louisehourcade Chapter 197 Super Thigh
Chapter 197 Super Thigh
The students who were still painfully copying notes were completely frozen at this moment. The whole class looked at Su Hao with horror, as if he were an alien.
At this moment, everyone's inner monologues were flooding the screen, almost bursting out loud:
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Life?! Organism?!"
Dude, this is a math class at MIT! What kind of esoteric vocabulary are you spouting at us?!
What kind of drug-induced hallucination did you see on the blackboard?! It's completely incomprehensible!!
Upon hearing this, Professor Whitman's hand on the podium trembled violently.
The half piece of chalk he was holding between his fingers suddenly hovered in mid-air without warning.
With a very faint, crisp "snap," the chalk broke in two between the professor's two fingers as he unconsciously exerted force, and white chalk dust fell in a flurry.
He stared silently at the indifferent black-haired boy below the stage for a full half minute.
Deep within those eyes, weathered by academic experience, seemed to surge a tsunami.
Those nonsensical ramblings that ordinary geniuses couldn't understand sounded like a resounding bell to him!
Then, Whitman's originally straight back seemed to hunch slightly at that moment, but she then gave a satisfied smile that was a mixture of fervor and relief.
"Well said." He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a solemn, preaching quality.
People often misunderstand mathematics as a cold, isolated descriptive language.
In reality, all formulas and symbols in mathematics exist only because of their interaction.
One vector drives another, and this complex motion gives rise to endless new changes.
This... could indeed be called the life of this world, or perhaps, the very will of universal truth.
Whitman abruptly stopped at this point.
He knew very well:
The ability to transcend the dry surface of numbers and directly perceive that profound and mysterious realm is something that no one else in this room could ever comprehend in their lifetime.
This is a view that only Fields Medal-level experts can occasionally glimpse when they are extremely focused.
In order to protect the already shaky self-esteem of the other so-called "genius" students in the classroom, and to prevent these children who were already on the verge of collapse from jumping into the Charles River.
He forcibly suppressed his inner shock, swallowing back the second half of the sentence, "You have already touched upon the extraordinary realm of mathematics."
He paused for a moment, staring intently at Su Hao, his tone becoming more solemn than ever before:
"After class, I will seriously consider what kind of extraordinary resources MIT can provide for someone of your caliber."
Therefore, please never stop your pursuit of knowledge.
For you, refusing to grow is tantamount to committing a sin against the entire scientific community.
Please remember that extraordinary talent inevitably comes with corresponding heavy responsibilities.
This comment drew gasps of astonishment.
The entire class felt their scalps tingle with jealousy, so much so that they were practically grinding their teeth to powder!
Su Hao's face remained completely devoid of arrogance; he simply nodded silently, as if guided by a gentle spring breeze.
"Thank you for your guidance, Professor. I will keep it in mind."
This university is indeed forcing its students to grow up in an almost cruel way.
The level of knowledge beneath everyone's feet is rising rapidly every day, overflowing past their ankles, knees, and chests.
If one cannot rise at the same or even faster pace, one will soon be completely submerged and suffocated by this vast ocean of knowledge.
However, what was a hellish battlefield for others was the most perfect warm bed for Su Hao.
Everything taught here, which seems like an obscure book to others, is neither heavy nor obscure to him; it is as if it were self-evident truth.
At this moment, Su Hao was like a dry sponge thrown into a vast ocean, wholeheartedly absorbing this boundless torrent of knowledge.
He greedily digested those extremely complex theories, then quickly woven them into the knowledge map in his mind that was already far beyond the reach of his peers.
Here, in this place where everyone is suffering unbearable pain, Su Hao is undergoing an inhumanly rapid evolution at a chilling and ever-changing speed!
.......
After the initial shock, Whitman's lecture continued in an atmosphere of eeriness and awe.
Before we knew it, this long and arduous course was drawing to a close.
"Note that this semester's team project is 'Dynamic System Modeling' based on real data."
There are no restrictions on the topic selection, but my only requirement is:
You must use real statistical data sources; do not accept any idealized vacuum simulations.
As soon as the professor finished speaking, the students below, who had been lifeless, instantly erupted into a flurry of whispers, like ants in a pot.
Whitman ignored him, turned to the blackboard, and with a heavy tapping of chalk, wrote down several highly representative keywords.
[Urban Traffic Flow Forecast]
[Modeling of Human Body Thermoregulation]
[Population Dispersion Simulation]
......
After writing down more than a dozen alternative directions with vastly different scopes, Whitman dusted off his hands and put down the chalk.
Listen carefully to the instructions:
In this assignment assessment, you must be able to fully and rigorously explain to me and the whole class the logic behind the model's establishment, the initial assumptions, and the final analytical derivation process.
Each group requires three to five people, and teams can be formed freely.
That concludes today's lesson. get out of class dismissed.
"Whoosh—"
The moment the professor stepped out of the classroom, the air in the entire classroom froze for a second, and then the previously deathly silence was instantly ignited!
Almost simultaneously, everyone in the classroom turned their gazes, gleaming with the green light of hungry wolves, to Su Hao, who was sitting in the middle!
This was a superstar who not only caused a sensation at MIT when he enrolled, but was also highly regarded and treated like an ancestor by countless big names in the global mathematics community long before!
At that moment, the same extremely utilitarian, extremely realistic, and shameless thought flashed through the minds of all the self-proclaimed geniuses present:
Screw academic dignity!
As long as you can cling to Su Hao, this super-rich and powerful guy, and team up with him, you can definitely get an A in this hellishly difficult course without even having to do anything!
They might even be able to casually produce a core paper in a top-tier journal!
This is fucking like a fully automated, top-student-led express train!