indianbanksassociation Chapter 112 Essays by a Child Prodigy
Chapter 112 Essays by a Child Prodigy
No one bothered him.
Only those who truly understand this state of mind know what Cronin is like at this moment...
Following the seemingly cryptic logical threads left by the boy on the wall and paper, he frantically reverse-engineered and reconstructed them in his mind.
Looking at photos through a screen is ultimately too superficial. Now that I'm actually standing here, breathing the same air, those seemingly lifeless ink marks in the photos truly have a soul!
He finally understood that thirteen-year-old boy...
What kind of martyr-like resolve led him to choose this dimly lit classroom as his retreat?
With what kind of extraordinary, almost divine way of thinking did they manage to pry open the cracks in the truth and open the first page of this long epic of proof?
As Cronin's gaze slowly moved, the calculation marks that had been lifeless on the papers and walls...
At this moment, his world seemed to come alive, transforming into frames of a movie with sound, vividly and shockingly recreating itself before his eyes!
It was as if he had seen it with his own eyes!
The boy stood with his back to him, his back straight, in front of the huge blackboard.
Without any pause or hesitation, the white chalk made a sharp sound as it rubbed against the blackboard, and lines of complex formulas poured out like a flood bursting its banks.
That seamless, fluid flow exudes a chilling, all-seeing quality.
What terrifying computing power that is!
What unfathomable confidence that is?
Without a doubt, from the very first moment that boy stepped into this classroom, or even before...
In his mind, the magnificent underlying logical framework of the entire four-color proof system had already been perfectly constructed!
Cronin's gaze slowly moved, the unfamiliar characters on the wall, like scribbled symbols, deeply stinging his retina.
But he understood that this was not a display of skill.
Rather, it's because the old mathematical language that humanity has inherited for thousands of years is no match for the incredibly complex proof and derivation made by that young man...
It's like a small cart that can't carry a huge rock; it's already overburdened and on the verge of falling apart.
Since the vehicles built by their predecessors couldn't contain it all, that unruly child simply picked up a hammer and built himself a brand new war chariot!
Cronin clenched his fists tightly; his proud heart had been dealt a heavy blow at that moment.
He was acutely aware that building a system of this caliber was by no means a matter of pure luck, nor was it something that could be accomplished overnight!
Look at the derivation path on the wall!
Like an extremely cunning venomous snake, it moved with utter disbelief, even contempt...
They skillfully avoided all the fatal logical traps that countless pioneers had fallen into over the past century!
What does this tell us?!
This shows that behind every new rule created by that boy, things are definitely not as simple and straightforward as they seem on the surface.
Behind every single one of these experiences lies countless sleepless nights and thousands upon thousands of desperate failures and tears of blood and tears!
He was like a tireless scavenger, collecting those painful lessons bit by bit...
After being repeatedly tempered in the crucible of thought, it was eventually forged into an absolute theorem that crushes everything and is indestructible!
Suddenly, a blurry area at the bottom right edge of the blackboard caught Cronin's eye.
The area had been vigorously wiped with a black eraser, leaving a murky white stain.
However, right above that trace of failure, someone forcefully and fiercely covered it with a thick arrow representing a completely new direction of derivation!
In that instant, Cronin saw through the essence of the matter.
This boy, who seems like a god reincarnated, is not a monster who knew everything from birth.
He did not have the perfect, smooth path to the throne of truth from the very beginning.
Quite the contrary!
He's a human being too!
Those hidden scratches were his bloody footprints!
He once banged his head against a wall here, to the point of questioning the meaning of life.
He also faced setbacks and self-doubt to the point of near collapse after repeatedly seeing no hope, and then gritted his teeth and got back up to rebuild!
Like a most obsessive architect, he used his own painful experiences as mortar to build this magnificent edifice of logic, brick by brick!
But the more it's like this, the more it sends chills down your spine!
Because despite the convoluted and crude derivation process, the final skeletal structure of the formed system presented on the wall...
It remains so perfect that it is flawless, even evoking a profound sense of despair and awe!
Cronin's gaze continued downwards, landing on a thick stack of worn-out notebooks casually piled up in a corner covered in chalk dust.
Those were cheap notebooks that you could buy at any ordinary stationery store.
At this moment, their covers were not only covered with glaring black stains, but the four corners were also worn and tattered from countless flips and rubbings, like tattered military flags that had just retreated from the battlefield.
As if drawn by some mysterious force, Cronin gently lifted the topmost book with hands that had caressed countless masterpiece manuscripts.
