Even those who are universally acknowledged as smart.
Qiao Ze's words once again plunged the three people in the dormitory into silence.
Starting to self-study mathematical analysis in the second grade of elentary school? And then solving problems in your dreams?
Indeed, there's a reason why so people have a natural knack for math.
Now nobody could sleep anymore, everyone started silently getting dressed, waiting for Qiao Ze to finish in the washroom before swarming into the bathroom together.
"Starting to self-learn the principles of mathematical analysis in the second grade, damn, I suddenly forgot what we learned in math back in second grade. Does anyone rember if we started learning geotry in second grade?"
"Pssh, you're thinking about geotry in second grade? You think you're so kind of math genius! I rember we didn't learn about the chicken and rabbit cage problem until the fourth grade."
"Right, do you rember when Qiao Ze ca on the first day, we went to eat together, and he ntioned that he seed to have self-studied Lu Ding's principles of mathematical analysis? Fuck, in the second grade, self-studying Lu Ding's book? That's pure mathematics. I heard that in the United States, only undergraduate honor level analysis courses would choose Lu Ding's textbook."
"No, have you two missed the point? The key here is which grade did God Qiao start learning the principles of mathematical analysis? The point is, can you learn while dreaming?"
Chen Yiwen interrupted Zhang Zhou and Gu Zhengliang's conversation, emphasizing.
That scene just now left a deep impression on him.
Really, heaven knows how apprehensive Chen Yiwen felt when Qiao Ze suddenly spouted a bunch of formulas that he couldn't understand at all.
He truly felt like he was about to go insane.
"Actually, I've had a similar experience when I was in high school. There was an Olympiad math problem that I couldn't solve no matter how late it got. Eventually, I just went to sleep and, the next day, I suddenly solved it. But whether I dreamt that night, I really can't rember."
Zhang Zhou scratched his head and said.
"Heh... so you can do research in your dreams? Yang-Mills Equations, huh? Solve one for in your dreams," Chen Yiwen said disparagingly, glancing sideways at Zhang Zhou's chubby, pale face.
"No, first you gotta let understand the equation. What's the point of talking about sothing I don't understand?" Zhang Zhou complained.
Gu Zhengliang, on the other hand, kept agreeing, "Exactly, exactly!"
Chen Yiwen couldn't be bothered to waste words with these two, quickly finished washing up, and returned to the dorm room, asking Qiao Ze, who was already busy at the computer, "God Qiao, you didn't happen to dream up the solution to the Yang-Mills Equations last night, did you?"
"No, just a thod, I'm not sure if it'll be useful," Qiao Ze replied offhandedly.
"Oh, then it must be useful. By the way, do you want to bring you breakfast in the morning?"
"No need, Chengzi will bring it for ."
"Chen, I need it, get three fried dough sticks and a cup of soy milk..."
"I'll have five buns, with plum and braised pork filling, hmm, and two cups of soymilk."
"Hehe, you guys can call 'Dad' first!"
"Pfft, death before dishonor. The only 'Dad' I have in this dorm is our Qiao!"
"Sa here."
"Go to hell, the both of you!"
Chen Yiwen didn't care for the two shaless guys and walked out of the dorm,
thought for a mont, didn't care that it was still not seven o'clock, and directly took out his phone to make a call.
Xu Dajiang had asked him to let him know if Qiao Ze had any new mathematical discoveries, if Chen Yiwen happened to be aware.
Chen Yiwen had agreed.
After all, it was Xu, the dean standing on Qiao Ze's side, so he wouldn't harm Qiao Ze.
"Hello, Dean Xu."
"Chen Yiwen, what's going on with Qiao Ze?"
The voice on the other end sounded quite weary.
"Nothing much, it's like this: didn't you say yesterday to notify you as soon as Qiao has so new idea? Last night, Qiao had a dream where he seed to have found a thod that could directly give the solution to the Yang-Mills Equations."
"What? In a dream?"
"Yeah, right. Anyway, that's the situation. You can ask our Qiao directly; I don't quite understand these things."
"...Oh, alright, thanks, Chen."
"Sure, no problem, working hard for the developnt of the Xilin University of Technology School of Mathematics is the common duty of all the School of Mathematics students."
"..."
"Well then, Dean Xu, I'm going to hang up now."
"Alright."
...
After hanging up, Xu Dajiang felt sowhat baffled for a mont.
Having studied mathematics his whole life, he had heard about people getting inspiration in their dreams, but those were always from glorified biographies.
At least no one around him had ever solved a challenging math problem in their dreams.
He wasn't even sure if Chen Yiwen was joking with him.
These kids seed to not respect him much as the dean lately.
Forget it, since Qiao Ze was already awake, a simple phone call would clear things up.
Xu Dajiang didn't mind letting Qiao Ze know that the call ca from Chen Yiwen.
In fact, this was with Qiao Ze's consent.
When Chen Yiwen was still a mber of the Group Wisdom team, Xu Dajiang had ntioned that whatever the issue, they could inform him, and for those things Qiao Ze found unimportant, he had Chen Yiwen call him.
But then, Chen Yiwen left the Group Wisdom team, and all news sources dried up.
As for his favorite student...
Forget it, thinking of Liu Chenfeng just made Xu Dajiang angry.
Knowing nothing at all, truly knowing nothing, even though he was in Qiao Ze's research group, he was no help in important matters; not even managing a secondary authorship let alone fetching news.
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