I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 774 How To Forage In Sandstorm Weather

【Dear Song He：】

[I have been approved to participate in the International Mathematics Summit in Hasatsu City next month, and have been given the opportunity to speak on the first day. I plan to give a report on Song He manifolds, which can be regarded as my declaration of war for the Fields Medal! 】

[Will you go to the summit? If you go, can you share the stage with me to give a report? After all, the presence of the person who proposed the Song He manifold will make my report appear more authoritative, (●'◡'●)]

【Katrina】

Song He was secretly shocked. This girl is really going to use Song He's manifold to win the Fields Medal. She's so brave!

Why are there emojis at the end? Does it mean that Mao girls can also be cute?

After thinking about it for a while, he quickly wrote a reply:

"Katrina:"

"I will go to the summit, but my identity is too sensitive to be made public. I will use a pseudonym and dress up in disguise. Please do not call me by name when you see me. Once my identity is exposed, I will have no choice but to leave in embarrassment."

"I'm sorry that I can't share the stage with you to give a report. My main task at the summit is to eat, and I don't plan to make a public statement. However, if you need it, I can write some materials in advance to supplement your report."

"Are you ready to officially sprint for the Fields Medal? Have you completed a solid proof of the Song He manifold? I want to know how far you have progressed."

"I am not currently in a confidential unit. The signal is clear and I can send WeChat messages directly."

"Song He"

After waiting for a moment, the email was still sent.

[I am still at the launch center and can only use email]

[Since studying the Song He manifold, I have experienced major breakthroughs in mathematics. Several times, I even found key inspiration in my dreams, and I suddenly became enlightened after waking up! 】

[When I wrote to you last time, my level was still lower than that of my teacher, but now my level is higher than that of my teacher, and I believe it will be higher than yours.]

[Let me show you my current work progress, I hope you can understand it, and I hope you can give me suggestions]

The series of photos below are all handwritten explanation steps. The fonts are bold and huge. They were obviously written quickly when the thoughts were flowing. Song He quickly pulled the mouse and there were more than 20 pages!

Have you proven so much? Isn't it about to be proven?

"There are so many. I'll read them now and I'll give you an answer after reading them." Song He replied.

In the quiet dormitory, the young man lay in front of the computer with his eyes wide open, his back arched like a prawn, extremely focused.

According to the last cooperation certificate, he can still crush Catalina with his strength. Now it's time for a secret contest again. He must not let this hairy girl gain the upper hand!

Song He frowned while reading. Some steps were quite difficult, and he couldn't understand them even after reading them several times.

Is Catalina's math level really far ahead?

Putting his hands on the keyboard, he quickly searched for mathematics papers. He still remembered a few words from some cutting-edge papers, which were somewhat related to the proof steps written by Catalina. He had to read them while studying.

There was a sound of wind outside the window, the sky was dim and dark red, and the sand hit the window glass, making a rustling sound.

Song He didn't notice at first, until some fine grains of sand flew through the screen window and flew into his neck.

He was slightly startled, remembering that his watch had vibrated a few hours ago, saying that there might be extreme weather due to sudden changes in air pressure.

Get up, go to the balcony and close the window. Outside the window is already red and yellow like the surface of Mars, and a sandstorm is coming!

…

Kobainur Space Launch Center.

The sand hit the windowpane with a snapping sound. The intensity of this sandstorm was rare.

The room is filled with books and bundles of newspapers, like an old library warehouse. An old man and a young man sit behind the computer and wait. The bald and majestic old man wears reading glasses, and the girl with soft hair turns around with a pencil in her hand. go.

Suddenly, an email popped up on the screen.

"What did you say?" the old man asked.

"Song He said...he will start reading it now and will give me a reply after reading it." Catalina said.

"If you reply, tell him to hurry up." The old man said.

Catalina obediently typed on the keyboard and expertly typed a reply using the Wubi input method, "Okay, please hurry up, I'll wait for you."

The old man opened the drawer and quickly took out an old-fashioned timer in the style of a metal pocket watch. He twisted it four times and threw it on the table. The timer made a slight clicking sound and started the countdown.

Catalina looked at the timer on the table in confusion, then turned to look at the old man.

"It took me four hours to read the steps you wrote in one go, and I found four loopholes in you." The old man said.

"If Song He finishes reading before this timer rings, it means that his level is higher than mine, and he will be able to fight you!"

"On the contrary, the timer has reached the end and Song He has not replied yet, which means that his level is lower than mine, and he is further away from you."

Catalina suddenly realized that the teacher was using herself as an anchor to test Song He's level.

She had discussed with the teacher many times before. If her math level was 1, the teacher's level was probably about 0.95.

She was slightly surprised. The teacher actually paid so much attention to Song He?

"Are you keeping an eye on his math level because you're afraid that he'll get Fields before me?" Catalina asked.

"No. With your explosive talent in the past two years, it is only a matter of time before you become a world-class mathematician. It doesn't matter if you get the award sooner or later." The old man pushed up his reading glasses. "It's a higher-level task to try Song He."

"Superior task?" Catalina was confused, "The superior asked to test Song He's mathematics level?"

"Yes, Song He has been included in the pre-selection list of key foreign scholars in the military field. Have you heard of it?" the old man asked.

