job done.”
"But what you wrote on paper went beyond that. You also tried to turn the kink into a transmission bridge and set the transmission efficiency of different kinks to calculate the optimal design of a certain path."
"At the same time, a large number of kink transmission bridges are connected together to form a cyclic structure similar to a low-dimensional manifold to solve the overall efficiency in the space. Finally, multiple spaces influence each other to form a complex giant system."
After Song He finished speaking, An Yulong's writing sound finally stopped.
The face as thin as a goat turned around, and a pair of eyes flashed with a sharp light like bayonets.
"What's your name?" An Yulong looked directly at Song He.
"Song He."
"Sounds familiar..." An Yulong turned his head and thought for a moment, "Aren't you from the biosphere?"
Song He subconsciously wanted to say that all human beings are mixed with the biosphere, but the aura of the opponent's math expert shocked him, so he could not tell this bad joke.
"The main reason why I did well in my biology project is that I am sensitive to various data." Song He explained, "If possible, can you tell me what problem you are researching? The student didn't mean anything else, he was just interested in all kinds of data." Curious about math questions.”
An Yulong's eyes narrowed, as if he was weighing whether the young man in front of him was worthy of his teaching?