mesbooks Chapter 12: Completion of the first blueprint
Chapter 12: Completion of the first blueprint
Seeing Lu Feng's thoughtful expression, Sun Hao asked another question.
"So, Lu Feng, do you want to participate? I really think highly of you."
Lu Feng snapped out of his daze and answered decisively, "Of course I'll participate. With such generous rewards, why wouldn't I?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Mingyuan immediately put down his chopsticks, feigning deep regret: "Vulgar! Junior Brother Lu Feng, how could you think like that! We are researchers, pursuing scientific truth, how can our minds be filled with nothing but money?"
Lu Feng glanced at him and asked slowly, "I'll give you five thousand, do you want it?"
Zhou Mingyuan's righteous demeanor instantly crumbled. He chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and leaned closer to whisper, "Yes! Of course I want it! I'm just a vulgar guy."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His sudden change of expression caused Sun Hao and Zhao Pengfei to burst into laughter, and even the usually composed Wang Bowen couldn't help but chuckle, filling the entire dining table with a joyful atmosphere.
The first period in the afternoon is career guidance for college students.
The reputation of this course at Hong Kong City University is, to put it mildly, complicated.
Lu Feng sat in the back row of the lecture hall, watching the middle-aged man on the podium with his hair slicked back and dressed in a suit, talking animatedly about "resume creation".
"Students, remember this: a good resume is your first business card as you enter society! Be sure to highlight your strengths, such as having served as a student leader or organized large-scale events during your time at school..."
Lu Feng yawned. In his previous life, he had believed these lies and put his experience as a student council member in the most prominent position on his resume. As a result, he was speechless when the HR asked him, "So where is your professional ability reflected?"
It's a joke that a teacher who may never have worked a day in a company himself is teaching a group of students how to find employment.
He took out his notebook and jotted down some thoughts and questions he had had in the lab that morning, completely ignoring the lullaby playing on the podium.
After finally enduring until the bell rang, Lu Feng was the first to pack his bag and head out.
Zhang Wei caught up from behind and grabbed him by the neck: "Old Lu, where are we going? Back to the dorm to play games?"
"Let's go to the library." Lu Feng broke free from his arm.
"Again?" Zhang Wei's tone was filled with despair. "Dude, you're practically living in the library! If you keep going like this, the rest of us in the dorm are going to get psychological trauma from you!"
Lu Feng patted him on the shoulder: "If you're bad at it, just practice more."
Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then cried out in despair, "Damn it!!"
Watching Lu Feng walk away towards the library without any hesitation, he felt that his college life was a completely different version from Lu Feng's.
Halfway there, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
Lu Feng took it out and saw that it was a QQ message from his counselor, Li Shu.
Li Shu: Lu Feng, are you there?
Lu Feng: Yes, Teacher Li, what's up?
Li Shu replied to the message very quickly.
Li Shu: Yes, the school is going to hold a provincial-level mechanical innovation competition soon, open to all universities in the province, and our college has a quota. I looked at the notice, and the prize money for this competition is very generous, with the first prize being five thousand yuan.
Lu Feng raised an eyebrow. They had just been discussing it at lunch, and now the news had come down.
Before he could reply, Li Shu sent another message.
Li Shu: I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in participating? Just consider it a chance to get some exercise and broaden your horizons.
Lu Feng almost burst out laughing when he saw the words "broaden one's horizons".
He could almost imagine Li Shu's state of mind as he sat in his office right now.
It's estimated that the college set a quota, requiring each counselor to send a certain number of people to participate in the competition.
As for winning an award, Li Shu probably never even considered it.
After all, such a provincial competition with generous prize money will inevitably attract the top students in the province, and the intensity of the competition is self-evident.
A freshman is basically cannon fodder in front of upperclassmen and seasoned competition veterans.
It's entirely about increasing the base number.
Lu Feng tapped his fingertips on the screen.
Lu Feng: I'll participate, teacher.
Li Shu replied almost instantly.
Li Shu: Good! That's ambitious! I'll send the registration form to your email later. Just fill it out and send it to me.
Immediately afterwards, Li Shu sent another message.
Li Shu: If you need to use the lab during the competition preparation period, or if you need to take leave to look up information or make models, just let me know in advance and I will approve your leave slip.
Upon seeing this message, Lu Feng felt instantly relieved.
This is truly an unexpected delight.
He was going to participate anyway, and now he not only has a legitimate reason to do so, but he has also conveniently obtained a "get-out-of-jail-free card".
From now on, I'll have a perfectly legitimate reason to skip those boring, pointless classes.
Lu Feng: Okay, thank you, teacher.
Putting away his phone, Lu Feng quickened his pace and headed straight for the library.
He now had only one thought: to finish studying that high-tech blueprint as soon as possible and collect the tempting 10000 learning points and 1000 emotion points.
When Lu Feng stepped into the second floor of the library again, the girl wearing glasses behind the management desk immediately noticed him.
Her name is Lin Wan, a third-year mathematics student who is preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination.
I became a librarian purely for the convenience of having a fixed seat.
She vividly remembers how Professor Ye Guodong personally came to check the borrowing records yesterday for a freshman's draft paper.
What kind of background does a freshman who can be treated so seriously by Professor Ye have?
Lin Wan watched as Lu Feng walked confidently to the window seat he had sat down in yesterday, took out a notebook and a stack of draft paper from his bag, and immediately began studying without any hesitation.
Curiosity drove her.
She quietly stood up and, under the guise of tidying up the bookshelf, slowly moved towards Lu Feng's seat.
She wanted to see what this freshman was researching.
Lin Wan moved very quietly. She took a book off the bookshelf and pretended to flip through it, but her eyes kept glancing at the draft paper on Lu Feng's table.
The paper was covered with symbols that were both familiar and unfamiliar to her.
Laplace transform, Fourier series, and a bunch of integral formulas.
She froze when her gaze fell on a function she had only ever seen in the recommended reading list for graduate courses.
Mittag-Leffler function?
This function plays a crucial role in the field of fractional calculus, and its properties are extremely complex, involving complex functions and the theory of infinite series.
She tried to understand it, but gave up after reading two pages because it involved too many mathematical tools.
Now, this freshman is not only deriving this function, but it also seems to be solving a fractional differential equation that contains it!
On the draft paper, Lu Feng's pen flew across the paper, each line of derivation clear and fluent.
He appears to be tackling the final hurdle, solving a complex complex integral using the residue theorem.
Lin Wan felt her mind go completely blank.
The residue theorem is the final and most challenging topic in the course "Complex Functions". She only got half the marks for this question on the final exam last semester.
The boy in front of me used it with such ease, as if he were just doing a simple elementary arithmetic problem.
She glanced down at the "Problem Set of Mathematical Analysis" in her hand, and the problems on it seemed so ridiculous and childish at that moment.
If her competitors for this year's postgraduate entrance exam are monsters like this... then what's the point of her even taking the exam?
Lin Wan felt a wave of dizziness. She silently put the book back on the shelf, walked unsteadily back to the management desk, and sat down heavily, unable to calm down for a long time.
Lu Feng, the instigator of all this, was completely unaware of it.
His entire focus was on the final derivation of that blueprint.
The pen tip fell, and the last formula was written completely on the paper.
When he substituted the fractional-order parameter α=1 into the final stress relaxation function, and the equation perfectly degenerated into the classic Maxwell model, a sense of exhilaration rose from the bottom of his heart.
Become!