novelraw Chapter 111 The Old Monk Enters Meditation
Chapter 111 The Old Monk Enters Meditation
After a brief silence, emotions erupted completely!
"It's really...unbelievable..."
The first to break down was Kenji Shimura, a Japanese old-school scholar known for his rigor, whose eyes were now unfocused due to extreme shock.
He unconsciously murmured in his mother tongue, his voice broken like a dream.
"This is fucking spectacular!"
I've been teaching for so many years, and I've seen more geniuses than I've eaten baguettes!
But I swear, I've never seen such an amazing, crazy classroom in my entire life!
"It's simply a visual miracle!"
God is my witness, all the top-notch laboratories I've ever worked in are like a garbage dump compared to this place.
This is the coolest and most beautiful battlefield I've ever seen!
Suddenly, English, French, Japanese, German...
The classroom was filled with gasps and gasps of surprise, a mixture of languages and expressions of shock and disbelief, as people’s worldviews shattered. It was like a multi-ethnic choir.
"Hahaha! That's incredible! That's absolutely amazing!"
We old guys usually stay in the ivory tower, numbly staring at those neatly formatted but rigid and boring electronic papers.
Now, I am truly experiencing firsthand this scene of deduction, filled with primal wildness and intellectual battles.
I feel like all the blood in my body is on fire!
Damn, it feels like I've been transported back to my student days, when I could stay up for three days straight just to figure out a formula!
The burly German scholar, Georg, slapped his thighs hard and let out an extremely exaggerated and hearty laugh, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism.
"That's right! Use pure reason to carve out a bloody path to truth from chaos!"
Isn't this the ultimate romance that we mathematicians have been searching for all along?
Chloe, the French topological goddess who is usually as cold as ice, was like a young girl in love at this moment.
With red eyes, she ignored the dust covering the walls and slowly, obsessively, strolled along the wall covered with drafts.
Her fingertips, trembling slightly with excitement, gently traced the rough edges of the paper, as if caressing a lover's skin.
Finally, her fingertips stopped abruptly on a complex mapping formula.
"Look! Look here, it's so beautiful!"
Numbers are mapped to each other in the most primitive and purest way here.
At the points of discontinuity in these deductions, an old set of rules is breaking down, and within these cracks, a completely new set of rules, never before seen by anyone, is being born!
You should know that the people standing in this classroom right now are all the world's top mathematicians, standing at the very top of the pyramid of human intelligence!
For them, sitting in a comfortable air-conditioned room and reviewing top-tier papers that could win international awards is as bland as eating a typical home-cooked meal.
However, at this moment, when they are no longer facing piles of ink-stained paper that have been printed and typed and stripped of all emotion;
Rather, it's about truly being on this blood-soaked battlefield, where even the lingering warmth of that genius's thoughts remains...
The tremor, as if their souls had been pierced by lightning, made their blood boil uncontrollably!
Looking at the messy handwriting, a soul-stirring, aloof figure involuntarily surfaced in their minds:
That young mathematician, only thirteen years old, whose body may not have fully developed yet...
He stubbornly locked himself in this cramped room all by himself.
There was no applause, no assistants, not even a hot meal!
Like a lone wolf, he endured countless dark and hopeless days and nights, battling the century-old dragon known as the Four Color Theorem...
They are engaged in a lonely battle that is destined to be unknown to anyone, yet is extremely brutal!
Stein, a German old-fashioned man known for his extreme meticulousness, was wearing reading glasses and staring intently at an inconspicuous piece of scratch paper stuck in the corner of the wall, his eyes almost touching his nose.
He keenly observed that the black ink marks were written in an extremely wild and cursive style, and the arrangement of the characters did not follow any format or regularity.
Several lines of the derivation formulas were even written crookedly and jaggedly.
Anyone can see at a glance that this is a mark made by the writer in an extreme hurry when inspiration suddenly bursts forth, fearing that it will be lost in an instant, and without regard for layout, in a near-mad rush.
"This is a completely new notation method that has never been documented in any existing traditional textbooks."
Chloe, standing beside him, nodded deeply in agreement.
"I guess this child just thinks too fast and finds the traditional way of writing too time-consuming."
To facilitate his own rapid deductions, he fabricated this 'encryption language' that only he could understand!
Chloe gave a bitter laugh, her tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness.
"Clearly, from the very first day he put pen to paper, he had no intention of making this classroom and these derivations public to any living person in the world!"
Stan gave a wry smile and rubbed the stubble on his chin:
"Then our hard times ahead are going to be tough."
We, a group of old bones who've been lauded by outsiders, are now being treated like elementary school students, deciphering the encrypted text of a thirteen-year-old from scratch!
As she spoke, Chloe's fingers suddenly froze on an inconspicuous spot near the top of the wall.
"Good heavens! Look here! He actually managed to forcefully reverse his course of thought, which had reached a dead end!"
If we proceed according to the definition of topology, the state transition we just discussed, if we push it forward ten steps, will inevitably trigger a catastrophic logical conflict!
Guess what he did?
He didn't even try to dodge; he simply rose up from the ground and created a completely new rule without any precedent, then stepped over the steps he had built himself!
That's terrifying! If it were me...
Chloe's forehead was beaded with cold sweat.
"Even if I had ten times the courage, I would never dare to take such a suicidal approach, which is like walking a tightrope!"
The slightest oversight could wipe out all the hard work put in; the risk is simply outrageous!
Hearing Chloe's exclamation, Kenji Shimura also came over. After a minute of extremely painful mental calculations, he let out a long breath and stared at the formula on the wall with the look of someone looking at a monster:
"It was indeed an extremely arrogant and dangerous attempt at jumping."
But that's the part that really sends chills down your spine.
Based on the convergence results derived later, he not only did not die from the fall;
On the contrary, by making this thrilling leap, he cleverly and perfectly avoided all logical paradoxes and contradictions!
They even went so far as to stitch the entire massive system together, creating a perfect closed loop that we couldn't even find fault with!
Click.
Click!Click!
While the bigwigs were staring at the formulas on the wall, questioning their very existence, the accompanying top experts didn't dare to interrupt.
At this moment, they were all scattered in the dark corners of the classroom like fanatical believers digging for some prehistoric relics.
Holding a high-definition camera, I frantically pressed the shutter, wishing I could collect every single chalk dust point as firsthand, invaluable evidence.
Amidst this cacophony of academic fervor, Ilya Cronin, the undisputed core of the team...
Yet, like a frozen ancient Greek sculpture, it stood for a long time in the center of this classroom, which resembled a battlefield ruin, as still and motionless as an old monk in meditation.