The Road to Slaying God

Looking at the math problem he had done, Zhang Yang put the piece of paper in the book with a proud expression. He felt a great sense of accomplishment. He guessed that this problem was put in because a certain classmate couldn't solve it.

Zhang Yang didn't know, when he was concentrating on solving the problem, the old man he met during the day was looking at him not far away, as if he was thinking.

...

That night, Zhang Yang slept very well, with money on his body, he slept soundly, and when he was lying on the bed, the old man was sitting on the desk with the book "Principles of Computational Fluid Dynamics", the The paper was held in the old man's hand.

This is a piece of solid geometry that only undergraduates at Harvard Institute of Technology can understand. As a garbage school where few even learn plane geometry well, such a character appears, which shocks the old professor.

Although the old man lives in the College of Arts and Sciences in City C, he is actually a professor at the Harvard Institute of Technology. After retirement, he returns to his hometown to provide for the elderly, and only occasionally gives lectures at the school.

Of course, what surprised the old man was not that Zhang Yang made this question, but Zhang Yang's method of solving the problem. This question was not only solved with the knowledge of solid geometry, but also with plane geometry. All full of excitement.

Because the method of solving the problem was too simple, so simple that he couldn't believe it. Zhang Yang first deduced several formulas of solid geometry by means of plane geometry, and then used the formulas he deduced to solve the problem.

The old man didn't know that Zhang Yang was completely out of kindness. He was afraid that the students who left the note would not understand, so he used the simplest method. He had no idea that his kindness would cause such a shock to an old man.

The old man sighed, and gently put down the piece of paper in his hand, he felt a little excited, this feeling has not appeared for a long time, remember, when this feeling appeared many years ago, the old man's eyes couldn't help A flash of sadness...

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There is a professional class this morning, Zhang Yang woke up early, whether he is a junior or a senior, Zhang Yang usually takes professional classes, he has his own set of standards for life, he thinks that since he has studied this major, How much is to point to the point.

The morning sun shone on the window, Zhang Yang glanced at the half-opened curtains, couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, after all, Zhang Yang still couldn't help the temptation to go to the curtains and open them gently...

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

Zhang Yang was taken aback. He had just opened the curtains when there was a sound of pulling the curtains from the opposite building. Logically speaking, Zhang Yang should not be able to hear it from such a long distance, but he did hear it.

Zhang Yang hurriedly pulled the curtains with his body, looked through the gap, and saw that the curtains of the dormitory building behind were all closed, and many curtains were still swinging. Obviously, they were closed just now...

I couldn't help but feel depressed for a while, such a good weather, it was a good day for peeping, but I knew that because I did something stupid, I couldn't see anything.

"Brother, don't bother, as long as there is a slight movement of the curtains on our side, they will all be closed on the other side." Zhang Yang's roommate on the upper bunk lowered his head and said.

"Ah... cough cough... no... I just want to get some ventilation..." Zhang Yang said awkwardly.

"Zhang Yang, we also want to ventilate, but now even ventilating is suspected by others, it's better to draw the curtains, if you want to see, it's the same if you look inside that crack, don't worry, we won't tell the truth... ..." Another roommate poked his head out.

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless.

"Zhang Yang, we've lived together for a few years, and no one blames you for what happened. It's just that we've always wanted to ask you a question." Another guy poked his head out of the bed.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang secretly thought something was wrong, but he had to bite the bullet and say it.

"Why did you post those photos on social media? It's great for us brothers to see them in the dormitory, hey..." The roommate who spoke had a deeply regretful expression.

"That, that...you talk, I have to go to class, and I have to prepare. You also know that it takes a long time for us to prepare for this major..."

Zhang Yang fled in despair.

This morning, Zhang Yang spent the whole morning in the studio, painting some plaster heads boringly, and finally painted a watercolor before leaving the studio. After lunch, he went straight to the library.

The library was very deserted, Zhang Yang saw the old man again, the two nodded each other and then buried themselves in their books.

For Zhang Yang's introverted personality, he doesn't like social activities at all, not to mention, the old man looks too old, and he is not the object of his communication.

This time, Zhang Yang brought a pen and paper, and every time he picked up a book in the library, he had the desire to calculate on it.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Yang's speed was still ridiculously fast. It was difficult for him to change a book for half an hour. Occasionally, when he encountered a problem, he would stop and pick up a pen to draw a few gestures.

Zhang Yang involved more and more widely, proportional analysis method, algebraic method, logical method, ordinary differential equation, fluid mechanics... almost, he began to dabble in some subjects from design to mathematics.

Soon, Zhang Yang discovered that the books in the library could no longer satisfy his reading desire.

In fact, this school is only a low-level institution, and there is little investment in the library. Many books have not kept up with the times. Fortunately, the school has a long history, and there are still some materials. Otherwise, Zhang Yang would not be able to read it. How long, after all, Zhang Yang now has quite a lot of choices in reading, and the scope of reference books in many schools is also quite narrow.

At about five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yang had lost interest in some mathematics books on the bookshelf, and started wandering around the library in a bored manner, trying to find some relevant information of interest...

"Publicity?"

"... Du Xue!"

While Zhang Yang was wandering around inside, a crisp girl's voice came from behind. Zhang Yang turned around and saw that it was Du Xue.

"I'm sorry." Seeing Zhang Yang, Du Xue shook her clothes and lowered her head, her ears and neck turned red.

"Hehe, it's okay, you read too?" Zhang Yang didn't want to get entangled in that question.

"Yeah, I come here to read books every day. I like the atmosphere...By the way, what kind of books are you reading?" Du Xue was relieved when she saw that Zhang Yang didn't seem to take it seriously.

"There's nothing I like, just flipping through it..."

Zhang Yang smiled and put the "Shan Hai Jing" in his hand on the bookshelf. He had read this book when he was very young, and just flipped through it casually.

"What kind of books do you like to read?"

"I'm not interested in anything. I used to like reading online novels, but I'm busy recently, so I didn't go out."

"Ah...you also like to read online novels?" Du Xue looked excited.

"Well, pass the time."

Looking at Du Xue's white and tender skin, Zhang Yang's heart beats for a while. Du Xue is the kind of girl who looks more and more beautiful. She is soft and weak, which can easily make people feel protective. In fact, when she was on the train, Zhang Yang's sudden burst of courage is also related to Du Xue's weak temperament. In every man's heart, there will be subconsciousness to protect the weak machismo... [Recommendation ticket is not fierce]