noveltune Chapter 75 We must escape quickly!
Chapter 75 We must escape quickly!
After class, Su Hao didn't even eat. He rushed back to his desk in the dormitory and immediately took out his notebook.
"Calculation 178. Begin."
In this world, those mathematicians standing at the top of the pyramid often have a morbid obsession with conjectures that are of world-class difficulty.
Like a moth drawn to a flame, it's a suicidal instinct that runs deep in your bones and is completely irresistible.
But if anyone who truly understands the situation and cares about Su Hao's life or death saw him in his current state...
They would scream and rush forward to stop him at all costs, even if it meant tying him up!
Because for a genius who hasn't fully matured, prematurely investing their brain's computational power into this historical abyss that has devoured countless geniuses...
It's like tap dancing on a powder keg—purely playing with fire and getting burned!
Just look at history.
Paul Wolfskell once devoted his life to solving Fermat's Last Theorem, but died without completing the closed loop.
On his deathbed, filled with endless resentment, he even made a last wish, offering his entire fortune as a reward to anyone who could cross this insurmountable barrier in the future.
How heartbreaking this is!
Louis de Blanche is a typical victim whose lifeblood was drained by the "specter of the Riemann Hypothesis".
More than thirty years of hard work resulted in extreme mental exhaustion and collapse, like a body stripped of its soul, and he eventually faded completely from the mainstream mathematics community's view.
The Four Color Theorem is another academic Bermuda story that has led countless brilliant mathematicians to their downfall and bury their prime years in its intricacies.
Although the problem was later solved by brute force by computer, resulting in a solution that was considered "not elegant" and even somewhat ugly by real mathematicians.
However, it has at least been officially classified as "solved" in academia.
As a promising academic star with unlimited potential who could crush his peers at any time, Su Hao had no rational reason to stubbornly pursue this desperate place that had buried the bones of countless martyrs!
rustling... rustling...
In the quiet room, the only sound was the frantic scratching of a pencil tip on the draft paper.
But in Su Hao's mind, the instruction to "give up when things get tough" never existed.
There's no lofty reason whatsoever.
Simply because this is the first towering mountain marked "unresolved" that he has encountered since he gained self-awareness!
He must conquer it, even if it means being shattered to pieces!
Before this, Su Hao had actually been stuck on this hellish problem for far too long.
He had an absolute grasp of the topology of the entire maze:
Where is there a dead end where you'll inevitably crash and bruise, and which set of equations is destined to lead to an infinitely large abyss of collapse?
Driven by the human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, when writing equations, he would subconsciously avoid all known "dead ends" as if dodging landmines.
However, as the derivation levels continue to descend, those insurmountable theoretical barriers become increasingly thick and massive, until they turn into a wall of sighs.
This is the core deadlock that has long been locking down Su Hao's brain's computing power!
But tonight, during his 178th trial and error, a strange feeling suddenly surged into his central nervous system!
His top-notch mathematical intuition, honed through countless trials, sent out an extremely strong warning signal!
"Wait..." Su Hao stopped writing, his pupils contracting sharply.
Is it really necessary to avoid this path that I've always considered a dead end?
What if we introduce another low-level dimensionality reduction tool to forcibly eliminate it?
Like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, it completely cleaved open the chaotic mind.
During the day, Liu Zhiyun's cold words on the podium in front of the blackboard now resounded in Su Hao's mind like a great bell!
Not all of the conditional parameters given in the problem need to be called.
Conversely, unnecessary false conditions must be eliminated in the very first step!
This is extremely basic common sense, but at this moment, Liu Zhiyun's words, which were like a wake-up call, transformed into an incomparably sharp scalpel!
It precisely cut through the thick information cocoon that Su Hao had formed over a long period of time due to his "risk-averse inertia".
The moment the cocoon burst, a brand new path, located in another dimension, slowly unfolded before his eyes!
Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh—!
Suddenly, the pencil in Su Hao's hand seemed to come alive, changing its angle of attack. The tip of the pencil, like a drawn blade, pointed directly at the death zone that he had once regarded as an absolute forbidden zone.
His right hand moved wildly across the draft paper, which was covered with limit symbols and matrix equations, his force penetrating the paper.
In that quiet, even somewhat viscous air, Su Hao, like an old monk in deep meditation, was conducting this desperate, all-or-nothing breakout with an eerie level of concentration!
rustling...
The last line of formula appeared on the paper.
The final trump card has still not been fully revealed.
But this was completely different from the 177 times of despair and setbacks in the past!
Before, he was like a person lost in an endless dark wasteland, futilely drawing concentric circles with his footprints;
And now, his pen is following a real underground river, approaching the clear spring hidden deep in the desert with unstoppable force!
That wall of sighs that had stood before Su Hao for years, a wall that had caused countless geniuses to perish.
