The days of learning black magic in another world

The telescope that he sent to Riemann and then donated by Riemann to the Holy See did not have a high magnification. After all, the only use he could think of for this thing at the time was to take it to the flame rose to watch a theater.

And the most important thing is...he wants to hide from his family and do it secretly.

But now with Riemann's letter as the backbone, Heller Velen immediately stood up and geared up to start making the "telescope that can see the stars" he requested.

He geared up all night, and just finished his preparations when his father, General Villen, appeared out of nowhere.

"Why are you still playing with glass?"

Heller Velen: =mouth=

This... How can this be called playing with glass? !

Although two days ago, this behavior was indeed called playing with glass...but now with the guarantee of the Holy See, and more importantly, with Riemann's nonsense as a guarantee-this behavior of playing with glass has been greatly sublimated!

But because he has lived under the oppression of his father, General Velen, for a long time, he did not shout out the above words, but explained weakly:

"Didn't people from other families in Wangcheng ask me to make some telescopes for them yesterday... And Riemann wrote in a letter saying that the Holy See may also need my telescopes... So, I want to prepare some first..."

"I don't know the nonsense you're talking about?! I was the host of those idiots yesterday! It's so annoying, what a broken social season... I didn't say I won't let you do this stuff, but can't you be two days late? Have you forgotten what day is tomorrow?"

Heller Velen: "Wh... what day?"

General Velen pinched his ears angrily: "What day? What day?! Of course it is the day when the new issue of Mathematics is released!"

"You see, Riemann thinks of you more, and sent you the manuscript of the paper he is going to publish this time in advance! Don't you rush to study it before others and then write another paper to be worthy of him?!"

Heller Velen: QAQ

He felt that if he made a telescope that could see the stars... he would be worthy of Riemann, at least worthy of the nonsense he uttered for him.

However, General Villen was right about one thing. He did completely forget that tomorrow is the day when Riemann will publish a new paper, and even the manuscript that Riemann sent him, because he read the letter first at that time, his mind was shaken and his mood was disturbed. Ning, after that... I never thought of that manuscript again.

With extremely sad steps, he went to get the manuscript of the thesis that Riemann sent with the letter.

Then, under General Velen's gaze, he read page by page.

General Velen looked at Heller with the same depression as when he was a child, and was out of breath, his fists were a little itchy.

However, what he didn't expect was that Heller didn't look more and more distressed as he turned page after page, but showed a bit of joy on the contrary.

General Velen didn't know whether to be surprised or dazed.

He asked cautiously, "Is it very inspired?"

Heller shuddered when he heard his voice, and came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream: "No... no, but look at Riemann's new paper, he is repairing and perfecting his previous theory How can I get in on this? It’s okay for me to pick up leaks in the wasteland, but Riemann is going to convert the wasteland into a manor now, so I definitely can’t get in there!”

At the end, Heller was overjoyed, and General Velen's fists were itchy again—this brat!I'm so happy because I can't write a paper!Fortunately, he thought he was enlightened!He's mad at him!

Heller Velen escaped a paper and happily went back to grinding glass.

Wu Lang and Xi Ni also ushered in the release of a new issue of Mathematics.

Donick College.

A few students chattered out of the school gate and went to the newsstand to buy new periodicals.

"Frontiers of Sydney Mathematics...Geometry...Numerical Mysteries...Okay, take it all, let's go."

"Hey wait, you missed Wu Lang's "Mathematics"."

"Oh! That's right!" The boy who said this patted himself on the head suddenly - he forgot again and again.

In the past, the students of Donic College like them would never have given up on Mathematics, a Uranian mathematics journal, not to mention extraneous eyes, and they didn't have this thing in their minds.

But since Riemann turned out to bring infinite series and calculus theory, "Mathematics" has officially entered their list of must-buy journals.

It's just due to long-term habits... He forgets every time, and he has to be reminded to remember-oh!There is also this thing to buy!

"But in fact... Riemann hasn't published a paper for two issues, and he is now in Xingxi College, even if he forgot to buy "Mathematics and Physics", it seems nothing..."

Someone went to pick up Mathematics without any hindrance, and said.

