God of black technology

"What's different?" Professor Wei Teng was thinking. Wang Yun didn't bother Professor Wei Teng, he was thinking about it himself.This question has troubled him for several months, and he still hasn't figured it out.Professor Witten believes that it is still possible to solve the Yang-Mills conjecture by making a program theory like he solved the NS equation.

Wang Yun also thought so before, but now Wang Yun doesn't think so.He felt a little strange, and he couldn't tell where the strange place was.It seems that there is a voice in his head telling him that even if he makes something like a program, he still can't solve the Yang-Mills conjecture.He didn't know exactly what it was, but it was probably an inspiration.It may also be an idea. All in all, it's not a system that pretends to be dead.

How long has it been since the system came out? Wang Yun himself almost forgot.

After thinking for a while, Professor Witten said, "Wang, I still need to think about this question for a while."

"Professor, then I won't bother you." After Wang Yun said goodbye to Professor Weiteng, he gently covered the office door, and then returned to his office with heavy steps.

When he opened the door, Rong Lei was still doing his own thing.Wang Yun put the information on the table, and then began to think about it.How should we solve the Yang-Mills conjecture?Although Wang Yun has now started to tackle this problem, it is still very difficult for Wang Yun to solve it in a specific way.

At least he can't think of a way to solve this problem right now.

Rong Lei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mentor come back.He said softly, "Professor, if you don't come back, I will starve to death."

As if Wang Yun didn't hear him, his whole body and mind were immersed in his own world.

"Professor, professor..." Rong Lei's voice was not loud. After calling out several times in a row, he knew that Wang Yun hadn't responded. He, the professor, was probably in trance, and it was definitely impossible to wake him up now.

Sighing, he could only stand up, walked to the gate and looked back at Wang Yun, only to find that Wang Yun was still deep in thought.Sure enough, as soon as the professor thought about things, he started to ignore other things.Opening the door, Rong Lei decided to go to eat first, as for the professor, just bring him something back.

Wang Yun did not hear Rong Lei calling him, he was frowning and thinking about the question just now——

What kind of method should be used to solve the Yang-Mills conjecture is much more difficult than the NS equation.In terms of quantum physics, there are still many things worth exploring.Even Professor Witten dare not say that he has a [-]% understanding of quantum physics.

There are still many laws that have not been discovered. As for the NS equation, Wang Yun was able to solve it thanks to the development of 150 years, which made the solution of the NS equation much easier.If it is within 100 years after the NS equation was first proposed, it will be even more difficult to solve this problem.

Just like trying to unravel the Yang-Mills conjecture now, it seems very simple.It can be solved by combining mathematics and quantum physics, but the problem is how to perfectly combine mathematics and quantum physics, and finally solve this conjecture.

How is it possible?Wang Yun turned his head and looked at the empty seats beside him.Smiling and shaking his head, it seems that Rong Lei is very hungry.

Turning on his computer, he directly used the computer to search for documents on the intranet of Princeton University.As a professor at Princeton University, Wang Yun can query almost anything.Except for some unspoken mysteries of the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton.

Of course, Wang Yun didn't want to know much about those things.

Inquiring documents and materials, Wang Yun tried to outline a solution in his mind.But after thinking for a long time, all the methods were denied by himself.

It seems that doing research requires not only strength, but also some luck.Wang Yun smiled self-deprecatingly, but he didn't know whether his luck was good or not.

His mentor Wei Teng's luck is good. At least the M theory can come out, there must be an element of luck in it.Well, his luck was pretty good before, but as for his luck after that, it is unknown.Wang Yun put down the things in his hands, sighed slightly, forget it, don't worry about so much, let's calculate first.

Originally, the calculation amount of Yang-Mills conjecture was already very large, and it was not known how long it would take to solve this problem.Even if Wang Yun can't think of anything now, it's better to unravel the current steps first, and when he starts writing, maybe he can come up with some wonderful ideas.

Wang Yun picked up a pen and began to calculate on the draft paper.

When Rong Lei came back with the hamburger, he saw Wang Yun was calculating.He put the hamburger on the table and said in a low voice, "Professor, I will put the hamburger next to you. If you get hungry later, you can eat something."

"En." Wang Yun responded and continued to count.

Rong Lei looked at Wang Yun's focused face, and touched the bridge of his nose helplessly.The professor didn't leave. As a student, how dare he go back to the dormitory first.Naturally, he could only sit back in his seat and continue his subject.

The lights in the office were very bright, and Wang Yun wrote stroke by stroke on the draft paper, occasionally pausing to think for a moment.Rong Lei is also working on his own project seriously.The door was gently pushed open.Neither Rong Lei nor Wang Yun noticed that the security of Princeton University is very good, at least nothing sensational will happen on campus.

