indianbanksassociation Chapter 671 Chu Long Sent A Unique Secret Book
Chapter 671 Chu Long Sent A Unique Secret Book
Facts have proved that when hard power is insufficient, luck is difficult to make up for.
Song He harassed Xi Yanfan for a long time, and went back to the dormitory to solve the problem, but was still unable to do anything.
And the situation was more serious than before. Before, he could still find a way to move forward, but now his mind went blank. He didn't know how to write for a long time, as if he encountered a wall of air in the game.
At 4:30 in the morning, Song He was busy doing high leg raises on the balcony. During this period, he initially developed some muscles. The sweat soaked through the thin pajamas and outlined the shallow muscle curves.
On the one hand, he has to ensure that he can practice leg training every day so that he can be a good teacher in future cycling races. On the other hand, the neurons in his brain will grow rapidly after strenuous exercise, which may open up his stagnant thinking.
The phone was placed on the windowsill, and the screen suddenly lit up.
Chu Long: "Brother Song, have you signed up for the Neuron Prize? The solution to Lin Jial's conjecture?"
Song He stopped breathlessly and typed a reply, "I reported it. Why, you also reported it?"
Chu Long: "To be honest, I signed up for a bachelor's degree and a master's degree. At the beginning of this semester, the teacher asked us to choose a topic for our master's thesis. The one I chose happened to be Xiaolingal's conjecture. I study this thing every day, and the teacher every day Coach me for a day on the weekend.”
Song He was surprised, "What a coincidence?"
Chu Long: "Now that the bounty on neurons is at a sky-high price, my research direction will most likely be scrapped. Maybe some mathematicians will prove the Lingal's conjecture soon. But after all, I have a first-mover advantage. The teacher taught me It has taught me a lot, and I want to seize the last 20% chance to struggle again.”
Chu Long: "You are better at mathematics. I would like to ask your opinion on Lingar's conjecture. If possible, we can cooperate."
Song He raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked hesitantly, "Is your instructor Professor Deng?"
Chu Long: "???"
Chu Long: "How do you know?!"
Song He thought for a while, but couldn't just say "I am in charge of your supervisor's research progress", so he made up a random reason:
"After reading his thesis, his research direction can definitely involve Xiaolingale's conjecture. There is no other tutor at Peking University who dares to let students study this. Only tutors who have the ability to tell the truth dare to let students do it, otherwise they will not be able to graduate."
Chu Long: "Awesome, you have a thorough understanding of the mathematics circle!"
Song He: "Let's cooperate. My goal is the big Lingar conjecture. If the little Lingar conjecture can be made, the reward will be yours."
Chu Long: "If you have money, I won't be polite about the bounty. If we can really make it, we can work on the paper together. Let's exchange progress first?"
Song He: "Okay!"
Old acquaintances cooperated and communicated extremely quickly. They finalized the cooperation share in a few words. The two took photos of the progress at hand and sent them to each other.
Song He looked through Chu Long's photos. The first dozen or so photos were nothing interesting, and they were exactly the same as his progress.
But by the last few pages, something magical happens!
Song He's eyes widened and his face was filled with confusion. He actually had the illusion that a primary school student was reading a calculus textbook. He had never seen most of the content in the last few pages!
Chu Long was obviously worse at mathematics than himself, so how could he write such profound things?
"Starting from the sixth to last page, what are you writing about?" Song He was curious.
"Have you ever learned homologous mirror symmetry?" Chu Long asked.
"I've learned it, but are you talking about homologous mirror symmetry?" Song He was confused, "It doesn't seem to matter at all!"
"It just doesn't seem to matter at all. These contents are all derived research on homologous mirror symmetry. Some of the knowledge is newly produced by our school and has not yet been published in mathematics journals. It will take two weeks to be published." Chu Long explained , "I am Professor Deng's student. The one who is near the water and the building is the first to get the moon, so I learned some things first."
Immediately afterwards, Chu Long began to send photos again, which were his study notes.
There are more than two hundred photos, each one is densely written, almost equivalent to a small book!
Song He took a quick look at it first and was immediately ecstatic!
