dkrc Chapter 232 Sassoon Conjecture?
Chapter 232 Sassoon Conjecture?
On the banks of the Neva River.
Lead-gray dark clouds blocked the setting sun, heavy snow fell, and black and blue ice floes collided on the river surface.
The road was covered with snow, and citizens wearing coats passed by in a hurry. An old worker stood on the street spreading salt.
The blue brick building along the street, top floor.
Catalina opened the window and let the cold air flow into the room.
The scene in the room is quite fragrant, so fragrant that it needs to be filled with mosaics. She was wearing nothing, and her slim, bulging, smooth muscle lines under her tight skin were like those of a gymnast.
The cold wind blew in some broken snow. The snowflakes fell on her back and melted into water. The water droplets streaked along the pink and white back. Wherever it went, fine hairs stood up, like rivers nourishing the land and grass blades rustling. grow.
After a while of trembling, her sleepiness disappeared, she quickly closed the window, squatted with long legs, and knelt on the floor.
The wooden floor was covered with white scratching paper, and countless mathematical formulas were listed on it, occupying the entire room.
This is Catalina's habit. She lies on the floor alone in her room doing problems. Being naked makes her feel free and returns to her original nature. At this time, her thinking is the sharpest and she often solves problems with great success!
After writing on the paper for a long time, she frowned and reached out to scratch her smooth brown hair in distress.
So difficult!
Three days ago, she took over the work of Sassoon's conjecture. She used more than 20 methods to try to prove it. The writing paper was spread all over the room, but she failed repeatedly!
It was just a failure, but more and more loopholes were solved, which made her feel very depressed.
If you don’t understand, take a rest.
She rummaged through the pile of papyrus, took out the buried cell phone, and typed a message to Shekov.
"How's the battle going? Isn't Song He studying the Calabi conjecture? With such a profound content, he tried it beyond his own control. Should he give up now?"
Shekov: "It is true that he did not finish studying the Calabi conjecture and only learned part of it, but it was enough."
Catalina turned over and sat on the floor, leaning her back on the bed and crossing her long legs, "What do you mean?"
Shekov: "Song He optimized the window cleaning program to the extreme and successfully increased the speed by 310%. This work is completely over!"
Shekov: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Katarina. I lost the battle."
Katerina's eyes flashed with surprise.
She has been chatting with Shekov these days to pay attention to the progress of her work. Originally, everyone was busy improving the speed at a few points or more than a dozen points, but this time they actually increased the speed by 310%?
It seems that Song He is indeed not simple, and has strong math skills!
Catalina: "Why did you lose?"
Shekov: "I went the wrong way. In the past few days, I was obsessed with fine-tuning the program, trying to break through a little limit. Song He clearly realized that he had to find other ways to break the limit, so he learned a lot of new things and successfully applied them On to programming.”
Shekov: "I think I am better than him in terms of mathematical background, but his mathematical sense is sharper and he finds new ways to win. Maybe my thinking is too rigid."
Katarina sighed in frustration. Shekov's loss would undoubtedly disgrace the St. Peter's Mathematics Department.
If you go to Jinghai University by yourself, it will definitely be a different result!
As early as half a year ago, she had studied the Calabi-Yau theorem. Although she did not fully understand it, she had achieved some success. It was more than enough to lead Song He!
Catalina: "You have to regain your position. How do you win back the victory?"
Shekov: "There is no chance this week. It is said that there will be a mission next week. I will regroup and fight again!"
Catalina looked down at the scraps of paper on the floor and had an idea, "Since you have no work to do this week, why don't you come with me to prove your hypothesis?"
Shekov: "Okay, okay! What's your guess?"
Catalina: "Sassoon's conjecture, I'll give you another chance. If this conjecture is proven, I will consider going to Jinghai University for graduate school."
As she spoke, she took dozens of photos in succession with her mobile phone and sent them pictures of the papyrus on the floor.
Holding the phone behind her back, Catalina let out a long sigh, knelt down on the floor again, and continued to write down the calculations.
