Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“Of course…”

Unexpectedly looking at Professor Feverman, the ark made a gesture, giving way to the position in front of the whiteboard.

Picking up the marker pen, Professor Feverman stared at the whiteboard for a moment and wrote it down.

It was time to leave class, but no one sat in the classroom and left their seats.

Everyone, including the Ark, stared blindly at what was on the whiteboard.

Gradually, looking at Professor Feverman's steps, the ark's eyes were slightly brighter.

Wonderful...

The interesting thing about mathematics is right here.

No matter how long you walk, you can't get out of the maze.

However, a seemingly viable idea that doesn't even need to be close to the exit creates that sense of victory right ahead from the moment you step on it.

Although Feverman hasn't written the final step yet, the ark is basically certain that he has at least a 90% chance of being feasible without saying absolutely correct!

Indeed, the bull did not disappoint him.

Fluently filling out all the remaining space on the whiteboard, Professor Feverman painted the last one in the last row ——

[Pμi: = μi- (Δ ^ -1) · δi · δj · μj]

The classroom sounds of a series of disturbances, which, although more difficult for undergraduate students, are still Princeton, sitting here at the top of the discipline's contempt chain for mathematics students.

Unexpecting this does not mean that no one understands it.

Obviously, they reacted slightly slowly, but like the Ark, they also saw the ingenuity of this idea in Professor Feverman's steps.

Retrieving the marker pen printed on the whiteboard, Professor Feverman looked at the formula he had written from the beginning and looked at it carefully, then smiled and said softly.

“This is not an easy question… it is a bit difficult for undergraduates. ”

The ark coughed softly: "So it's just a question of thought. ”

He would have just planned to meet with the students, and if it hadn't been for so many people's interest in his research progress, he wouldn't have bothered to put the issue on the whiteboard.

Especially as he didn't expect the old man to be sitting in the back row of the staircase room.

Focused back on the whiteboard, Professor Feverman touched the scum on his chin and said thoughtfully.

“where (Δ ^ -1) · δi · δj is defined as the Fourier multiplier of (Δ ^ -1) · δj | ● | ² … but what I want to know is, even if you came up with an equation for Pμi, what's the point? I can't tell... can you answer for me? ”

“Sure,” said Ark, laughing, "but I need a new whiteboard. ”

“The most important part of Princeton is where the book is. I'll get you a piece. ”

Dropping that sentence, Professor Feverman instantly turned away from the staircase classroom and quickly dragged a white board back from the next classroom.

Seeing this whiteboard that Professor Feverman dragged on his behalf, the ark was no longer polite, erased the writing on the whiteboard, picked up the marker pen and started the book, and explained its steps in detail.

“If we obtain Pμi: = μi- (Δ ^ -1) · δi · δj · μj, conventional integrations can be further determined by utilizing the non-divergent nature of μ...”

During this time, he has been busy experimenting with things, and the research on the NS equation actually only goes “Pμi: =?” This step, as for the content of the next board book on the whiteboard, is actually inferred from the field.

That sounds a little difficult.

But it's actually easy to do that.

After all, the only thing he needed to do was to bring in the conclusions he had previously reached, and then continue along that path.

But this is easy, not endless…

[(B (μ, v), w > = - πi (μ) ,1 ,2 ,3 (μ (μ) ,1), v (μ) ,2), w (ι 3)) …]

This line of formula was written down on a whiteboard, and the tip of the ark suddenly stopped.

Seeing this step, Professor Feverman's otherwise locked eyebrows suddenly provoked a slight curve of interest.

The ark retracted the marker pen in its hand and cast a gaze at him for questioning.

“What do you think? ”

Professor Feverman seems to speak to himself if his index finger is thoughtfully rubbing the scum.

“Seems… interesting. ”

Eyes blinking at the two people on the stage, the students sitting in the classroom silently, afraid to make a little noise, interrupting the thinking of the two brothers.

There's probably no place in North America where there's more respect for genius and more respect for knowledge than Princeton.

Five minutes later, Professor Feverman's face suddenly relaxed and said in a relaxed tone.

“It seems that the problem is not so well solved. ”

Without turning his eyes to the whiteboard ark, he nodded in agreement with the location: “You're right. ”

If there was such a good solution, the Clay Institute wouldn't have put it on the list of the seven Millennium Difficulties.

“But it was unexpected that you could do this.” Laughing, Professor Feverman and Hyatt said, "The NS equation is an interesting question, it's the foundation of fluid mechanics and a classic proposition for the differential equation. If the overall existence of its smooth liberation is addressed, it will have far-reaching implications not only for the glory of the human mind, but also for a range of disciplines associated with it. ”

Diedone was one of the founders of the Brbaki school, “Mathematics is for the glory of the human mind”, which is exactly what he used to say. Professor Feverman, while not agreeing with the Brbaki school, quite agrees with that statement.

Speaking of which, Professor Feverman clapped his hands with a smile and raised his hands.

“A very rich lesson… although I might be a little self-exaggerating to say so. What do you think? ”

Speaking of the last words, he looked back into the classroom, and even after class, he didn't move his butt off the bench. Students in the Unit.

And responding to him is naturally ringing the applause of the class.

Listening to the thunderous applause, the ark laughed embarrassingly.

Though he didn't speak, he was actually a little proud of himself.

The sense of accomplishment that the classroom gave him compared to a serious presentation was a completely different experience.

Apparently, his students liked him even though they hadn't seen him much throughout the semester.

“By the way, I made that question," Listen, the applause in the classroom slowly subsided, and Professor Feverman suddenly remembered something, pointing to the formula on the whiteboard, and said in a funny tone, "Is that promise still working? ”

The ark was slightly stunned and confused.

“Promise?”

Sitting in the front row, the long-haired chestnut girl who had first questioned him raised her hand and said with enthusiasm.

“Professor, you said that if anyone made this question, you would accept him as your PhD. ”

There was a noise in the classroom.

The boat didn't go to see the student who led the way, and he coughed dry and said, “You better not be kidding me. ”

“No, no, no, I'm not kidding,” Professor Feverman laughed, “if you don't mind taking another Ph.D., I wouldn't mind taking another Ph.D. with you. ”

Although Professor Feverman doesn't sound like a joke, Ark knows he's definitely joking.

In contrast to Professor Faltines, who has left Princeton, Professor Feverman belongs entirely to the other extreme on the point of “arrogance”. At the Princeton Institute of Higher Studies, where geniuses walk, he's the only one who makes jokes like that without hesitation.

Feverman coughed softly, stopped joking and turned to a serious tone when he saw Ark's helpless expression.

“Well, since you're not going to charge another Ph.D., I hope you'll do me a favor. ”

Instead of making an easy promise, the Ark asked: "What request? ”

“With regard to the existence and smoothness of three-dimensional uncompressible Navier-Stokes equation solutions,” Professor Feverman paused for a moment and laughed, sincerely saying, "I hope to work with you to solve this problem! ”