Tonight, in his eyes burning with fervor, for the first time in his life...
A blinding crack, radiating the light of truth, appeared!
...
"How much longer...?"
Maybe tomorrow, I'll wake up and have a sudden flash of inspiration;
Maybe next year, after countless times hitting dead ends and getting hurt...
If you're unlucky, it might take even longer, or even cost you your entire youth.
"Ugh—"
Su Hao tilted his head back, let out a long sigh from his chest, and stretched vigorously.
Then, his gaze fell on the cheeky little yellow duck on the pencil tip.
"Psyduck, you're looking forward to it too, aren't you?"
Su Hao extended his index finger and gently flicked the duck's round head, muttering to himself,
"You never know when you might need to put all your computing power into it."
But stay put until then and don't torture me.
Perhaps it was the dopamine fluctuations and stress caused by environmental changes that led to him having to "release Psyduck" for shorter and shorter periods of time.
If he doesn't quickly find a way to release this computing power, his panic disorder will definitely kick in and teach him a lesson.
Therefore, he has been living as cautiously as a bomb disposal expert lately.
"How long can this tightrope walking situation last...?"
Su Hao leaned back in his chair, lost in deep thought.
As long as Psyduck is in an absolutely stable environment and allowed to run wildly and calculate without any restraint, its frenzied impulse can be calmed down.
Su Hao once secretly recorded his state of losing control due to extreme inner unease.
When he watched the video again, the figure in the picture, who looked like he was possessed by a demon, with bloodshot eyes and a crazy mouth muttering formulas, seemed completely unfamiliar to him and even gave him the creeps.
He would rather die than have outsiders discover this dark history.
There must be a way. We will definitely find a solution that can both appease Psyduck and allow us to uphold our principles.
He seemed to have grasped something subconsciously, but it was like a reflection in water, and he could never quite figure out the specific method.
……
The next morning, it was time for my run again.
Prolonged mental work had triggered a crisis in his physical functions; if he didn't move around a bit, his nervous system would start to protest.
Su Hao moved swiftly, quickly changed into his sportswear, and left the dormitory.
The weather is nice today; the sun is shining through the clouds.
He figured that running around the track every day was too boring, so he might as well try a different route and explore other corners of the campus.
As I jogged along the tree-lined path past the edge of the dormitory area, the atmosphere around me began to subtly change.
The air was even faintly filled with the aroma of turpentine and coffee.
Su Hao slowed his pace, taking a moment to catch his breath as he curiously looked around the art academy he had never visited before.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "So this school, which is known for its strictness, actually has such a beautiful and colorful place."
A gentle breeze blows, and various avant-garde sculptures are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner on the wide lawn.
There are abstract, sleek metal structures, enormous life-size wooden sculptures that have a slightly eerie feel, and stained glass art installations that refract sunlight onto the grass, creating a mesmerizing and colorful effect.
After running a little further, he saw several students sitting on a bench by the roadside, intently drawing sketches.
Paintbrushes, paints from palettes, and sharpened pencils were scattered haphazardly around them, and each of them exuded a sense of uninhibited relaxation.
Su Hao looked down at his neat, wrinkle-free tracksuit and felt that his style was out of place with the free and easy atmosphere here. He subconsciously quickened his pace, wanting to cross the area.
Just then, a group of students rehearsing an orchestra appeared in a small square ahead.
It seemed that the rehearsal had just begun, and there was no chemistry whatsoever. The chords that should have blended together were now in complete disarray.
Su Hao suddenly felt a heavy weight in his chest and a strange shortness of breath. He stopped abruptly and braced himself on his knees with his hands.
Crack—bang—clang—
Trombones, violins, timpani... the sounds of various instruments collided violently and haphazardly in mid-air, the sound tracks were fragmented, and the music was a chaotic mess.
Those disordered, completely off-key notes... in Su Hao's brain, meticulously armed with mathematical logic...
Like rusty saw blades, they were frantically scraping back and forth against his auditory nerves!
Thump, thump.
My heart felt like it was being struck by a heavy hammer, and it began to race wildly in my chest.
Su Hao staggered suddenly, feeling as if the ground beneath his feet had tilted horribly in an instant, and a dizzying sensation like a tsunami swept over him.
"Oh no..." he thought to himself, clenching his teeth.
Why did it have to happen in a place where there were people all around?
Only at this moment did the piercing alarm sound in his mind.
He then realized that yesterday, because he had been working on the Four Color Theorem, his brain had been on edge the whole time, and he hadn't given Psyduck any time to unleash its pent-up computing power.
The current "Psyduck" is like a frantic Tyrannosaurus Rex trapped in a small cage and constantly stimulated by noise!
He covered his ears tightly with both hands, enduring the churning in his stomach, and staggered forward.
We have to escape right now!
Escape this source of noise that creates mental pollution!