Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

When I walked past the dining car, I took two pieces of bread and drove back to my room, and the ark threw two small books on the table and turned the draft paper out of the suitcase.

Everything is ready.

He took a deep breath, consciously entered the system, and activated "inspiration time”...

Unlike the feeling of deep learning, and completely different from the feeling of taking a focused capsule, leaving the ark in system space did not create all that restlessness isolated from the chest, leaving only a feeling of pure reason.

Instead, a warm stream went up along his spine, and at the moment of his integration into the back of his brain, it was like a flame running into a wood pile, igniting his mind.

“… strange feeling. ”

The forefinger and thumb squeezed the eyebrows, and the ark squinted its eyes, only feeling that everything in the field of view was shaking slightly.

At the same time, there was a constant flow of inspiration from the depths of his mind, like trickling water running through the valley, washing his cerebral cortex.

It's hard to describe that feeling in words.

It's like at this moment, all the contact angles of the nerve endings all over his body, stretched out more than a meter long, breaking through the flesh. Body restraints, directly connected to everything in the universe...

Staggered overlapping rings on the curtains are like an abstractly elongated Mobius ring.

The texture of the scaly edges of the sheets is interpreting the Fibonacci series counterclockwise.

The paper cup on the nightstand, a finger's width to the right, and the distance between the chandelier and the bed make up the golden three-point ratio in the spatial composition.

These little details, which would not have come to his attention at all, are so obtrusive at this moment.

It's like everything in sight, stripped of cocoons, graphics restored to pure geometric images deep in the mind, data broken down into pure numbers and operand symbols.

This feeling, for an artist, is a dream paradise.

Of course, it's also the hell of an obsessive-compulsive patient...

Moving the cup of the nightstand to the right about a few centimeters, the ark went deep back to the chair and sat down, taking a breath, trying not to notice the discomfort in the room and focusing all attention on the paper.

That is, whether there are infinite number of prime pairs (P, P +2)!

……

The functionality of the system has always been very human.

The inspiration time is 24 hours in total and can be started at any time and paused at any time. However, after each pause, symptoms of "exhaustion of inspiration” occur for a short period of time. Specifically, it is a feeling of mental retardation, decreased reaction, no taste… etc.

After several explorations, the ship is finally familiar with the use of this feature.

And the effect of inspiration time is that he has been haunted by twin count speculation for six months, and he is ecstatic.

So much so that the Ark almost forgot why it had come to Princeton, forgotten the afternoon of the fifth day report, and even left the system task behind, completely unconsciously.

In order to take full advantage of each hour, he opens up to four hours a day and divides it into four parts. Make the most of every hour, or even every minute, without interrupting your thinking.

Immersed in the search for answers, he was like a hunter patrolling the woods, searching for that glittering dove, leaving a trail behind.

And that otherwise mysterious clue, under the influence of the outbreak of inspiration, everything became traceable.

Even occasionally, they walk into the dead end of their minds, but an ark under inspirational time quickly discovers what the problem is and what needs to be improved.

This experience is unprecedented to him.

For three days and three nights, the Ark never took a step out of the door.

He locked himself up completely in this room, but not ten square meters, and even the food was brought to him by hotel attendants.

And those full drafts have piled up in the corners of the table into hills. And rubbed into a bunch of paper, and threw the floor under the table.

The fourth night.

With a deep eye pocket, the ark looked at the crushed 3007 paper group and replaced the ballpoint pen with a new pencil, as it couldn't help beating a debt.

“Are there two hours left? ”

The corner of the eye swept the timer in the screen of the phone, and the ark pinched the sour brow heart, consciously entering the system space, freeing the inspiration time.

Like a basin of cold water poured from head to toe.

That incredible feeling, instantly leaving him, was like returning from the heavens to the earth.

The boiling brain gradually returned to calm, and the ark took a deep breath and exhaled turbidity from its chest.

I haven't been out in a few days, and the rare academic meeting was a waste of opportunity.

However, this is nothing compared to the gains made over the last few days…

He can clearly feel himself getting closer and closer to unveiling the last veil of twin count guessing.

Almost there...

The ark stretched a lazy waist and stood up from the chair.

He was going to go for a walk, then take a bath, then lie down in bed and get some sleep, and everything would wait until the next day.

Walking out of the hotel, across Palmer Square and down the road into Princeton campus, the cold evening breeze blows on his face, the ark follows a stone brick pavement, walking alone, emptying his overheated brain.

It's more like a castle than a university if you want an ark to judge it, but it doesn't have a strict class and a strict guard against death. The students here are enthusiastic, like other college students in North America, they party late at night, but when they encounter cool problems, they also get 200% enthusiasm to drill in...

As for more places, just a glance at him, not yet seen.

Continuing along the park-like lawn, the ship suddenly ran into an acquaintance.

Just as the ship looked at him, he obviously noticed this side of the ship, reaching out and saying hello and walking this way.

“What's wrong with you these days? I was just about to come to you. ”

“Can I help you? ”

“Nothing,” Brother Luo weirdly measured the ark's eyes, especially on his eye bag for a while, "You won't touch anything that shouldn't be touched...”

“Indeed," the ark sighed, "a difficult problem was encountered. ”

The anxiety immediately dissipated, Brother Luo relieved and asked.

“What's the problem? ”

“about the infinite number of twins. ”

Brother Luo shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't help you with this. Our research area is not on a channel. ”

The Ark asked casually, "How's your research going? ”

Brother Ross sighed: "The six-sided dice thrown by God has a seventh result in Hilbert's space, which is both a mathematical and quantum mechanical problem, as well as a dilemma facing our Institute. ”

The Ark deeply sympathizes: “That really hurts my brain...”

“Yeah, hell.” Brother Luo sighed, "Yesterday I and Professor Wang Qiping discussed for a long time how to solve this physics problem from a mathematical point of view, but still had no clue. ”

“The seventh possibility of a six-sided dice...” The expression on the face of the ark caught in contemplation after repeated silence.

The two walked unconsciously back to Palmer Square.

Whenever the night comes, it's always so lively here, people walking to the bar with their shoulders tied, as if there's an endless victory here...

Brother Luo asked, "What's the matter? ”

“Nothing...” I stopped next to Palmer Square, and the ark suddenly raised its head and its pupils grew brighter, bringing excitement to my tone, "See that dove? ”

Brother Luo stared at him, “What? ”

“I said that pigeon! ”

“Where is it? ”

Along the sight of the canoe, Rowenxuan searched everywhere for the dove.

When he turned around searching for nothing, the ark was gone...