I Exchange For Black Technology By Blowing Up The Bully

Chapter 689 Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

"Ah?" Song He tilted his head, "Why did you lie to me?"

"I told you a few days ago that there was something wrong with Yang Jingshan's solution." Professor Deng sighed, "I lied to you."

Song He was stunned and his eyes became serious, "So he has really proved it?"

"Yes, the proof is even very clever. I said that to encourage you to move forward." Professor Deng said seriously, "So you have actually lost, stop fighting so hard, and rest honestly. "

Song He's eyes were suspicious, "Professor Deng, your words are very suspicious!"

"Suspicious?" Professor Deng was startled.

"How do I know if you lied to me once and made me give up the proof because you were worried about my health?" Song He asked.

"I am really worried that you will ruin your health. How can you prove it without eating?" Professor Deng looked serious, "But I didn't lie to you this time. Dalingale guessed that Yang Jingshan completed the proof! I carefully read all his Proof steps, no problem found!”

"So, his route is right, and your route is wrong!" Professor Deng said, "This is why I told you the story of jumping into the lake. You will soon find that you took the wrong route. I'll give you a call." Get vaccinated.”

After saying that, Professor Deng turned away awkwardly and stopped looking at him.

"But...I'm close to getting certified!" Song He said suddenly.

Professor Deng was stunned and turned to look at him again, "How is it possible? Isn't your route different from Yang Jingshan's? He has already proved it!"

"Is there a possibility..." Song He smiled, "If his route can be proven, my route can also be proven?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Professor Deng shook his head, "You are not on two parallel paths. Your proof lines are in conflict!"

"I also discovered this." Song He nodded, "I have a bold guess."

Professor Deng looked at him with questions.

"In the same plane, our two straight lines are either parallel or intersecting, but in space, we can be neither parallel nor intersecting, creating a completely new positional relationship!" Song He used a metaphor.

Professor Deng was confused at first, but then he understood something and his expression became incredible.

"You have verified that Yang Jingshan's proof is correct, then his straight line must be correct." Song He said, "As long as I can also prove success, it means that there is a broader world besides the two straight lines between Yang Jingshan and me. Research space!”

"In other words, the process of proving the Dalingal Conjecture is likely to lead to new conjectures in a larger field!"

Song He smiled, "If I really succeed, the Lingar conjecture will become very interesting. First it was a small Lingar conjecture, and in the process of proving it, I discovered the big Lingar conjecture. Now in the process of proving the big Lingar conjecture, I have discovered a bigger one." Guess!"

"The picture you imagined is very moving, but the probability is very small." Professor Deng said calmly, "That route of yours should not be proven."

"Then give it a try!" Song He sat up.

"No, lie down and rest!" Professor Deng said, "You are still young, your health comes first!"

"I took a glucose injection." Song He raised his hand to take the sling bottle, "Now my whole body is full of energy!"

"Lie down."

"It's okay, Professor."

Professor Deng suddenly raised his hand and pressed the call bell on the bedside.

Song He's face changed slightly, why doesn't this old man respect martial ethics? And tell the nurse?

Professor Deng snorted coldly, turned over and looked towards the door.

A few seconds later, the ward door was slammed open and the nurse rushed in, "What's wrong?"

"The kid in the next bed insisted on sitting up to solve the problem, but he didn't listen when I asked him to rest." Professor Deng accused seriously.

The nurse looked at the bed next to her and suddenly showed a strange expression.

Professor Deng saw that the nurse's expression was wrong and immediately turned over to take a look.

I saw Song He lying on the bed like a dead pig and sleeping soundly. His breathing was quite even. It looked like he had been asleep for a long time.

"He acted!" Professor Deng's eyes widened, "He pretended to sleep!"

The nurse looked at Professor Deng strangely and made a shushing gesture to indicate that he should not wake up the patient by speaking loudly.

Then, the nurse hurriedly left and closed the ward door.

Song He, who was sleeping soundly, sat up in a second and smiled mischievously, "Professor Deng, you are still a bit young to fight with me!"

Professor Deng was so angry that he was a little confused, "Slippery! Just lie down and go to sleep! If you dare to stay up all night to solve problems, I will ring the bell every time you sit up!"

"Professor Deng, did you ever hear the story of the boy who cried wolf when you were a child?" Song He asked proudly, "If you press the button too many times, the nurse won't believe you, and they might even urge you to leave the hospital!"

Professor Deng's nose was so angry that he couldn't do anything.

"I definitely believe Professor Deng!" The door to the ward opened with a bang, and the little nurse came in angrily, "You can lie down on bed number two and go to sleep now! How dare you work in the middle of the night when you faint from overwork? Don't you have a long memory?"

Song He turned green instantly, why doesn't this nurse respect martial ethics? Can you eavesdrop outside the door?

Professor Deng was so happy that he gave the little nurse a thumbs up.

"Lie down, lie down, lie down!" The nurse grabbed Song He's collar, pushed him down on the bed, and quickly covered him with the quilt, "Sleep! I'll watch you sleep!"

"Comrade nurse, there is really nothing wrong with my health. Just write down some proof steps. I won't be tired!" Song He resisted stubbornly.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep!" The nurse didn't listen at all. "I'm going to give you some medicine if you don't want to sleep! One injection will ensure you sleep for two days!"

Song He surrendered completely and closed his eyes with a long sigh.

…

early morning.

The nurse came in with a plastic bag containing breakfast and apples.

Professor Deng had already sat up to watch the morning news on TV. He thanked him and took the breakfast, then turned to look to the side.

In the next bed, the boy was curled up in the quilt, breathing evenly and motionless.

"Do you want to wake him up for a meal?" Professor Deng asked quietly.

"No, he is basically given nutrient solution. His first priority now is to sleep." The nurse whispered, "He may sleep for a long time. Some people are too tired and can sleep for more than two days. Don't worry about him."

Professor Deng nodded, ate breakfast quietly, and continued to watch the morning news on TV.

Under the quilt of the next bed, Song He's eyelids trembled.

He didn't sleep at all, not all night.

Who said you have to use pen and paper to prove a conjecture?

It’s like calculating blindly with your eyes closed!

In front of him was a large classroom that he had imagined out of thin air. There were blackboards several meters high on all sides of the classroom. A piece of chalk was writing on the blackboard so fast that it left an afterimage.

The vast chalk writings are spread on the blackboard, and the number continues to increase:

"ω(u) does not depend on u, so the formal series in the formal power series can be taken as T equals 1..."

"According to equation (24), the object is a compact Lagrangian manifold..."

"H is actually cohomology of m raised to the kth power, so the cohomology is zero..."

"The structure of algebraic varieties is unique, so it can be considered..."

I have to say that relying on your brain to imagine things still requires some computing power, and it doesn’t feel as comfortable as writing with pen and paper.

In this awkward posture, Song He completed the last loophole in the verification process!

The quilt that had not been moved all night was suddenly lifted, and Song He sat up suddenly like a corpse, startling Professor Deng who was eating next to him, and his lunch box almost spilled on the quilt.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Professor Deng looked at him in shock.