Turning to the first page, the handwriting still looked somewhat immature.
Even the initial problem-solving approach, due to the limited perspective, still carries the strong flavor of exam-oriented education and has not been able to completely break free from the shackles drawn by that rigid textbook.
But amidst those crooked, even correction fluid-stained lines, Cronin felt a surge of heat in his eyes.
Because he could still see with unparalleled clarity the magnificent traces of that young soul stumbling and exploring in the darkness!
Cronin seemed to feel that his legs could no longer support his body weight.
He slumped into a dusty wooden chair, and with a slight tremor, picked up the other notebooks and placed them on his lap.
The pages rustled between my fingers.
At the very top of each page, the date, accurate to the day, is marked with an almost obsessive touch in the blank space.
As those dates keep jumping and turning, it's like fast-forwarding through a life evolution that spans a long period of time.
Those originally somewhat childish handwriting have transformed into a sharp and aloof edge at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The initially somewhat awkward and difficult process of deriving formulas gradually transformed like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, with unstoppable momentum!
Ultimately, it fully possessed the extremely rigorous and well-organized structure that only a master could write!
Those thin pages of paper looked more and more like a mass grave.
The top was piled up haphazardly with the remains of countless formulas.
Those were all gruesome evidences left behind by the boy after repeatedly crashing his head into the darkness, leaving him bloodied and battered.
But what's most amazing is that you can't see any sense of frustration in this boy.
Amidst these ruins of failure, enough to overwhelm the sanity of any normal adult, he not only didn't collapse, but instead resembled a cheat-like player with invincibility...
He was instantly revived at the respawn point with full health, and his extremely crazy desire to explore and climb to higher dimensions never stopped for even a second!
He saw the boy boldly trying to use the principles of advanced modular arithmetic, like chasing a ghost, to relentlessly pursue the faint periodicity hidden in that abnormal coloring pattern;
They even went so far as to attempt to forcibly merge and reduce the infinite total number of cases through the spatial distortion theory of isomorphic graphs, using brute force.
Upon reading this, Cronin's finger, which was about to turn to the next page, suddenly froze in mid-air as if electrocuted.
In those pages documenting the boy's frantic attempts to traverse between two-dimensional planes and three-dimensional spheres in search of topological inspiration, Cronin saw an extremely familiar derivation pattern.
Even if it turns to ashes, Cronin will still be recognized at a glance!
This extremely obscure and tricky method was a unique research method that he painstakingly created after three years of seclusion to solve a conjecture!
This kid must have somehow managed to get his extremely obscure top-tier journal paper late at night!
Not only that, he didn't even have the slightest sense of awe.
Like a ruthless plunderer, he unhesitatingly devoured the core ideas that Cronin had painstakingly refined...
It was crudely and perfectly integrated into his own four-color research, becoming a stepping stone for him to climb to the altar!
With a complex mix of emotions—like his own cabbage being eaten by a wild boar with extraordinary talent—Kronin, his hands trembling, flipped to the notebook with the most recent date, the one belonging to this child's most recent evolution...
He witnessed a terrifying evolution that would make mathematicians worldwide kneel down and sing praises of conquest!
On those brand-new pages, the places where one could barely discern traces of human mathematics had completely disappeared!
Instead, they are all original symbols that are completely unfamiliar!
Various axioms that have never appeared in any core literature on Earth today;
And the outrageously harsh new constraints fill every inch of this notebook like countless stars!
Without a single wasted word, every page exudes an extreme sense of oppression: "Those who stand in my way shall die!"
"Smack."
Upon seeing this, the mathematical tyrant, who had reached the pinnacle of human wisdom in his forties and had never been defeated in his life, closed the notebook that contained the miracle with extreme slowness, as if he had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body.
He closed his gray eyes, which were filled with shock and awe, and exhaled a long, deep breath that had been suppressed in his chest for so long.
Does it still need verification?
After reading these painstakingly written notes, all the mysteries that have plagued the global academic community were revealed at this moment.
To that boy, this classroom, reeking of mold and chalk dust, was no ordinary study room...
Rather, it was a battlefield where he charged toward the throne of truth, cutting off all avenues of retreat!
In those few tens of minutes, what this most powerful human brain had just finished reading was not the essays of some child prodigy at all.
It was a magnificent war epic, without the smoke of gunpowder, yet powerful enough to dim the stars!
That was a magnificent epic that spanned nine long years and belonged only to the boy!