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Chapter 58 Riemann's Focus, Lu Feng's Absolute Confidence
Riemann put down the chalk and turned around.
Thank you all.
Riemann bowed slightly, her voice still soft, but the weight in her tone was heavy.
"The construction of this spectral triplet has been puzzling me for a long time."
"Without Sir Isaac Newton's intuition about periodic boundaries, and without your design of the truncation function, Lu Feng, I probably would have spent a long time on that constant offset."
Newton waved his hand.
You're too kind.
"To be honest, the correspondence between the dimension of the kernel space and the zero-point order is something we've never been able to figure out."
"Your substitution technique is the real key, transforming an infinite series into a closed form. Only you could have come up with that step."
Tesla, sitting with his legs crossed, chimed in.
"Have you three finished praising each other? I don't quite understand what you're saying, but judging from your expressions, you've probably succeeded, right?"
"It's done." Lu Feng nodded.
"That's fine then." Tesla stood up, patted the wrinkles on his suit, and said, "I'm going back to work on my electromagnetic cannon's cooling cycle now. You guys keep chatting."
He gave Riemann a thumbs-up, then slipped through the portal that belonged to him and disappeared.
Newton also stood up, took the half apple, and nodded to Lu Feng.
"Call me anytime if there are any new developments."
The two light gates closed one after the other, leaving only Lu Feng and Riemann in the shared space.
Riemann stood in front of the blackboard, quietly examining the entire page of derivations, his fingertips unconsciously tracing a line of formulas.
He didn't speak, but Lu Feng understood the look in his eyes.
That's the expression one has when they see the nascent answer to the question that has puzzled them all their lives.
Just then, the notification sound in my mind rang precisely on time.
[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully assisted the luminary Bernhard Riemann in solving a key mathematical problem!]
[Reward: 3000 learning points!]
[Congratulations, host, on gaining the approval of a powerful figure!]
[Gain exclusive ability: Riemann - Focus]
[Ability Effect: When the host is fully focused on anything, concentration is increased by 100%. The depth and duration of thought are greatly enhanced, and the impact of external interference on the host is minimized.]
Lu Feng looked at the ability description on the panel and was overjoyed.
Newton gave him observational skills, allowing him to see things more clearly.
Now Riemann gave him focus, allowing him to sink even deeper.
One horizontal and one vertical, the two passive abilities complement each other, it's practically a combination tailor-made for scientific research.
Previously, relying on the system's "efficient learning" passively was already powerful enough; now, we're adding another layer of Riemann's focus enhancement.
This learning efficiency is probably defying the heavens.
Lu Feng nodded to Li Man.
"Sir, I'll head back now."
Riemann nodded slightly, without exchanging any further pleasantries.
He had turned around and was facing the blackboard again, the piece of chalk still in his hand.
Clearly, the success of the spectral triplet is just the beginning. A complete proof is still a long way off.
But at least, the direction is right.
Consciousness returns.
In the lecture hall, Zheng Tiancheng was deriving the formula for the angular momentum of a gyroscope's precession on the podium.
Zhang Wei lay down next to me and snored, his drool soaking a small patch of Chapter 4 of the textbook.
Lu Feng glanced at his phone and went inside for about ten minutes.
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the basic formulas of university physics on the blackboard, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.
With Riemann's focus, he even felt that the simple angular momentum formulas on the whiteboard in front of him became clearer.
This feels amazing.
For the next week, Lu Feng's life trajectory was completely compressed into two points.
Laboratory Building 302, Computer Center 301.
During the day, I processed data from Li Hongde's project in room 302, and also helped Zhou Mingyuan and his team optimize the simulation model.
In the evening, I led the modeling team in a training session in Room 301, breaking down past competition problems one by one.
Riemann's focus had an immediate effect.
Three hours of intense derivation, without any breaks in between, my energy flowed like a calm, continuous river.
The efficiency of the training camp has also improved noticeably.
Chen Jing and Zhou Xiaoxiao no longer needed him to explain each modeling step by step. Instead, they learned to break down the problem structure themselves and only came to him to confirm the direction at key points.
On the programming team side, Li Hao and his two colleagues were completely impressed by his two-and-a-half-minute code refactoring operation. After writing each piece of core code, they would proactively bring it to him for review.
