Chapter Seventy-Seven: I'm Sour

T sent the plague god to take out the papers of the exempt exam, and he didn't even bother to change the questions, and it was directly the exam papers of previous years.

But if you have the heart to look at the "original question", you can even rely on 100 points for exaggeration.

In fact, as a disgusting major in electrical engineering, there are some subjects that you don't have the original questions, and whether ordinary students can pass is a question mark in the past.

Brother, take a look at the power system analysis.

The plural calculations of your high school nightmares are commonplace here.

In the "kind" eyes of the invigilator, Emperor Shang went through the exemption papers of all the subjects that had not yet been examined this semester. Of course, it's all perfect marks.

Hagia Sophia taught things, that is all the disciplines that have been born in the history of mankind, all the knowledge. It can be said that only those who have never forgotten can complete the course in fifteen years, and it is quite easy to deal with a university exam.

But he still left half a blank space on the paper of higher mathematics.

It's not that Uncle Shang can't do it.

It's not that the topic is wrong.

Rather, there should be a teacher who doesn't know if it's intentional or really wrong, and gives a millennial math puzzle on it.

Eighty percent of the teachers who published the papers back then wanted to scare the sharpness of those math geniuses. You criticize you for solving this thing, and you're the only perfect score.

Emperor Shang stopped writing halfway through and found that the difficulty was wrong.

The handwriting slipped, and the idea was written out as it slid and slipped. But writing and writing feels like the time is a little long, and the hip muscles are a little stiff.

If you show a whole set of ideas, do you think, I, Emperor Shang, a "waste" who was not admitted to a foreign Ivy League school, can actually solve the millennial math problem. Does this need to be explained? Apparently it was solved by St. Sophia, and I have nothing to tell myself.

And then what?

Then some of the more crazy mathematicians didn't think that Emperor Shang and St. Sophia, who lived an ordinary life, could be thrown out of the door in an ordinary way.

After Emperor Shang handed in all the papers, he left the examination room.

The invigilator is also professional, so I took out the reference answers from previous years and looked at them.

"It's a bit brainy, it's a good copy...... "An old professor whose hair has lost most of his hair nodded with satisfaction, except for those textbooks who think you can't do it, and give the only solution to the problem, the papers made by Emperor Shang, most of them are used in their own methods, and a few are the same as the original questions, and they are also a little roundabout. When I opened the back door, I saved some face for the teachers.

And when he turned to the high number of papers, he just habitually nodded his head and looked all the way down.

The paper of high mathematics is not quite the same as that of ordinary science subjects.

The answer to this thing is standard, and in many cases there is only one way, one solution. Just like the standard answer, Emperor Shang's answer is also seen in this way.

But then he saw the half-sheet of the solution that Emperor Shang had confiscated and written in the blank space of the last question.

"There are still people who dare to write this, it is really ignorant and fearless." The old professor raised his eyes and looked down.

You can understand it in a blank roll or a line of words, but half a sheet of paper, which is very weird. You must know that normal college students, not to mention the process of solving half a problem, that is, being able to write a line of equations related to the problem after writing a solution, are all talented in mathematics and can be vigorously cultivated.

The old professor quickly sank in, and when Emperor Shang's half of the paper stopped abruptly, he made a "hiss", and then smashed the table hard when he couldn't understand it himself, startling the other invigilator who came to walk around the program.

Emperor Shang's solution gave a little bit of thinking, a little bit different from the beginning of all other ideas, and after proving two small theorems, he just threw them aside and didn't write them.

Graduate students who know a little bit about mathematics know that this is not a place where thinking can get stuck, and there is at least a dozen lines to be written here, and at least two more theorems can be proved.

It's as obvious as the beach by the sea, the bikini under the light gauze skirt, and everyone knows that it has it.

But again, it's uncomfortable to end here. It's like being in infinite darkness, and suddenly someone opens the door, revealing a light, and then directly "snaps" and closes it again. It's like writing a particularly good novel, halfway through it, and then the author gives you a eunuch.

The feeling of not being up or down, making people vomit blood, made the old professor want to smash the table.

Even if you don't belong to the mathematics department, watching this problem-solving process is infuriating

This student chose electrical engineering as a major is simply a waste of his talent - it is as angry as seeing Su Shi's high math family.

And he actually opened the back door to exempt himself from this semester's courses...... The old professor's teeth are about to be rubbed.

People of their age, the most seen, and the most unseen, are the ones who waste their talents.

"Who is this student related to taking the exemption exam?" The old professor looked at another young professor who was playing with his mobile phone next to him.

"Any questions?" The young man suddenly became refreshed.

"This, the millennial conundrum. The vast majority of students, including those engaged in number theory, can only write a solution when they see it. This half of the paper gives a whole new idea. If he continues to write, even if he can't finish it, there will be only five steps left to unravel it. ”

The young man scratched his head, which was young but had few hairs left, and then looked cautiously at the old professor.

"Professor, do you watch the news?"

"What, this man is famous?"

"It's not." Emperor Shang is just an ordinary college student. "Famous is his girlfriend. Her name was Hagia Sophia Constantine. ”

"The one who claims to be Einstein's successor, the only top female physicist?" After all, she is a woman who has been in a textbook, and no matter how obsessed the old professor is, he has heard of it.

"So what you mean?"

"Probably the one who talked casually while they were talking, and then the student heard something fragmented and wrote it down." The young professor said, "To be honest, I'm quite sour. ”

The only ruthless person who can win the Nobel Prize in Physics with the results of hard calculations is a top physicist and obviously a top mathematician. It is a waste of resources to be worthy of such a college student who obviously will not devote himself to scientific research.

To exaggerate it, such a help stays at home, you just wash her clothes, cook and take care of the baby all day long, and then spend two hours a day doing research, which can train you from a scientific research dog called by your mentor to the top 10,000 elites in the country.

Apply for a project at will, and the funds are enough to build a small villa in the magic capital.