Chapter 637: Chapter 637: The Ancestor’s Dinsionality Reduction Attack Chapter 637: Chapter 637: The Ancestor’s Dinsionality Reduction Attack Bai Chuwei swiftly wrote down an equation on the blackboard that left all the professors bewildered, and with a faint smile, said, “The reason why all the professors are clueless is that your mathematics is still at a most fundantal level!”
Everyone gasped in shock, how arrogant!
Wasn’t each person present a mathematician from China? Who among them hadn’t received a mathematics gold dal?
Yet Bai Chuwei, a re student, actually said their mathematics was still at a most fundantal level!
Tong Qingyan didn’t make a sound, her hand gripping the pen tightly, feeling that these words were said by Bai Chuwei to completely crush her confidence.
If the old professors were still at the most basic level, what about her? In Bai Chuwei’s eyes, could she be an illiterate?
“This involves a new mathematical auxiliary thod, which I’ll only explain once.”
The old professors’ eyes bulged, a new…mathematical auxiliary thod?
All the professors present were trembling, the deep implications of this statent making them break out in a cold sweat.
Everyone should know about the coordinate system, right? Applied in several mathematical fields, the coordinate system is also an auxiliary thod.
How terrifying!
Bai Chuwei stood on the podium and spoke at length, instantly answering the old professors’ questions.
After listening for a few minutes, Tong Qingyan put down her pen, she couldn’t understand.
It was like a dinsionality reduction attack!
All this talk about having a team behind her, Bai Chuwei being just a figurehead, all of that was nonsense!
The scene right now, Bai Chuwei truly knew mathematics!
And this conjecture still needed to reference binary computation, proving that Bai Chuwei truly understood computing.
As for dical skills, Tong Qingyan couldn’t deny.
So many students from Henghua First Middle School had been treated by Bai Chuwei for nearsightedness, nstrual cramps.
Tong Qingyan seed to beco lost in a daze.
At this rate, the gap between her and Bai Chuwei wasn’t small, but a…chasm.
How could she possibly cross it?
Bai Chuwei asked with a smile, “That’s all for the hints, the rest is up to you.”
If everything was explained, then there was no fun in that.
As the saying goes, the master leads you to the door, the practice is up to the individual.
Bai Chuwei picked up the book on the table and, with a smile to the old professors still in thought, said, “I’ve only given you hints.”
So, mathematicians from China do have an advantage over those from abroad!
By now, mathematicians from other countries are probably all confused by her conjecture, without even a direction.
And now, the venerable ancestor has personally given the mathematicians from China a direction, hoping to see a Chinese mathematician crack this conjecture within ten years.
Ten years, just a flick of a finger for her, Bai Chuwei didn’t care.
She picked up the book and leisurely left the auditorium, none of the old professors departed, all sitting in contemplation.
Tong Qingyan bit her lip and stealthily slipped out.
As soon as she left the auditorium, Tong Qingyan’s tears could no longer be held back, and they started streaming down her face, her shoulders convulsing with sobs.
“Are you okay?”
A familiar male voice ca from above her, soft and pleasant to the ear.
Tong Qingyan was startled for a mont, then suddenly looked up into those pitch-black pupils, a hint of familiarity in those eyes, and she unintentionally said, “Fourth Master…”
Xu Xingchen: “…You’ve mistaken for soone else, I’m not Duan Feihan.”
Tong Qingyan wiped her tears and quickly apologized, “Sorry, I got it wrong just now.”
Xu Xingchen sat down beside her, his kind face flashed a trace of gloom as he sneered softly, “No matter, after all, I am a child of the Duan Family, it’s rather normal to look a bit like my uncle.”
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