All-round mathematician

Chapter 61 The Software World 1 and 0
During the exam period, it is a time for students to rest and relax, and the campus radio, which has been exhausted for several months, is also turned on simultaneously.

During the non-examination period, the radio will play some soothing songs, and the host of the radio station will fool you casually.

On the second day, Zeng Sisi was the host.From the first year to the third year of high school, she had done this job countless times. She understood the thoughts of superior leaders and reported on political work with ease.

"Hey, Lin Yuwei, you have something to do." Zeng Sisi was going to the radio station, but Lin Yuwei blocked the way.

Seeing her bowing her head shyly, I felt pity for Zeng Sisi. This classmate had a very low sense of existence and could not say a few words in a day.

"Um... monitor, I... have a poem, can you... read it?" Lin Yuwei used all her strength to express her words completely, which was very difficult for the listener.

"Row."

Zeng Sisi took the colored paper and was as kind as she was, so she did not open it in front of her face.Nodding, he rushed all the way to the campus radio station.

"Hello, listeners, I'm Zeng Sisi from Class [-], Grade [-], and we meet again..."

Zeng Sisi's voice was neither too fast nor too slow, it was melodious.

"Today, I would like to bring you a summary of my own—the boy's friendship."

"What is youth? Youth is indulgence, making mistakes, and fearlessness... Boys' youth is different from girls' youth, it is games, sports, and girls' appearances are discussed...

Passionate teenagers fight for the glory of the king for ten hours, argue for a whole day over a mole in the corner of a female classmate's eye, fight over which of the two MBA teams is stronger, and cry bitterly over the girl character in Two-dimensional.

There is a term called Zhong Er, which many people think is derogatory. Wrong, I think it is a neutral term.Everyone is in his teens, and he cannot be considered young if he has not been hit twice.

……

The name on the banner at the door was hung for two days. In that afternoon, our class listened to the great man explaining mathematics. At that time, there was a feeling that the clouds and mists were cleared, and the Buddha preached the scriptures.

Suddenly, a middle school boy broke in. Our way of learning the scriptures was interrupted, and the words of the middle school were abused. Please help everyone.

……

We saw a passionate battle, no losers, the boy was immersed in the basketball world, unable to extricate himself...

It is difficult for girls to understand the boy's world. One day, the enemy may be eager to kill him to avoid future troubles. The next day, we can hook shoulders together and watch the girl's long legs.

……

Finally, I would like to mention again that the basketball team, which joined forces, defeated the Experimental Middle School on Sunday. Let us applaud the basketball team. "

"Papa." There was sparse applause on the campus. Sports are really unpopular in provincial key middle schools.

The audience didn't know until Zeng Sisi finished speaking that their school actually had a professional basketball team?Why haven't you heard of it?
A piece of light music was played on the radio, and 10 minutes later, Zeng Sisi's voice sounded again: "Next, I bring a modern poem by Lin Yuwei, a classmate of Class Three, Class Three.

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After the light thunder, Wansi floated down.Xiao Xiao rustling, tick tock... crossing the country road, stepping on the mud and staggering forward...

"Lin Yuwei's literary youth has committed another crime."

"Sour, really sour, I don't even understand."

"I'm still the leader of the big class, B. Telling a story is full of passion, and the second year is full. Inspirational and amazing."

Lin Yuwei lowered her head and listened to her classmates muttering, but they didn't think highly of them.I can't learn Zeng Sisi's sunshine and ease.

Listening to his words, I finally took the first step to record my inner feelings and write them to those who are interested.Lin Yuwei, come on.

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The senior high school exam will end on the second day.In order to be in line with the college entrance examination, there are only four courses in the third year of senior high school, including comprehensive mathematics and foreign languages.

At this time, it was reflected that the first and second grades were hard work, and the exams were two more than the third grade.

At noon on the third day, the three buddies ate in the cafeteria.Because there is no food at home and the hygienic situation outside is worrying, Yang Fan generally will not eat outside if it can be solved in the cafeteria.

Suddenly, Yuan Wenbo said mysteriously: "Tell you, the top ten mysterious events in our school have been updated, and the new legend is a dancing ghost."

Homeboy Gu Changfeng flipped his glasses. He was determined to take the engineering route and believed in science more. , Go to Baidu by yourself."

"Bah." Yuan Wenbo curled up the corner of his mouth, stood up and shouted: "You know shit, you are the only one who understands. This time it is true, dozens of people in the whole school have seen it."

Yang Fan patted Yuan Wenbo on the back, comforted him and sat him down, and said, "Old Gu, you must allow young people to enter the second grade. You said that you are not only greedy for money, but also electronic equipment. You have a trick." Turning his head, wearing a pair of With a curious expression, he said, "Come on, come on, let's take a quick break."

"I said it because you begged me." Yuan Wenbo said.

"Yes, tell me quickly." Yang Fan had a headache, really two.

"It was a sunny day. On that day, um..." Yuan Wenbo wanted to deepen the atmosphere, so he couldn't continue after making up a few sentences, "Actually, last Sunday morning, the weather was very good. The music, surrounded by fog, makes..."

"Wait a minute, the preface doesn't make sense." The engineering man disagreed, "What time was it then? If it was ninety o'clock in school and the sun was shining, how could there be fog?"

"Gu Changfeng, you love to argue. I'm talking about mysterious events, and you're talking nonsense about science." Yuan Wenbo was indignant and asked whether we could still chat.

"Old Gu, you have flaws in your thinking and lack of imagination. Yuan Wenbo said suddenly, suddenly you don't understand. This word is very appropriate." Yang Fan chuckled and arched his elbows beside him, "Continue."

"Music was played in the school, and the fog enveloped the whole school. The people who were in the school at that time were enchanted by a spirit. It pulled people's souls into the dimensional space. It was a vast grassland with blue sky and white clouds."

