I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 248 High-Dimensional Restricted Area!

School of Mathematics, Dean's Office.

Wang Taichu's fat hands were typing lazily on the keyboard, assigning homework to the graduate students.

"Why don't you do the new task?" Dean Cai passed by and glanced at him.

"Tired." Wang Taichu said, "Looking for new conjectures is too tiring for the brain. I am old and recovering from a serious illness, so I am not suitable for excessive hard work. As for the conjectures of those children from Jinling Institute of Technology, do they have research value?"

"If you don't go into battle, the students won't be able to withstand it!" Dean Cai said seriously, "After all, our School of Science and Technology are locked in a fight with Jinling Institute of Technology, and we have to find a way to win? If we win this time, maybe the superiors will decide that we are better than Jinling Institute of Technology. , will they increase their support for us in the future?”

"Relax, the students can win even if I don't go into battle." Wang Taichu said calmly.

"What are we going to win? Today's score is 19:22! We fell behind right from the start!" Dean Cai sighed.

"Damn Song He." Wang Taichu wrote lightly, "Go and persuade Song He to work more overtime. The winning rate of our math academy depends on him."

"Song He has tried his best. He scored 10 of the 19 points today, but it's hard for two fists to beat four hands! Jinling Institute of Technology also has top students, and there are many of them!" Dean Cai was helpless.

"Maybe he hasn't exerted his full strength yet?" Wang Taichu didn't even raise his head, looking like he had blind trust in the students.

"I know you value him, but you can't myth him, right?" Dean Cai complained helplessly, "After all, he is self-taught and is still young. How much power do you expect him to exert? Can one person suppress Jinling Institute of Technology? How is that possible? "

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in!" Dean Cai turned his head.

Song He poked his head in with a flattering look on his face, "Dean Cai! Professor Wang!"

The listlessness on Wang Taichu's face was wiped away. As soon as the chair changed, his doting smile changed, "Xian disciple! Why are you here so late at night?"

"Professor Wang, I would like to apply to use artificial brain programming again." Song He walked over.

"Brain-like programming?" Wang Taichu's fat face was startled. "The performance of the space window cleaner has reached its peak. The work is over. Didn't you also get awarded the Jinghai City Outstanding Scholar?"

"I want to learn how to use it." Song He explained, "In order to find conjectures, I am working hard in the direction of geometric topology, trying to reach the boundary of mathematics, but the more I study, the more abstract it becomes, and I can't rely on fantasy. I want to use artificial brain programming Help me understand."

Dean Cai was surprised at the side, "Brain-like programming? Help you understand geometric topology? What is the principle of this?"

"Yes." Wang Taichu nodded at the side, "Brain-like programming can fictionalize various spaces, and high-dimensional spaces can also be simulated. I remember that Song He creatively used the Penrose ladder in the program that accelerated the speed by 310%. It can be said to be a genius. Act of!"

Dean Cai suddenly realized that he was responsible for the management of the college, had not touched mathematics research for a long time, and did not know much about such profound things as brain-imitation programs.

Song He looked expectantly and looked at the two teachers eagerly.

"But all the USB flash drives for artificial brain programming have been collected!" Dean Cai was confused. "They were collected together with the space window cleaner. The artificial brain programming is classified and in principle cannot be used by you anymore."

"Can't you submit a report and apply for it?" Wang Taichu asked immediately, "Song He is an outstanding scholar in Jinghai City after all, and he also helped a little bit with the Moon City Project. Does the superiors have to give him some face?"

"I can apply, but the time is too tight." Dean Cai shook his head, "The global space race started overnight, and the people above are extremely busy. Time is running out on all major events. Do you have time to care about a student?"

"Even if the application is approved, it will take two weeks to complete the process! By then the new task will have been completed!"

"Song He, if you pass the preliminary selection and enter the selection stage, you can probably use artificial brain programming casually, so there is no point in applying now!"

Wang Taichu hesitated to speak, his expression dissatisfied.

Song He's smile turned petrified.

Dean Cai looked apologetic.

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Go back to dorms.

Song He is a little down.

He knew that what Dean Cai said was true. A mere student applied for a small USB flash drive with artificial brain programming just for the purpose of studying. Such a trivial matter must not have a high priority, and it would take a long time for the application to be approved.

But without the assistance of brain-inspired programming, climbing the mountain of geometric topology will undoubtedly take longer!

The battle with Jinling Institute of Technology is still going on. If you delay for one day, your chances of winning will be reduced by one point!

Wait...why not ask the all-powerful Professor Ma?

"Professor Ma, I want to ask you for a favor. I am studying geometric topology and want to use brain-inspired programming to create some high-dimensional spaces. However, the leader of the School of Mathematics said that applying for brain-inspired programming will take a lot of time. Can you get it as soon as possible? Are you looking for a channel for artificial brain programming? Thank you very much, students!”

The news was sent out, and Song He waited uneasily.

After waiting for a long time, Professor Ma made no move.

Maybe too busy? Or are you too lazy to take care of such trivial matters?

Song He pushed the phone aside angrily, sighed and turned on the computer.

Since the supreme magic weapon cannot be borrowed, I have no choice but to become a saint in the flesh!

He put a few comprehension capsules and mental arithmetic capsules into his mouth, and his brain suddenly accelerated!

Continue to read one article after another, and at the same time, forcefully imagine a complex and strange space in your mind.

The space gradually deforms, and thousands of changes and demons dance wildly. With each space deformation, dense formulas appear aside, and data like a plague of locusts flies all over the sky!

Amidst the sound of oxygen being sucked, Song He imagined the high-dimensional void out of thin air!

However, it is extremely difficult for low-dimensional creatures to imagine the high-dimensional world. It is like a small fry. It can only understand the pool where it was born, but it is difficult to imagine the entire ocean, let alone the rain clouds floating in the sky.

The high-dimensional void could only last in Song He's mind for a short while, and then collapsed like a pierced bubble.

He had no choice but to collect the debris from the ruins as quickly as possible and rebuild the high-dimensional void again and again!

Then he gritted his teeth and persisted, keeping the fragile high-dimensional void longer, trying to understand something.

The void collapsed and rebuilt repeatedly, as unstable as a mirage, and would lose shape at the slightest disturbance. Song He peered with difficulty, having to close his eyes frequently and concentrate in his mind, as if he was in great pain.

I sucked in one tank after another of oxygen, but my headache became more and more intense.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the dormitory door.

Song He closed his eyes tightly and didn't hear the sound at all.

The doorknob turned tentatively, and a yellow-haired head sneaked in, startling me.

"Brother Song!" Shekov shouted loudly.

Song He was instantly removed from deep thinking and turned his head tiredly.

Shekov stared at him in surprise, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Your face is ugly and pale, and your head is covered with sweat!" Shekov said worriedly, "It looks like you have been boiled in a hot pot!"

"I'm studying high-dimensional topology. This stuff is so brain-burning that even oxygen bottles don't work."

Song He slumped on the seat tiredly, feeling hopeless.

"I even have the illusion that there are restrictions set by gods in high-dimensional space for mortals. If you pry into the restricted area, you will be counterattacked... Do you think I will be struck by lightning if I continue to study it in depth?"

Xiekov listened in confusion. He didn't understand some of the words, but he could understand that Song He was encountering difficulties.

"By the way, are you here for anything?" Song He looked at the time and saw that it was half past midnight.