After he finished speaking, he realized that the surrounding atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

How should I put it... As students of Donic College, aka the best mathematics geniuses in the entire continent, they have mixed feelings about Riemann.

Urang, a neighboring country that basically does not exist in the mathematics world, has produced a genius. It is okay so far. Although they are a little arrogant, but such a sudden emergence of an unborn genius in the corner of the corner, it is said To be honest, it's pretty common, at least historically.

And the paper written by Riemann is too difficult to understand...it makes people jealous.

Of course, this is based on the premise that they thought that after a month or two, this Uranian genius would join Donic Academy without any accidents, just like any geniuses from remote small countries in the past—the queen sent invitations Well, what could be a surprise in this matter.

What a fucking surprise.

Riemann didn't join Donic College (the honorary professor and the earl were improper), but went to Xingxi College...

Although they won't say "unexpectedly" - after all, it is the territory of the Holy See - but when these students look at each other, they can see the puzzlement, surprise, and a hint of betrayal and anger in each other's eyes. Annoyed at being underestimated—this guy, what do you think Donic Academy is!This guy, what do you think mathematics is!

In short, this is probably the case, with mixed feelings.

"Ahem, even professors don't publish papers on a regular basis... Maybe this is the normal frequency of publishing papers..."

A blond girl coughed dryly twice, trying to get over the awkward atmosphere.

She reached out to take the remaining few "Mathematics and Physics" from the boss, and habitually lowered her head and opened the catalog for a look.

"……what?"

"what happened?"

"This issue...has the name of Mr. Riemann."

"Eh?!"

"Rosa, please share with me, thank you."

"Give me a copy too."

"Don't grab it... don't grab it! Where's your gentlemanly demeanor?!"

"..."

Several people "divided up the spoils" of this pile of "Mathematics and Physics" in a frantic but orderly manner.

After opening the directory, I saw the familiar name.

But when they really wanted to turn back to the text, they hesitated again.

On what topic would Riemann publish papers?

He published two papers in Mathematics, the first time he proposed the theory of infinite series, and the second time he proposed the theory of calculus in order to better explain the theory of infinite series.

Both of these two papers are earth-shattering.

This time... what will he write?

What if he wrote a really boring paper?After all, he is now in Xingxi Academy, and he is probably far away from the mathematics and science environment... What if he runs out of talents?

Although even if Li Manjiang's talent is exhausted, he has no direct interest relationship with them...but if...if this paper fails to meet everyone's expectations of him, how should they feel?Is it the gloating of the "betrayer"? (After all, he didn't choose Donic Academy, but went to Xingxi Academy) Or is it a pity for the genius's fall?Or is it the calmness of "things should be like this, no matter how talented a genius is, they shouldn't treat proposing new theories as drinking water every day"?

With this kind of cranky thinking, they opened the text of "Mathematics and Physics".

The first page.

Riemann's papers published in "Mathematics" are always on the first page.

Seeing Riemann's title, they felt a little bit in their hearts.

Nothing else, because the title is - "On the Rigorousization of Analysis".

In Riemann's previous paper, they were used to him mixing calculus theory with analysis, so they quickly translated the title in their minds-some remarks on calculus theory Replenish.

That's why they groaned.

Riemann actually did not continue to open up new directions, but began to toss in place... Although this behavior is normal for most people, but...but that is Riemann...

The students of Donic Academy continued to look down with mixed feelings.

And then all their mixed feelings are lost in the middle of the reading.

After a while, there were a bunch of meditation-like sculptures in front of the newsstand.

This - this - this -

If you want to use a metaphor to describe the shock in their hearts, that is, they thought that everyone was working together to build a thatched house, and then the moment they saw the title, they thought that Riemann, like everyone else, moved some wooden boards and hay.

In the end... what he moved was not wooden boards, but marble, and he directly repaired the thatched house... and repaired it into a castle.

It was probably the feeling of seeing such a scene.

In other words, it’s like Riemann gave them a rose garden full of flowers, but they thought that the weeds around them were also part of the rose garden, and they were working hard to trim and trim the rose garden.

At this time, Riemann impatiently took the big scissors to clean up all the weeds.

Then tell them - this is what this rose garden should be like.

That's probably how it feels.