"That ghost turned into a girl, chasing butterflies on the grassland. The whole world heard her cry, come play with me, come play with me." Yuan Wenbo said eloquently, adding some mysterious The appearance is a bit weird.

"Don't talk about the following plot." The calm engineering man interrupted forcefully, "According to the plot of the novel, when you agree, your soul will be absorbed and you will become a vegetable forever, right?"

"Hmph, you know fart." Yuan Wenbo showed a triumphant smile, "That spirit was not malicious. Many people were tricked on the spot and started playing with butterflies. After a while, the phantom disappeared and nothing happened."

Yang Fan heard it in his ears and felt a little familiar. Have he seen similar novels somewhere?

"This is a real story. It spread in the school. More than a dozen or so people were cast with spells that morning. That spirit is very powerful. You have to be careful." Yuan Wenbo said.

"Really?" Yang Fan heard some tricks, which seemed to be related to him, but it was specious.

Yuan Wenbo was still immersed in the world of spirits and monsters, and Gu Changfeng had a dead face with little expression.

Yang Fan also ate this meal absent-mindedly. Last night, the cowhide blew up to the sky and wanted to set up a void matrix. Hearing the name, he felt that it was too high.The spirit was high, but the reality was slapped in the face.

A pen, clicking here and there, as if drawing a picture, completely unable to start.

Infinite data has only two numbers, 1 and 0, and matrices using these two numbers include eye(M, N) matrix, zeros(m, n) matrix, etc.

"How to make these matrices work? Even if it is set up in the void, it seems to be just a formula. The accumulation is not enough."

Thinking of this, Yang Fan said: "Old Gu, you have a hand in the dark world. Do you have any ideas about the eye (M, N) matrix and zeros (m, n) matrix?" He asked his brother for advice, hoping to get some other ideas.

The meat on Yuan Wenbo's chopsticks fell into the dinner plate, which stopped people from eating, so they brought up the topic of high class. These two bastards didn't even mention the recent popularity of MBA.

"I don't know." His face was paralyzed and expressionless.

"You don't know how to play computer games. What are you doing all day long?" Yang Fan's thinking is in trouble, not just accumulation, but a lack of a catalyst.

While grilling the rice, Gu Changfeng observed Yang Fan's expression. The latter obviously didn't care. Gu Changfeng said, "I don't know what you want from me. I only know about software and hardware. Don't ask about other things."

"Is there only software and hardware? It seems... Wait, software, software can be driven, this is the carrier, and software is also composed of 1 and 0 data world."

Yang Fan took out the hidden smartphone on the spot and started searching for inspiration, without even bothering to eat.

Yuan Wenbo had a different point of view. He felt bored watching the two best friends talking about things that had nothing to do with the enthusiastic young people. When he saw the new mobile phone, he shouted: "Yang Fan, you are so brave to buy a new mobile phone."

"Hey, I don't have time to chat with you. Lao Gu, have you ever used MATLAB software?"

"MATLAB is a combination of the words matrix and laboratory, meaning matrix factory, a mathematical software used for algorithm development, data visualization, and data analysis."

After all, he is a master of the dark world. Gu Changfeng uttered unknown words repeatedly, which shocked Yuan Wenbo. The two people around him are overlords, one is more contemptuous than the other.

Yang Fan chuckled, he had been his classmate for many years, only he knew his status in the world, most people would only think of him as a dead house.

"I want the source code, can you do it?" Yang Fan said.

"Try, it will cost a lot of money."

It’s money again, Yang Fan really wants to say, the most important thing is money.

"Let's divide it into batches. If there are more, I won't be able to keep up with the progress. My budget is... 1." Yang Fan said the number with his eyes closed, and the hole was so big that it reached the sky.

"Dollar?"

"Nervous, RMB."

Si Zhai snorted coldly, Yang Fan really wanted to give him a good punch.

In the afternoon, Song Xiaoli entered the school, looked at the soaring banner at the door, laughed so hard that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Oh, you are Yang Fan's mother, you are the protagonist in today's meeting, and all the parents in the school should learn from you."

The principal escorted her all the way, spoke and acted just right, and arranged the front seat in the lecture theater. Everyone who knew her or not came to say hello to her.

Song Xiaoli was in a daze all afternoon, forgetting everything he said and did. When he returned to his door, he squeezed the big red envelope in his hand to confirm that he was not dreaming.

"Ah, Yang Tian, ​​why are you at home?" Song Xiaoli was surprised, showing off the red envelope, "Five thousand is fast, it's not easy."

"Something happened, I'm leaving early, how is today?" Yang Tian pretended to be calm, and couldn't take his eyes off the red envelope.

"Nimma, I just found out today why those high school parents especially love to hold parent-teacher meetings, so I've learned a lot."

Song Xiaoli drank several mouthfuls of water before calming down a little.

"Quality, pay attention to quality, how to use bad language."

"Let me tell you Yang Tian, ​​I will go to the parents' meeting in the future, so you can concentrate on your work. I'm afraid you will mess up such a difficult task." Thinking of the glory of the afternoon, Song Xiaoli drooled again.

"I used to push me, and the swollen face is all yours, okay?" Yang Tian was indignant.

"Those parents, that kind of envy, surround me and ask this and that. I feel that I have learned the wrong major and should not be an accountant. I am simply a natural educator. The way we herd sheep is to let children be independent and cultivate themselves. Interesting, I almost believed it."

Song Xiaoli lamented that once his son became famous, his head teacher criticized his parents for not caring about anything when he was in junior high school. Now it's the other way around.

"That's not to ignore the child, it's to broaden the child's vision and hands-on ability. Listen, how well others have summed it up for me."

"Okay, okay, I know you care about face, stop talking."

(End of this chapter)