Exclusive secrets that have not yet been revealed!
With the intuition of a mathematician, he instinctively smelled the scent of a treasure. He couldn't understand it at all, but it was very organized and it was made by everyone. What is this if it's not a treasure? !
The School of Mathematics at Peking University is indeed the holy land of mathematics. Its foundation and strength should not be underestimated. It has quietly produced such rare treasures!
"Brother Chu, is it too polite to give me your master's unique secret book to an outsider?" Song He asked cautiously.
Chu Long: "It's okay, it will be published in two weeks. I just gave it to you two weeks in advance. I asked Professor Deng for instructions and said that I wanted to find an old classmate to work on the problem together. Xiao Lin Jiaer asked if he could borrow some class notes. Nodding."
"Okay, I'll learn it on a surprise basis!" Song He replied.
Putting on the phone, Song He turned on the computer and read the class notes on the big screen, sitting upright and very nervous.
After reading a few pages, he suddenly felt brain-burning and felt a little dizzy, but the expression on his face was one of great enjoyment and intoxication!
Good stuff, high enough purity and strong enough!
He couldn't help but get up and change into a set of dry pajamas. The ancients required superior knowledge to bathe, burn incense and fast for three days. He at least had to change into a set of clean clothes to show respect.
Chu Long's handwriting is quite sloppy, almost like a doctor's prescription note. Especially in the corners of each page of class notes, there will be a lot of content tangled together, as crowded as a snake playing to the end.
Song He kept clicking the mouse and zooming in, twisting his head left and right to try to understand the handwriting, but after staring for a long time, he still couldn't understand it.
I had no choice but to send a screenshot and ask for the specific content.
"A is the additive category, CA is the complex category, DA is the homotopy category of the complex, and DA is naturally induced by the compound in CA..." Chu Long quickly replied with a long list.
Song He gave an OK expression and continued to take notes.
After studying for a few pages, I encountered the Snake Notes again. The large black writing was tangled together, making it harder to read than Oracle. I had no choice but to ask again.
"Look at this." Song He sent the screenshot.
"A translation functor is an additive automorphism. Let the K triangle be a sequence of morphisms..." Chu Long replied in seconds.
"Okay, what about this?" Song He sent another screenshot.
"Cone(u) is the mapping cone of u, p is a canonical injective, ir is a canonical surjection..."
"this?"
"Suppose two of the simple hypotheses are isomorphisms of g, h, j, then the third morphism is also isomorphism, and the third vertex is unique in the sense of isomorphism, and can be called the cone of h..."
"?"
"For any morphism in DA, M and m are homotopy equivalent if and only if m cone homotopy is equal to zero..."
"?"
"Wait a minute, I can't see clearly here." Chu Long was stuck, "Give me two minutes to recall."
Song He complained speechlessly, "You need to practice your handwriting. Normally, your handwriting is the same as a secret code. It would be a pity not to do espionage work."
"I can't help it, Brother Song. You don't know how fast my teacher teaches. He doesn't leave us any time to think. My writing speed must keep up with the teacher's speaking speed. My hands are numb after class one day. I lie in bed at night. My whole arm hurts." Chu Long expressed his bitterness.
Song He sympathizes deeply. After all, Professor Deng is an Asperger's patient, so it is inevitable that he is not good at communicating with students. It must be very tiring for Chu Longtan to have such a teacher.
After finishing his undergraduate and master's degree, I'm afraid Chu Long won't have to shave his head deliberately, and it will become bald naturally.
"No, Brother Song, I can't remember it at all! I'm so sleepy that I can't think straight. I haven't slept for more than thirty hours. I have to catch up on my sleep." Chu Long suddenly said.
"You haven't slept for a day and a half? What did you do?" Song He was surprised.
The message was sent, but Chu Long did not reply. It must be that in the dormitory building of Peking University thousands of miles away, a bald man was sleeping soundly on the bed, with unread messages still on the screen of his mobile phone.
Song He shook his head helplessly, and had no choice but to take notes that he could understand first, and check the information to deduce what was written in the unclear positions.