indianbanksassociation Chapter 675 The Pinnacle Of Master Level!
Chapter 675 The Pinnacle Of Master Level!
On the blackboard, Song He wrote lightly. The classroom was full, and students kept lowering their heads and copying notes.
"In the mammalian brain, there are two main cells responsible for finding the way. Head-orientation cells identify which direction the animal is facing, and grid cells build maps in the brain to assist in positioning."
"This is just a general term. In fact, each cell contains many small types."
"The academic community once believed that head-direction cells only have one type of excitatory neurons with wide-wavelength low-frequency regular discharges, but Chinese scientists have found another type of fast-discharge inhibitory neurons with narrow-wavelength high frequencies. This inhibitory neuron has The neurons even had stronger cluster firing and direction selection, and remained stable in the dark..."
"This week everyone is going to the laboratory to try out the mouse maze experiment. It will be included in the usual time. The specific requirements are..."
Song He's lectures are very relaxed, and the knowledge for undergraduates is too simple, easier than drinking water.
His brain is dividing the work. A small part of the brain is responsible for controlling the mouth to teach, while the majority of the brain is active, conceiving the Lingar conjecture!
The solution to Xiao Ling'al's conjecture has reached a position close to the peak. At least he can see the top of the mountain. All he needs to do is make the final sprint!
But climbing the mountain day and night during this period was too exhausting, and his inspiration was on the verge of drying up. He couldn't find the way to the final summit. All he saw was smooth rock several meters high, and he had nowhere to start.
The students in the classroom did not notice that the teacher was multitasking. Even Song He was teaching on the blackboard at an extremely fast speed, which was almost stuck at the speed of everyone taking class notes. Therefore, the students did not think too much and just followed excitedly. Teacher, explore the ocean of knowledge.
The first class passed by without me noticing.
During the break, Song He sat on the lecture table, spread out a piece of white paper, and tried to write down some proof steps. However, his writing was weak and hesitant, and his thinking was obviously not smooth.
The school bell rang again, and Song He stood up mechanically and continued his lecture.
"The centrosomes in radial glial cells are anchored to the apical cell membrane through distal appendages attached to the maternal centrioles. You have to do this in the laboratory. The technology used is continuous transmission electron microscopy imaging. Ultra-thin sections…”
"We need to continuously remove various types of proteins and observe which protein disappears and the centrioles no longer form distal appendages. The answer you can find from external papers is the CEP83 protein, but let me tell you, there is more than just this one. Who can If you can find another one, add the equal points to someone..."
"The focus of this class is the YAP protein related to the mechanosensitive signaling pathway. The students found the second volume of "Brain Science" that I edited."
The classroom was full of people looking for books. A set of Song He's textbooks had been distributed to the whole class. After all, his students must have priority in enjoying good things.
Soon, hundreds of copies of the second volume of "Brain Science" were placed on the table, and hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the teacher eagerly.
"Turn to page..." Song He was about to say the page number.
There was a clatter of books turning in the classroom, but it only sounded for a second and then stopped.
Song He suddenly stopped talking and stood motionless on the podium, like a wax statue.
The students waited eagerly for a long time, and the teacher stood still as if time had stood still. Even though I had seen this scene many times, it was still a bit strange... In a large classroom with hundreds of people, the teacher stood still in full view of everyone!
Song He doesn’t want this, but there’s no way around it, inspiration always comes without warning!
At this moment, a waterfall of inspiration was roaring and washing over his consciousness. The brain area originally used for lectures was instantly washed away, and the whole brain went into high speed!
The area of the blackboard in front of him suddenly expanded tenfold, turning into a towering high wall. The process of explaining Xiao Lingar's conjecture was displayed on the wall like a flowing stream!
Song He closed his eyes, frowned, grabbed the hard-won inspiration, and launched a swift attack! !
There were bullets raining in his mind, but his physical body just stood motionless in front of the blackboard, so calm that it was even a little weird. It's like the immortal slough left by a body that suddenly became an immortal. If you touch it, it will turn into smoke and fly away in the wind.
The students in the classroom looked at each other and couldn't help but whisper:
"How many times has this happened to Professor?"
"This is the ninth time. It's hard not to worry about Professor's mental state!"
"Is this the legendary genius? His behavior is different from ordinary people? Why has this never happened to me? Am I too stupid?"
"Ashamed! My train of thought is only interrupted when I suddenly think about pornography."
"Hey, what a coincidence, sometimes yellow things suddenly pop up in my mind, interrupting my problem-solving ideas. So is there a possibility that the lower body is really part of the brain?"
"Why are you so obscene? I just suddenly think of the last game in the middle of the night."
The students chatted freely. When Professor Song first encountered this situation, everyone was still cautious and did not dare to speak out, as if they were afraid of waking up a sleepwalker. However, Professor Song has experienced more computer outages, and the students have become bolder. I got up and found that even if everyone talked loudly, the professor would not be disturbed.
After a moment, Song He suddenly turned around, and the classroom fell silent for a moment.
"Everyone is studying by himself! You can also finish class early! The teacher has to leave beforehand!"
After Song He finished speaking, he hurried out of the classroom before the students could react!
The students were stunned. There was still half an hour before the end of get out of class, and this was the first time that the professor had given up the task!
In the end what happened?
…
[Mathematical progress detected, from Master Level 96 to Master Level 97! 】
Song He was writing furiously in the dormitory. The scribbled steps appeared quickly on the paper, and the last one was pushed aside.
My thoughts are almost gushing, and my heartbeat is racing like a 100-meter sprint. I have never had such a refreshing experience since I started studying Lingar's conjecture!
As the problem-solving steps advance step by step to the end, the math level is approaching the peak of the master level.
[Progress in mathematics detected, from Master level 97 to Master level 98! 】
[Progress in mathematics detected, from Master Level 98 to Master Level 99! 】
The aura of a strong person was flowing violently in the room!
…
Midnight, ten past ten.
Song He stood at the table, stacking thirty pages of neatly transcribed proof-explanation steps, pressing down the stapler hard, and clicking into place.
"Dong dong dong!" The dormitory door suddenly knocked.
He was startled, then thought of something, his face changed slightly, and he walked to the door nervously.
Opening the door, Xiang Xiaotong stood outside.
Unexpectedly, she usually wears pajamas when she comes to visit for business, but today she is extra formal, wearing a dark formal suit, as if she is attending some important occasion.
But what big occasions can happen in a student’s dormitory?
Song He looked puzzled, "Teacher, what are you..."
"Wait a moment, the police will be here soon." Xiang Xiaotong looked serious.