This team has been successfully built up.
The day before the match.
Computer Center Room 301, 7 PM.
Six team members and three instructors gathered together.
Ye Guodong stood at the front, without any materials in his hands.
He looked around and smiled.
"We're going to the battlefield tomorrow, so let's not practice today, let's just chat."
His tone was relaxed, as if he were chatting with a younger person in his living room.
Are you nervous?
"It would be a lie to say I'm not nervous, Teacher Ye." Chen Jing rubbed her palms together; the base of her palms was damp.
"After all, I participated once last year, and that time my mind went blank for forty minutes on the field. By the time I came to my senses, a third of the time had already passed."
Zhou Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly, her face pale.
"I dreamt about working out formulas last night, and when I woke up, my pillow was soaked with sweat."
Wang Zhe and Liu Yu from the programming group weren't doing much better; the two of them kept rubbing their fingers together, making their knuckles crack.
Li Hao looked the most composed, but the mineral water bottle he was holding had been dented from being squeezed.
Professor Sun Yi adjusted his frameless glasses and offered words of comfort.
"It's normal to be nervous; a moderate level of nervousness can actually boost your performance."
Xu Yun added a comment from the side.
"Yes, the first time I led a team to the national competition, my legs were shaking when I went on stage to present, but I forgot about it as soon as I opened my mouth."
Ye Guodong didn't rush to speak. His gaze swept over the faces of the students with different expressions, and finally landed on the person in the far corner.
Lufeng.
Leaning back in the chair, hands crossed behind his head, one leg crossed over the other.
His breathing was steady, his expression was calm, and his eyes were clear and quiet.
It was as if he didn't take the matter to heart.
Ye Guodong, Xu Yun, and Sun Yi noticed this detail almost simultaneously.
The three professors exchanged glances.
Ye Guodong sighed inwardly.
He remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.
This kid has a bigger heart than any student he's ever met.
It's ridiculously large.
But he knew that this composure was not feigned.
True confidence never needs to be performed.
It comes from only one place.
Absolute strength.
"I've already prepared the leave slips." Ye Guodong took out several printed leave slips from his pocket and handed them out one by one.
"You don't need to attend class tomorrow. Just take a picture and send it to your respective advisors."
The atmosphere finally relaxed a bit after the group received their leave slips.
Ye Guodong clapped his hands.
"Alright, everyone go back and get some sleep. We'll meet here at 8:30 tomorrow."
The crowd got up and walked out in twos and threes.
"Lu Feng, stay here for a moment."
Lu Feng stopped and turned around.
Only the two of them remained in the computer room.
Ye Guodong moved a chair and sat down opposite him, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
"The key project I'm working on with the provincial natural science foundation is in the field of numerical solutions for nonlinear partial differential equations."
He paused, looking into Lu Feng's eyes.
"I have already spoken with your Professor Li Hongde, and he has no objections."
"I am formally inviting you to participate in this project as a research assistant."
"Are you interested?"
Lu Feng did not hesitate.
"Of course I'm interested, Teacher Ye."
A hint of undisguised joy flashed in Ye Guodong's eyes.
"it is good."
"It's all up to you for tomorrow's game."
"Don't worry, teacher."
9:30 PM, in the dormitory.
Lu Feng sent a photo of the leave slip to his counselor, Li Shu.
Li Shu's reply came very quickly.
"Received. Good luck, and I wish you the best of luck."
Lu Feng replied with a fist emoji and turned off his phone.
Zhang Wei was watching anime on his laptop on the opposite bed, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.
The other roommates each had their own pastimes, and the dormitory was filled with a normal and relaxed atmosphere.
Lu Feng pulled back the covers and crawled inside. The moment his head touched the pillow, he completely relaxed.
There was no anxiety, no excitement, not even a single extra thought.
He closed his eyes, and in the darkness, only the intermittent chirping of autumn insects outside the window could be heard.
Tomorrow, the 72-hour countdown will begin.
The province's top math students will face off against each other on the same competition problem.
Unbeknownst to them, the core of this team from Hong Kong University possessed Newton's observational skills, Riemann's focus, and an entire top-tier laboratory that only he could access.
His breathing gradually became even.
Three minutes later, Lu Feng fell asleep.