allendalepharm Chapter 449 An Yulong Gives Up!
Chapter 449 An Yulong Gives Up!
[Comprehensive congestion rate: 9%! 】
Song He was so excited that he stood up and it was done!
Ever since I met An Yulong by chance on a plane years ago, I have been working hard day and night for a long time, writing countless pieces of paper, and typing on the keyboard until my joints ached. Until now, I have finally completed the mathematical model of tens of thousands of intersections!
With this model, road congestion almost all over the world can be greatly improved!
Tens of billions of people will benefit from this and shorten the time wasted in traffic jams!
After picking up the water glass and taking a few sips, Song He did not organize his theory immediately. Instead, he took off his clothes and got into the bathroom, taking a quick shower first.
The warm water poured down on me, washing away the fatigue of the past few days.
The most important thing is to relax your brain, which is so tired that it is a ball of mush, and take the opportunity to regain your composure.
After washing and drying, I sat back in front of the computer energetically, opened the document, and added the last part of the theory.
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Two hours later, An Yulong's office.
Song He knocked on the door, heard a voice from inside asking to come in, and pushed the door open.
There are still mountains and mountains of books and documents, piled up like trenches.
Behind the desk, An Yulong turned to look at him with sharp eyes, and Ye Qian, who was dressed in black, also looked back.
"Done?" An Yulong asked.
"finished!"
Song He stepped forward and handed the teacher a sweaty USB flash drive in his pocket.
An Yulong took the USB flash drive, inserted it into the computer, opened the lonely file inside, and started reading.
Ye Qian also stretched his neck and leaned over to take a look, with a mixture of emotions on his face, including shock, loss, and envy.
Last night, Ye Qian suffered from insomnia and stared at the ceiling in bed all night.
These days, he followed An Yulong to Geneva to participate in the International Mathematics Forum. He originally thought that he could take this opportunity to gain something, at least much better than Song He working behind closed doors every day.
But now he realizes that he was wrong. Although he went to the mathematics forum and listened to a lot of lectures, his mathematics level has not improved much. Even the most lively lecture was contributed by Song He who never showed up!
Just after returning to school, he received news that Song He had completed the mathematical model of tens of thousands of intersections!
It seems like I just went on a business trip for a few days and everything is over!
Ye Qian's mental state was a little dazed. He worked hard to join An Yulong's core team, but in the blink of an eye, the work was finally completed by his teammates. He did nothing and naturally gained nothing.
From this point of view, there is no difference between him and his younger brother Ye Jin. They both missed the opportunity to become famous in the history of mathematics. They just wandered at the door of historical opportunities. As soon as their toes touched the threshold, a certain figure beside him flashed. A swish shot entered the door, and the door slammed shut!
After a long time, An Yulong finally nodded seriously and said in a loud voice:
"Good! Beautiful theory!"
"Congratulations, Song He. You have your own original theory. What do you plan to name it? Is it still called a brain circuit model?"
Song He smiled and said, "How can it be called an original theory? I copied many theoretical details from you, teacher!"
"The brain circuit model is just a random name. It's too unmemorable. I want to name it the Yulong River model and publish a paper together with the teacher!"
An Yulong shook his head, "The main work is done by you independently. My things account for very little. It's too rude to put me in the front. You might as well call it He Yulong's model and put you in the front."
Song He immediately gave in and was polite, and the teacher continued to refuse, pushing back and forth several times.
It was finally determined and named "Ha Yulong Road Model"!
An Yulong turned his head and looked at Ye Qian, who was silent at the side.
"Ye Qian, you missed the opportunity. This theory really doesn't have enough work for you." An Yulong said.
Ye Qian nodded, "Students understand, it's students who are stupid."
"Don't be discouraged. The He Yulong model only blasted the mine open. It will take a lot of manpower to dig the ore inward." An Yulong said slowly.
"The details of the theory need to continue to be filled in, special cases need to be studied specifically, and many new theories will be derived. You are the person most familiar with this theory besides me and Song He. If you continue to dig deeper, you will make a lot of achievements."
Ye Qian was encouraged and felt much better. He nodded heavily, "It's teacher, I will study hard!"
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For the next week, Song He ran to An Yulong's office early every morning and didn't return to his dormitory until evening.
The work is also very simple, write a paper!
Split the theoretical framework of the He Yulong model into 6 papers, and pay attention to the word count... No, fill in the details.
One week later, 6 papers have been revised and are ready to go!
The master and apprentice sat in front of the computer to discuss the final questions of these six papers.
"Teacher, can we work together?" Song He put his hands on the keyboard, "You put it in front and I put it in the back."
"Absurd!" An Yulong flatly refused, "You are the first author, and I am the second author."
"Or we can work together, with me in front and you behind?" Song He took a step back.
"You do one thing, and I do two things." An Yulong repeated, picking up the teacup and blowing on the tea leaves.
Song He was embarrassed, "Why do you have the nerve to let you fail your second project? You led me to do the project, and you have already achieved the scale of 8,000 intersections! If this matter spreads, wouldn't I become a bad student who embezzled the tutor's achievements? ?”
"Who would think that students can embezzle the achievements of their tutors?" An Yulong said calmly, "Just write it, you will do the first and I will do the second."
"Can……"
"Don't be mentally burdened." An Yulong took a sip of tea.
"Half a month ago, as soon as I saw your brain circuit model theory, I had a hunch that you would quickly make a complete set of models. Why? Because your ideas have aura, the aura of young people."
"When the notification of receiving the Bennett Gold Medal was sent to me, I struggled with it. If I take the time to receive the award, you will definitely finish the work when I come back. This theory will eventually focus on you."
"But after thinking about it, I decided to leave this opportunity to you."
"I, old man, have achieved both fame and fortune. You, a young man, have never won a mathematics prize and your life is long. You need this thing even more."
"So, write!" An Yulong drank tea and gestured to the computer screen with his eyes.
Song He's heart moved. He stopped refusing, took a deep breath, and solemnly typed in the author's name of the paper, listing himself as the first author and Teacher An as the second author.
It turns out that Teacher An had already planned to give the results to himself.
With Teacher An's level, if he didn't accept the award, he could complete the construction of tens of thousands of intersection models first.
Moreover, the rule of the Bennett Award in previous years is that even if the winner is not present, the bonus medal will not be canceled and will still be mailed to the winner. If Teacher An didn’t go to Geneva, he could have had his cake and eat it too!
Therefore, instead of receiving an award, Teacher An gave up a future award and gave the award to the students.
"The last question before the paper is sent out." An Yulong said, "It is also the most important question."