"No." Catalina shook her head.

"Go and do your work first. If Song He can finish reading Song He before the timer rings, I will focus on talking to you about this matter. If Song He has not finished reading, there is no need to waste words." The old man said. Yawning, he straightened his chair, obviously preparing to take a nap.

Catalina stood up, silently picked up the laptop on the table, glanced at the running timer, and left the room.

At the end of the corridor is a large window. Outside the window is a rusty red color, and sand has accumulated at the bottom of the window frame.

…

The sound of sand beating against the window became more and more intense. Song He couldn't help but turn his head and glanced. There was already sand accumulated at the bottom of the window frame.

"That's outrageous. How can we go to the cafeteria in this damn weather?" He muttered to himself angrily. He always got hungry easily when studying mathematics.

There was a knock on the room door, followed by the sound of a card swiping.

Xiang Xiaotong pushed the door open and changed from the dark formal attire for the meeting to white pajamas. "The sandstorm will not stop for another two hours. The cafeteria issued a notice saying that there are not enough delivery staff and the delivery service has been suspended."

"There must be not enough manpower. Who is running around delivering food in this damn weather?" Song He felt really hungry when he mentioned food, "Teacher, do you have any food stored there?"

"You ask me? I'm here to ask you if you have any food in stock!" Xiang Xiaotong glared.

"I don't have any here. I ate the last bag of potato chips in the middle of the night, but there is still a can of Coke in the refrigerator."

Xiang Xiaotong rushed into the kitchen without saying a word, and soon there was the sound of the Coke ring being opened.

Song He said with a sad face, "Hey! I just pointed at the can of sugar water for two hours. Teacher, you are going to starve to death!"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm hungrier than you. My whole body feels weak after the meeting, and my hands are shaking when I come back. If I don't eat something, I will have hypoglycemia." Xiang Xiaotong drank Coke calmly, with a happy expression.

Song He raised his hand, his fingers trembling slightly.

Xiang Xiaotong was startled and looked suspicious, "Are you serious?"

Song He was depressed, snorted and said nothing.

"Do you think I'm dirty? If you don't, I'll keep half of it for you." Xiang Xiaotong handed over the Coke can.

Song He didn't hesitate, grabbed the jar and drank it all in one gulp. The candy really worked, and he felt better after a few mouthfuls.

"Still hungry!" Song He frowned, "It's hard to explain. Why are there sandstorms in this season? Just scrape and scrape for dinner?"

"Just be content. Many big sandstorms last for several days. This sandstorm will starve you." Xiang Xiaotong said helplessly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the stomachs of the master and the apprentice both began to growl, making them hungry.

Song He's stomach growled extremely loudly and non-stop. He couldn't hold it any longer, and he lay down on the table, his face turning pale.

"Damn, no, I'm so hungry that my legs are weak." Song He said weakly, "I have to go to the cafeteria carrying the sand."

"Don't run around. The trees downstairs are all broken. You'll fly away when you go out!" Xiang Xiaotong sighed, "Just wait here, I'll go looking for food for my teacher. I have a few acquaintances in this building. Look. See if they have any leftover food, and if they have any, grab it!"

Song He was so moved that he burst into tears, "Teacher! My kindness and kindness will never be forgotten!"

Xiang Xiaotong opened the dormitory door and walked away, embarking on the road of bandit robbery.

Song He was lying on the table like mud, tilting his head to look at the screen. Sometimes hunger comes so fast and fierce that it's almost unbearable.

It was especially difficult to read brain-burning mathematics when I was hungry, and my eyesight was a little dazzled. Song He forced himself to turn through two pages of Catalina's proof steps. His mind was really confused, so he buried his head in his arms and stopped moving.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the room opened again.

"Are you dead?" A soft hand touched his head.

"I am reporting my life story to the King of Hell." A mosquito-like voice sounded.

The soft hand retracted, followed by the sound of the plastic bag, and the smell of braised chicken legs hit my face.

Song He raised his head suddenly, and the fat chicken legs were dangling in front of his eyes. He opened his mouth to bite them without hesitation.

Xiang Xiaotong put a pile of plastic bags on the table. It was incredibly rich, including rice, braised chicken legs, fried peanuts, five or six kinds of side dishes, and even two bottles of cold beer!

"Teacher, you are a master of hunting!" Song He was excited, rolled up his sleeves and started playing.

"Let's eat. We're full. Several teachers downstairs are starving to death. Let's remember them while eating." Xiang Xiaotong sat down, took out a wine opener from his pocket, opened two bottles of beer, and opened two bottles of beer. A bottle was placed in front of Song He.

"Teacher, I don't drink."

"Hungry people, please stop being picky. Adult men can drink what they should." Xiang Xiaotong sounded like a bandit and grabbed the bottle, "Cheers!"

Song He thought it right. He raised his beer and touched it hard, then raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The master and the apprentice were so hungry that they lowered their heads and ate voraciously. After eating for a while, they raised the bottle to touch it, took two sips and continued eating.

Soon, the empty plastic bags were thrown into the trash can one after another, leaving only a small half bag of fried peanuts on the table.

Song He felt so good after eating it that he even felt a little dizzy.

"If you eat my food, you have to work for me." Xiang Xiaotong suddenly said.