bookbashuk Chapter 437 The Teacher Won The Prize
Chapter 437 The Teacher Won The Prize
"You named your theory the brain cell-road network model?" An Yulong looked serious.
"Yes, it's called brain circuit model." Song He nodded.
"Why?"
"I'm taking two classes at the same time, one is your math class, and the other is the biology class from the School of Brain Science." Song He explained.
"The biology class required mathematical modeling of neurotransmitter conduction in the brain. I found that it was a bit similar to urban road network modeling. I tried it and it worked, so the two courses learned from each other and summarized the current theory."
"Ye Qian also has classes there, he should know." Song He turned around.
Ye Qian was confused and blinked.
Song He was surprised, "You don't know?"
Ye Qian shook his head, his expression deeply shocked, "I came to take Teacher An's class, and it was Teacher Xiang who recommended me, saying that supplementary math should be useful. But I haven't known what the use is during this time. Let me listen to you tell me. Only then did I understand!”
After saying that, Ye Qian looked ugly and fell into depression, with regrets written all over his face such as "I learned this lesson in vain" and "What have I learned?"
Song He looked at him sympathetically and said to himself, young man, you have no wisdom... I thought you were following the same route as me, but what are you doing?
"Your theories and mine can complement each other." An Yulong said, "The combination of brain cells and road networks is very interesting, but I have doubts."
"Teacher, I also have doubts about your theory." Song He smiled.
"Then let's ask each other." An Yulong nodded, "What is the process of Q for your third-stage model, the seventh segment?"
"Given a smooth projective 3-fold X, consider its ideal layer and find the subconcept Z..." Song He blurted out.
An Yulong quickly interrupted him, "I understand, it's your turn to ask."
"Teacher, what's your idea for the additional small model on the second page?" Song He pushed the document in his hand over.
"The projective space is homeomorphic to the spherical quotient." An Yulong said calmly. Seeing Song He frowning, he continued to explain, "Abstract the core block into a sphere, omit the north and south poles, and the rest are homeomorphic to the flat ring. According to From the closed surface classification theorem, you can get the small picture below."
Song He thought for a few seconds and nodded repeatedly, "I understand, teacher! It's very clever!"
"Explain your fourth-level model, the first segment." An Yulong flicked the mouse.
"There is symmetry in the relationship..." Song He just started to say.
"I understand." An Yulong understood quickly, "You ask."
The master and apprentice took each other's theories and began to ask and answer questions at a fast pace!
But the two spoke in completely different volumes.
Song He only spoke a sentence or two, or even a few words, and An Yulong could suddenly understand his thoughts without having to listen further.
Song He had only experienced this situation when discussing issues with Teacher Xiang. When he started talking, Teacher Xiang understood immediately.
This is... the crushing of high-level math experts!
Every time An Yulong opened his mouth to explain, he would go on for a long time, squeezing out bit by bit like toothpaste, constantly adding explanations, and observing Song He's reaction while squeezing until he understood.
This is...the struggle of low-level math weaklings!
Song He and An Yulong were chatting away with each other, and Ye Qian's expression changed next to him.
At first, Ye Qian could barely keep up and understood the conversation between the master and the apprentice, but soon his expression became more and more confused, and he became less and less understandable!
Ye Qian huddled aside pitifully, looking sad and at a loss.
What made him even more confused was what happened next.
An Yulong and Song He finally completed their understanding of each other's theories. They pondered for a moment and looked at each other again. The eyes of both master and disciple flickered slightly.
"Your and my theories can be integrated together," An Yulong said.
Song He nodded in agreement, "I seem to have some ideas of writing backwards. Teacher, have you read the paper on stochastic differential equations of Markov processes by Ito Kiyoshi in 1984?"
An Yulong nodded immediately, "But it cannot be applied directly. This paper must be combined with the paper two years later where Ellenberg's split-term elimination method was used for projective modules."
Song He twisted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, yes!"
"About this part of the loophole." An Yulong pulled out a piece of scratch paper and wrote quickly on it, "What do you think?"
"Teacher Chongqing has an article on Arnold diffusion of nearly product Hamiltonian systems with 3 degrees of freedom." Song He said hesitantly.
