stjorthotic Chapter 207 A Kind of Faith
Chapter 207 A Kind of Faith
Holy crap?
Putting a first-year undergraduate student on the same level as Newton and Gauss?!
That's way too much!
However, Allen suddenly felt an indescribable pang of sorrow welling up in his heart.
He lowered his head silently, staring at his fingertips, calloused from years of holding a pen and approving documents.
I myself was once inside that same academic hall, shrouded in the halo of "truth"!
But now, he has been completely reduced to an outsider who can only look up from the doorway.
This intense sense of falling from the clouds to the mud filled him with bitterness and desolation.
"I really envy that kid..." Allen murmured to himself, his eyes unfocused.
"Actually, when I was young, I fantasized about that kind of life countless times."
In Allen's eyes, those lives that distanced themselves from worldly trivialities, dedicated their lives to writing, and freely pursued the truth...
It was so dazzling that it almost made him cry!
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Whitman's face darkened abruptly.
"Huh?" Allen was taken aback.
"Aren't you also a student in this world of mathematics, pursuing truth?"
Allen gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth, a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"You must be joking."
Can even an administrative civil servant like me, who struggles at the bottom and is constantly entangled in trivial matters, be included?
To be honest, I've been looking at the Boston municipal budget far more often than I've been looking at differential equations lately.
Want to get back into action and chase your childhood dreams?
"Sigh, I'm too old now, my brain's long since rusted."
Whitman slammed her hand on the coffee table, her eyes wide with anger:
"How dare you utter such despicable and shameful words to my face?!"
"Ah, Professor... I'm sorry. I misspoke." Allen was startled and quickly shrank back.
Whitman didn't reply, but simply stared intently at Allen.
Those deep and sharp eyes made Allen momentarily dazed, as if they had pierced through the barrier of time.
It was exactly the same as when I was in graduate school and wanted to give up because I couldn't solve a problem, and my advisor scolded me mercilessly!
"Listen, Allen," Whitman said, emphasizing each word.
"Being a mathematician is not a profession, but a belief!"
They are believers who, even at the very last moment of their lives, even if they are about to enter their coffin tomorrow, will still stretch their stiff necks and gaze at the stars today!
"But...why be so persistent?"
Faced with Allen's instinctive question, Whitman gave the answer he had guarded his entire life with unwavering certainty:
"Because if even we, the people who look up at the stars, give up, then no one in this world will be willing to go into that endless darkness to seek the truth!"
Tell me, Allen, are you really content to live in such a boring world filled with the stench of money and calculation, devoid of any logical beauty?
boom!
These words struck Allen like a heavy hammer blow to the chest.
In his youth, he was a believer who saw only light and firmly believed that truth could propel the world forward.
Even now, after being brutally beaten by society, this belief buried deep in my bones has never wavered in the slightest; it has simply been buried by dust...
Now, this layer of dust was completely blown away by Whitman's roar!
"Professor..." Allen took a deep breath, a long-lost light rekindling in his eyes.
"It's so great that I'm able to visit you today, even though I have to be so shameless."
Thanks to you, I feel like I've found my direction again.
"Take whatever you can get your attention from," Whitman said, her expression softening slightly.
"Then... may I take a copy of Su Hao's paper?"
"There's no need for that," Whitman waved her hand.
"I had already submitted the manuscript to the arXiv preprint repository before you arrived."
Based on the review speed, it should be publicly available online on the system around tomorrow. Go check it out online yourself.
"Thank you so much! I'll come visit you again next time!"
As Allen stepped out of the building, he took a deep breath of fresh air.
The afterglow of the setting sun, like a dazzling filter, had dyed the exterior walls of the entire campus buildings a crimson hue, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
As Allen walked, he suddenly stopped.
No!
Regardless, having gained so much, I should at least thank Su Hao in person before leaving.
Even if it's just to get to know the face of that future mathematical genius beforehand.
Following his memory, Allen found the affordable restaurant on campus where students liked to gather and complain about their professors after giving academic presentations.
He walked straight inside, his gaze sweeping across the room.
In an instant, at the table in the corner by the window, he witnessed an extremely comical yet heartbreaking scene:
Three students were lying there.
Su Hao, Ellie, Jason.
They lay motionless on the table, like defeated soldiers who had just retreated from the battlefield, their faces buried in their arms.
All three of them fell into a deep sleep due to extreme exhaustion, and a few faint snores could even be heard.
"Oh……"
Seeing their slightly furrowed brows even in their sleep, a gentle smile appeared on Allen's lips.
Even a monster who can see through the world's underlying code is still a child who gets exhausted after staying up all night.
He stood still and quietly observed the group of exhausted young people for a long time.
In order not to disturb their hard-won rest, he moved quietly, just as he had come, and turned away into the night.
.......
The next day.
As night fell, the Transportation Bureau building was completely empty.
After get off work, Allen stayed alone in the empty director's office.
On the desk, the computer screen emitted a faint blue light.
In the center of the screen, the paper that had just been published on arXiv in the early hours of the morning was prominently displayed.
Tap...tap...
He scrolled the mouse wheel extremely slowly, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.
At first, his expression was relatively calm.
But as Allen delved deeper into the paper, he realized with great distress that he had indeed neglected his studies far too much recently.
Those academic languages that he should have known by heart, those languages that were etched into his DNA like his mother tongue, now transformed into menacing demons, becoming increasingly unfamiliar, obscure, and hostile.
However, as he forced himself to be patient and slowly went deeper...
His eyes widened even more!
My breathing began to become extremely heavy!
God!
This is absolutely unbelievable!!
This paper is by no means a simple "traffic signal optimization study" that municipal departments would like to see.
This is clearly a heinous and outrageous undertaking!
That freak Su Hao actually tried to use pure mathematical brute force to forcibly cram the entire massive and chaotic urban transportation network, skin and bones, into the phase space of the time dimension for analysis!
The derivation process on the screen ravaged his visual nerves like a storm.
What the hell kind of brain circuit is this?
Su Hao is attempting to use an extremely rigorous mathematical structure to deeply analyze the movement trajectories of all humanity in this city and the dynamic interaction between them and the traffic light signals!
What chilled Allen even more was that, in the very heart of the paper, there was a complex equation that “devoured everything”!
It arrogantly attempts to forcibly break down and compress the city's chaotic decision-making process, ultimately collapsing it into a single, isolated function!