Zheng Xiweng almost rushed into his office, then quickly wrote down all the symbols from the formulas in his mory.
Qiao Yu’s explanations were undeniably useful.
Although he still didn’t quite understand the aning of these formulas, at least he could read all the symbols and roughly knew what they represented.
For example, subset, modal projection operator, modal connection, trace, norm, and so on.
For a mont, Zheng Xiweng even felt as if math had outshone him at his age.
If he could have rembered so many mathematical formulas in high school, he might have been able to attend Huaqing Yanbei, but unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way.
After recording more than ten formulas on paper, carefully checking them twice to ensure they matched his mory exactly, Zheng Xiweng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason he didn’t use a computer was that many of these mathematical symbols were just visual mories, and he didn’t know how to type them using an input thod.
Fortunately, those entrusted with important security tasks also had high mory requirents, so Old Zheng’s mory was actually not bad. Even if Qiao Yu really scrambled those formulas, he now had a backup.
However, Zheng Xiweng didn’t stop there. Instead, he tried to record Qiao Yu’s explanations as best as he could from mory.
Theoretically, these formulas should be sufficient. But having these explanations would likely help those bigwigs understand faster.
Otherwise, if Qiao Yu really didn’t explain them to the outside world, mathematicians would probably find it quite laborious to understand these formulas.
Having been around Qiao Yu for so long, he had seen this situation many tis.
One can only say that there’s a big gap between mathematicians themselves.
This is just like attending math classes as a child. The teacher has gone over an example problem multiple tis, but when it changes form during exams, so students still can’t solve it.
After completing these tasks, Zheng Xiweng returned to Qiao Yu’s office.
He made sure to glance at Qiao Yu’s desk, and sure enough, the manuscript paper filled with formulas was gone. The shredder beside it already had fresh scraps of paper.
"Have you morized everything?" Qiao Yu leaned in his chair, rubbing his temples, and casually asked.
"I’ve morized all the formulas. Your explanations, I don’t rember entirely," Zheng Xiweng replied honestly.
"Haha, it’s actually fine to just morize the formulas. The vast majority of mathematical theorems can be expressed using mathematical expressions without any need for additional wording.
Because the essence of a mathematical theorem is the statent of relationships between mathematical objects. So, the language of math is inherently powerful and universal; those explanations are only to make it easier for learners to understand those anings.
But rember, when you disseminate them, ensure to annotate that all mathematical symbols on the formulas should be understood through the Generalized Modal Axiomatic System."
Qiao Yu casually explained so basic concepts to Zheng Xiweng.
The initial excitent of wanting to announce it to the world after solving a mathematical problem had faded for him.
Even the joy of solving difficult problems was diminishing. Sotis Qiao Yu reflected on this himself but, regrettably, he truly never saw math as his lifelong pursuit, even though many hoped he would.
"By the way, why did you specifically co looking for just now?" Qiao Yu asked again.
Generally speaking, Zheng Xiweng wouldn’t disturb Qiao Yu unless there was an urgent situation or there was news on sothing Qiao Yu had previously instructed him on.
This ti was clearly no exception.
"The Richards and the film crew have arrived in Beijing. They are currently staying at a hotel near Space City.
According to the arrangent, Richard and his eldest son will begin training at the Huaxia Astronaut Research Training Center the day after tomorrow.
You ntioned you wanted to be inford once they arrived in Huaxia to decide when you want to et with them."
Zheng Xiweng reported.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yu imdiately perked up and asked, "Do I have anything specific to do tomorrow?"
Zheng Xiweng thought for a mont and then honestly said, "Originally, there wasn’t anything specific scheduled."
Both of them being clever people, Qiao Yu instantly understood Zheng Xiweng’s ssage. He then said enthusiastically, "Then don’t go spreading those formulas everywhere today. Wait until I’ve t Richard and Thomas tomorrow before you do anything. I want to give them a good lesson."
Zheng Xiweng nodded in agreent, realizing obviously, it wasn’t to discuss math with those two...
Young people always have an inexplicable confidence in areas they’re not proficient in.
"So, from nine to eleven o’clock tomorrow morning, will two hours be enough?"
Qiao Yu shook his head and said, "Make it until twelve. I’ll also treat them to a al."
Zheng Xiweng silently nodded.
It was Qiao Yu’s first ti being interested in giving a three-hour lecture to soone, and he still needed support.
After all, he wasn’t this enthusiastic even when he was teaching his own math students. Truly, it followed the academic tradition of a ntor leading you to the door, but cultivation depends on the individual.
Zheng Xiweng rembered how, when Qiao Yu recruited his first batch of doctoral students, he said this during their first eting.
"You need to think about why both master’s and doctorate’s titles end with ’graduate student.’ Because the path you’re on is for research.
And research is very self-directed work. In our math community, there’s actually a tradition that etings between ntors and students don’t need to be very frequent.
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