She actually didn't expect Shekov to prove Sassoon's conjecture. After all, he had always been weaker than her in mathematics.
But it seems that he is depressed, and finding him some work may cheer him up as soon as possible.
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The next day, early morning.
Song He walked out of the dormitory feeling relaxed and stretched in the sunshine.
The mathematics paper that speeds up the space window cleaning bug by 310% has been submitted and published smoothly.
Song He's paper will also be published in Cell at the end of the month, and more than a dozen derivative papers will be published in SCI journals later.
By then, the proficiency assessment score will definitely make it into the top 10,000. As long as you don’t miss the mark in the written test, you will definitely be promoted to the preliminary round!
He walked to the next door dormitory and knocked on the door.
Shekov opened the door, his lips were pale, his eyes were black, and he was swaying. The overall condition was like a corpse that had been dead for three days and had not been buried.
Song He took a step back in fright, "You stayed up all night again? The work of the space window cleaner is over. What are you busy with?"
"Prove Sassoon's conjecture." Shekov trembled, "I have been studying it all night, but I have no clue."
Song He was secretly frightened. Although he had proved the conjecture, the level of the Woolf-Gong conjecture was very low. In terms of mathematical conjecture, it was at the level of a novice village chief. He could defeat it with a little practice.
The Sassoon Conjecture is different. It is at least equivalent to the first gatekeeper BOSS. It is not enough for math professors with full-level accounts, but it is difficult for students to reach the sky!
I can help Shekov later. I owed him a favor for writing a paper last time.
But can this help?
Song He takes a look at his math prowess, gold level 75!
Then use the combat power detector to raise your hand and shoot.
[Shekov (Mathematics): Gold level 90! 】
The gap of fifteen levels is getting smaller and smaller.
Song He secretly made a plan to find some math problem books, brush up the level, and then turn around to help Shekov prove Sassoon's conjecture.
Although it is not impossible to kill by leaping through levels, it is still too tiring. It is easier to play steadily after increasing the level.
The two went to the cafeteria to finish their meal and parted ways.
Shekov returned to the dormitory and continued to prove Sassoon's conjecture.
Song He went to the School of Mathematics to find Professor Wang.
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School of Mathematics, Dean's Office.
A group of first-year students crowded around Professor Wang's table, looking downcast and aggrieved.
The midterm exam results had just come out and they had failed the class. They came together to plead with Professor Wang, begging the professor to change their scores.
"Professor, we are studying hard, but it's getting more and more difficult..." A girl with short hair faltered.
Professor Wang looked impatient, suppressing his anger and scolding the students:
"What's the difficulty? The line agent has been a purple-skinned Tongji for so many years, don't talk nonsense with your eyes open! Tongji line agent is very simple!"
"I have been teaching for so many years, and I am the teacher who knows how simple he is!"
"Sometimes I look for my own reasons. Have you listened to the lectures well over the years? Have you done your homework seriously?"
A group of students were speechless, and Professor Wang waved his hand to see the guests off.
The students left disappointed and the office became quiet.
"Dong dong dong!" The knock on the door sounded again.
Professor Wang looked back with disgust. After the exam every year, there was a steady stream of students who failed the exam and came to beg for mercy. He hated these poor students the most. For every low-scoring student, he tried to find a way to add equal points. He worked hard for a long time to get a few of them. The rest were really hard to get, so they came to beg for mercy.
But unexpectedly, the person standing at the door was not the failed students, but Song He.
Professor Wang's face suddenly turned gloomy and he said enthusiastically, "Xiao Song is here! Sit down, if you want to drink tea, pour it yourself!"
"Hey! A hero of the School of Mathematics!" Dean Cai also raised his head from the opposite side, "I applied for a reward for you, and it will be approved in a few days. I will notify you to collect it when the time comes!"
"Thank you, Dean Cai!" Song He walked to the desk and sat down, "Professor Wang, I have no work this week. I want to seize the time to learn knowledge. Do you have any mathematics books to recommend?"