Neither Wang Yun nor Rong Lei was vigilant until Rong Lei was so frightened that he yelled.Wang Yun turned his head and saw Wang Qiuyang smiling and said, "I said Rong Lei, why are you so scared?"

"..." Rong Lei looked at Wang Qiuyang resentfully, "I'm scared to death, I'm working on a project."

"Oh?" Wang Qiuyang frowned, "How's the Banach Space going? Shall I tell you about it?"

"Go away." Rong Lei gave Wang Qiuyang a slap in disgust, "Go and wait until you become a graduate student and talk to me."

"Okay!" Wang Qiuyang sat on the sofa, put on his earphones, and started playing with his mobile phone.He knew that when he talked to Wang Yun now, he was destined to be scolded by Wang Yun. In order to put himself in a good mood, he better not go to Wang Yun to ask for scolding.

Seeing that Wang Qiuyang had put on the earphones, Wang Yun slowly withdrew his gaze and began to study.After a while, Luo Zhendong also came to the office.Sitting beside Wang Qiuyang, he lowered his voice and said, "What's going on? I see that the lights are still on outside."

"They're still doing research, what's going on, what else do you think could be going on?"

Luo Zhendong nodded, did not speak, and started playing with his mobile phone.

"Boss, take me to the king today, okay?"

"No, get the hell out." Wang Qiuyang said cursingly, "You bastard, don't play with me, let me lose my rank."

ummmmmmm...

"Cough." Wang Yun coughed lightly, "Can you be quiet? If you can't be quiet, get out!"

"Professor Wang." Luo Zhendong pointed at something beside Wang Yun and said, "Your hamburger has gone cold."

Wang Yun frowned and stood up, walked to the oven, and put it in.Then he looked at Luo Zhendong and said with a smile, "I heard that your coffee making skills are not bad."

"..." Luo Zhendong had nothing to say, "You'd better finish eating and go back to the dormitory."

"I'm thinking about it." Wang Yun returned to his seat, and Wang Qiuyang became interested, "Boss, show me what step you have made."

Wang Yun smiled and handed Wang Qiuyang a piece of draft paper.

After receiving it, Wang Qiuyang looked at it seriously.After a while, he put down the draft paper and said slowly, "What the hell, I don't understand!"

"Hehe." Luo Zhendong sneered, "You can understand the draft paper of the boss, then you will be the next boss."

"Forget it!" Wang Qiuyang sighed and said, "Let's not think about the big guy. By the way, will Yuan Chengde win the Chern Mathematics Award this year?"

"Although he is a student of Princeton University, his nationality is also Hua, so he should have won the Shiingshen Chern Mathematics Award?" Wang Qiuyang was a little puzzled.

Luo Zhendong looked at Wang Qiuyang in shock, "Brother, what are you talking about, do you know that I have been studying at Princeton University, how do I know the domestic mathematics affairs. Why don't you ask this big boss, I think the big boss I still have some understanding of the mathematics circles in Huaguo."

"Among the few of us, the boss knows best." Luo Zhendong put coffee and hamburger on Wang Yun's table, and said viciously, "Hurry up and eat."

Wang Yun raised his head and took a sip of his coffee, "If you don't tell me, I'd forget. Director Yang recently asked me if I had made up my nominations for this year's Ramanu Gold Award."

"En?" Luo Zhendong was stunned for a moment, "Can you nominate this thing?"

"IMU suggested that I nominate one." Wang Yun smiled, "It is said that in developing countries, it is better to have a person with Chinese nationality, so Director Yang came to ask for my opinion."

"Should I ask for an opinion, or let you..."

"What nonsense?" Wang Yun rubbed his eyebrows, "I just asked who I want to nominate. I submitted Yuan Chengde directly to the IMU. As for the final result, I don't know. But the Chern Mathematics Award, I think it’s still very promising.”

"Oh?" Wang Qiuyang sat on the chair, "You also nominated this one?"

"Almost." Wang Yun said with a smile, "I think Yuan Chengde is fully qualified to win the Ramanujin Prize and the Chern Prize in Mathematics. Besides, isn't this guy's WY theory going to be published soon?" He pointed to Luo Zhendong .

"Ahem." Luo Zhendong coughed lightly, "This WY theory is entirely due to the two big guys, so I'm in charge of integrating it."

"Hehe." Wang Yun sneered, "I don't know how you came up with such a name."

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"Director Yang, how about who Wang Yun nominated this time?" Professor Chen came to Director Yang's office and asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Director Yang gave a half-smile.