I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 691 College Entrance Examination!

Professor Deng was busy reviewing the manuscript with his head down, while Song He was busy observing his expression.

When watching the first half of the proof process, Professor Deng was obviously confused. The red pen drew circles from time to time, while Song He was busy explaining.

When he saw 70% of the proof process, Professor Deng's confusion reached its peak and he stopped drawing circles because in his eyes, the page was full of circles.

It was not until the last few pages of the proof process that his expression finally changed and became extremely exciting!

Song He put all the key parts at the end, instantly connecting all the previous content, and the original confusing proof process was suddenly revitalized, similar to the mystery novel revealing the murderer in the finale!

"Ingenious, the idea is clever enough." Professor Deng's tone was still calm, but his face was slightly surprised. "After the trial, I didn't find any problems. You have proven Dalingale's conjecture."

"Then I'm relieved!" Song He smiled, "Can you tell me about Yang Jingshan's proof route? I want to make new conjectures based on these two routes!"

"I'm afraid not." Professor Deng shook his head, "I was not involved in Yang Jingshan's proof. If you want to see it, you'd better contact him."

Song He remained silent.

The relationship between the two was tense, and Yang Jingshan would definitely not show it to him.

There are currently two ways to know the proof process in the other direction.

One way is to wait until the college entrance examination is over and go back to school to find a photo teacher directly. Anyway, Yang Jingshan’s proof process will be submitted to Neuron Company.

Another method is more tiring but may be faster, that is to prove it yourself!

Song He got out of bed decisively and left the ward holding the bottle stand. He came back a moment later with pen and paper in his hand from the nurse's station.

Professor Deng was slightly surprised, "Stealed?"

"What's the matter of stealing? It's fair and aboveboard!" Song He was surprised.

"You're not going to do Yang Jingshan's proof route again, are you?" Professor Deng guessed, "The nurse will only let you rest in bed, how can she let you work?"

"I told the nurse that if you don't give me paper and pen, I will run away in a minute!" Song He smiled, "The nurse agreed."

Professor Deng had another headache, but had nothing to say.

Song He sat on the edge of the bed, put pen and paper on the bedside table, and began to try Yang Jingshan's proof route.

It is always easier to prove a conjecture that has been proved by another route than to prove it the first time. After all, the destination has been visited once, and we have experienced wind, frost, rain and snow on the way, so we have accumulated more or less experience.

Moreover, compared to looking at the answer directly, proving it yourself can better understand the essence of the details, which will help to propose subsequent big conjectures.

Song He quickly became immersed in mathematics and forgot everything else.

The ward door suddenly opened, and the nurse came in cautiously. She glanced at Song He first, then walked quietly to Professor Deng's bedside, stuffed something into his bed, and turned to leave.

Professor Deng took out the thing and looked at it. It was a note sent by Yang Jingshan. No one had a mobile phone with them, so they could only exchange news in this most primitive way.

Taking out a gel pen, Professor Deng wrote a reply on the note.

"Song He has completed the proof of his route. I can't write you the specific proof steps. You can ask him directly."

"He is trying to prove your route and is preparing to combine the two routes to come up with a big conjecture."

"This conjecture is likely to have more academic value than Lingar's conjecture. I suggest you give it a try and try to be one step ahead of him. Otherwise, your busy work these few months will be in vain."

After a long time, the nurse came to change the dressing with a sling bottle and took the note from Professor Deng's hand.

When delivering meals in the evening, the nurse thrust a small note into Professor Deng's hand.

There was only a series of formulas on the note. After reading it, Professor Deng immediately understood that Yang Jingshan was already working on proving Song He's route. The two talented young people were sprinting towards a new big conjecture.

…

For several days, Song He kept producing papyrus.

A high rank means good treatment. The nurses brought a lift desk and an eye protection lamp from nowhere, especially for Song He's work.

At the same time, every few hours, a nurse on duty will come to collect the discarded tissue paper in garbage bags.

I don’t know which leader made the decision, but he probably saw Song He using his brain at work. Soon, peeled walnuts and some brain-tonifying fish oil and seal oil capsules appeared in the patient’s meal.

Song He didn't even notice this special care. His attention was entirely focused on mathematics. He ate everything the nurse brought to him. He was like a ruthless eating machine, and he didn't even remember the taste after eating.

Every day when some progress was made, Song He would show it to Professor Deng, wanting to check whether the direction of progress was correct, but Professor Deng, like an enlightened old monk, calmly read the certificate and nodded without making any comments. .

Song He felt that this nod should mean affirmation, at least there was no abnormality in Professor Deng's face, so he confidently and boldly continued to testify, and his speed increased by leaps and bounds.

The person who showed Professor Deng the progress of the proof was Yang Jingshan, but Yang Jingshan did not appear in the ward. Instead, he asked the nurse to bring a note with the proof formula written on it, leaving a huge question mark at the end.

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Professor Deng read it carefully and didn't talk nonsense. He just left a comma.

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Question mark, comma, question mark, comma... repeat every day.

Therefore, only Professor Deng knew the progress of the proofs on both sides. He did not provide help to either party, but just watched the changes, waiting for the final result that was getting closer and closer.

…

College entrance examination day!

The annual desperate battle begins!

Thousands of troops entered the battlefield and fought fiercely!

Song He was tired. He had been stuck in key positions all day and made no progress, so he gave up the proof temporarily and watched the TV news in the ward with Professor Deng to take a break.

The fixed repertoire of the college entrance examination every year has begun to be repeated again:

"The candidate's ID card is lost, the police can get a temporary ID card in less than a minute"

"The examinee found that his ID card had expired when he entered the venue, and the police were surprised and urgently issued a replacement."

"The class teacher kept the ID cards for the whole class and accidentally lost them"

"College Entrance Exam: I Lost All My Certificates"

"The traffic police on duty were rushing to deliver the candidates who went to the wrong examination room"

"The candidates were anxious and insomnia, and cried at the school gate after being late for the exam."

Song He gnawed on the apple and was overjoyed, "It's really hard to eat. There are idiots like this every year. I don't understand what else such people can do? I studied hard for twelve years, but at the end of the day I went to the wrong examination room and forgot my ID." , is it intentional or accidental?”

Professor Deng's expression suddenly changed and he remained silent.

Song He turned to look at him, "Professor, what do you think?"

"I also made a mistake back then." Professor Deng said silently.

"Ah?" Song He was stunned.

"The examination room was in the North Campus, so I went to the South Campus." Professor Deng said, "I can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south."

"You didn't have navigation at that time, and the traffic information was blocked. It's understandable!" Song He said, "Now you can download the navigation on your mobile phone in half a minute, and the candidates who still go wrong are just confused!"

Song He continued to nibble on the apple, and began to think about his old classmates, Zhao Yiyi, Ning Mo, Ding Yangze, and Zhang Zhilei. They should be waiting in the examination room at this moment, right?

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little guilty.

If the math paper is so difficult, wouldn't it mean that the students are trapped in a trap?

What was once a friendship between classmates was actually exchanged for a butcher's knife? Is this still a human being?

"Professor, I remembered something." Song He turned around and said, "Do the candidates know who published the math papers?"

"Are you afraid?" Professor Deng glanced at him.