"No, that article can solve the instability of some topological situations, but our model is not applicable." An Yulong pondered.
The teacher and student continued to go back and forth, communicating like they were playing badminton, throwing papers at each other to advance their ideas.
Ye Qian next to him collapsed emotionally!
He doesn't understand, he really doesn't understand!
He was familiar with many of the names, and he must have read relevant papers, but he couldn't automatically recall the content of the paper just by mentioning the year or the name of the paper, let alone extract the details that could be used in the paper!
Ye Qian was dizzy, and he had the illusion that he was listening in on the secret codes of two agents. The paper was a code book. He who did not understand the code book did not understand the huge amount of information behind each sentence.
Rarely in his life, Ye Qian had the feeling that he was a fool... It turned out that the communication between smart people could be so concise. A few words could convey thousands of words of information to each other, allowing outsiders who didn't know the truth to understand. I just want to hit the wall!
The exchange lasted for several long hours.
Song He and An Yulong were completely immersed in it. Their attention was focused on each other's mathematical ideas, and they didn't even notice Ye Qian, who was in depression next to them.
Ye Qian has become an out-and-out air person with zero sense of existence.
Finally, the mobile phone on the desk rang with a crisp message, interrupting the communication.
"Bad thing." An Yulong picked up the phone and looked at it, frowning, "I won the award."
"Did you win a prize?" Song He was startled, "What prize?"
"Bennett Mathematics Award, this year's gold medal is me." An Yulong said.
Song He and Ye Qian looked at each other and were both shocked.
The Bennett Mathematics Prize is a new prize that was launched five years ago. Although it is not as famous as the old prizes with a long history, the prize money is lavish. The gold prize starts with a prize of three million, and there is also a heavy solid gold medal!
"What a good thing!" Song He said, "The bonus is very high!"
"Yes, how can it be a bad thing if you have fame and money?" Ye Qian agreed, "Congratulations, teacher!"
"It's certainly a good thing to receive the bonus, but I have to go to Geneva to receive the award. After receiving the award, I have to attend the organizer's mathematics forum. Trouble!" An Yulong frowned, "I have to leave tomorrow. I won't be able to come back for ten or eight days. But I still have a lot of research to do.”
Song He and Ye Qian looked at each other. Teacher An was so out of vulgar taste that it was even troublesome to receive the award!
What’s the point of not finishing the research at hand? Do you care about delaying this week when it comes to mathematicians?
Isn’t it part of the job of a mathematician to go to international mathematics forums and brag?
"Forget it, I'll put my work aside and go for a trip. Working behind closed doors every day won't work." An Yulong thought for a moment and made a decision, then looked up at the student, "While I'm on a business trip, Song He, you will study the model carefully and feel free to make any progress." Communicate with me!”
"Understood!" Song He agreed enthusiastically, "Teacher, you have given me a lot of ideas, students should make breakthroughs as soon as possible!"
An Yulong's eyes moved to Ye Qian, and he was briefly confused for a moment, as if he had forgotten who this person was. Fortunately, his eyes immediately changed again, and he suddenly realized that his memory had been restored.
"Oh, Ye Qian, you too, study carefully." An Yulong said calmly.
"Understood, students will work hard." Ye Qian's face turned green. Teacher, what was that look in your eyes just now? Did you really ignore me for a long time?
An Yulong suddenly remembered something, "Do you two want to go? The gold medal winner can take a few students to the forum. Mathematicians from all over the world will give lectures at the forum. It would be good to listen to it."
As he spoke, An Yulong moved his eyes to Ye Qian and added, "Even if you don't understand, the forum provides free meals, and the snacks, fruits and vegetables are the most expensive. Many scholars fly there just to eat for a few days."
Ye Qian's face turned green again, teacher, why are you looking at me and emphasizing this?
"I'm not going." Song He shook his head decisively, "I'll stay and do research in a down-to-earth manner."
Ye Qian hesitated for a moment, "Teacher, I want to go... listen to the lecture and look at the question wall."
"Problem wall?" Song He was startled, "What is that?"
"You don't know?!" An Yulong and Ye Qian looked at him with surprised expressions, like looking at cavemen.
Song He shook his head blankly, thinking to himself, is it necessary to react so loudly? It's like he doesn't know CNKI.