dhibooks Chapter 113 Message
Chapter 113 Message
[USTC Junior Class - Anonymous Forum]
[Main post: Duck God, are you leaving us? (crying and sobbing.jpg)]
OP: Does anyone know this?
Suddenly, a group of guys in suits, with intimidating auras like Men in Black agents, started wandering around the school!
It's said they all came for our Duck God!
It seems that our Duck God has definitely done something earth-shattering that could puncture a hole in the earth.
I'm panicking right now. What are we mortals supposed to do?
Could he suddenly have a brain fart and run off to America...?
Or simply put your hands in your pockets and coldly toss out a sentence:
"Excuse my bluntness, but everyone here is trash; we can't possibly be on the same wavelength as you!"
Then you can just swagger off to an Ivy League school, right?!
I'm so panicked, family!
Heaven knows, if it weren't for the Duck God keeping order at this school, I would have become a severe case of "I can't live without the Duck God"!
--- 1st Floor: Ah...no!!! My pillar of support! I'm clinging to your leg and crying! Please, Duck God, don't go!
--- 2nd floor: But how should I put it, the thought that our Duck God can get the approval of the world's big shots makes me feel inexplicably good, like watching my brother ascend the throne!
--- 3rd Floor: That's absolutely true. As long as our Duck God takes action, a mere world-class "Four Color Theorem" is nothing, hahaha, he'll handle it in a heartbeat!
--- 4th floor: Wait... Ilya Cronin, that academic tyrant, what if he gets so angry that he just locks the duck god in an iron cage and takes him away?
--- 5th Floor: To be honest, seeing our school's name constantly featured on national news these past few days has been a bit surreal. But every time I see those sensational headlines, the thought reflexively flashes through my mind—"It has to be him!" It feels like as long as Duck God is involved, there's no physical law or mathematical axiom he can't crush!
--- 6th Floor: Open up your perspective! Maybe after the Duck God finishes warming up, he'll casually name all the Millennium Prize problems and crush them all like slicing melons and chopping vegetables!
--- 7th Floor: Damn, I'm definitely going to frame my student ID and graduation photo and brag about it to everyone! I'll tell everyone, "I used to pee in the same urinal as Duck God, we graduated from the same school!"
--- 8th Floor: If that really happens, wouldn't he be able to become a god in the flesh like Pythagoras? There would be a whole page of his illustrations in math textbooks from now on!
--- 9th Floor: You know what, don't you think this lofty divine status is a perfect match for our Duck God's cool demeanor? Hahaha.
--- 10th Floor: Duck God! Are you reading this post, Duck God?! If you are, please say something so we newbies can admire your divine glory!
......
"If I were to wake up a thousand years from my slumber, the first question I would ask would be: 'Has the Riemann Hypothesis been proven?'"
—David Hilbert, International Congress of Mathematicians, Paris, 1900.
Su Hao had an extremely absurd and bizarre dream.
That famous bald old man you usually only see in textbooks and Wikipedia photos...
Across a century, it appeared in his dream in an extremely frenzied manner!
Not only that, the old man's eyes were bloodshot, like a raging creditor owed eight million, gripping his collar tightly...
He spoke in a mix of German and roars, loudly demanding to know how the Riemann Hypothesis was progressing!
That was David Hilbert, a giant of German mathematics.
At the International Congress of Mathematicians in Paris that year, he proudly proposed 23 historic problems that 20th-century mathematicians should strive to solve, which are known as the "23 Hilbert Problems".
More than a hundred years later, the world has changed dramatically, and human technology has undergone several explosions.
Thirteen of these problems have been completely solved, seven have been partially proven, but three remain unresolved and hanging in the balance.
Why does Mr. Hilbert have to keep harping on me?
Could it be that the formula for the Riemann Hypothesis is haunted by the vengeful spirits of mathematicians who went mad throughout history?
Su Hao was so dizzy from being shaken around in his dream that he muttered to himself with a black line on his forehead.
But thinking about it carefully, it's no wonder the old man was so obsessed.
This is perhaps the most famous and most despair-inducing mathematical problem in the history of human civilization.
To prove the Riemann Hypothesis, almost all the greatest minds in human history who have left their mark on history throughout the 20th century racked their brains like moths to a flame, turning their hair white with exhaustion.
However, no one has been able to breach this impregnable fortress.
Hilbert's frantic grabbing of his collar in his dream was probably a manifestation of this cross-century academic resentment.
"What have you bunch of good-for-nothings been doing for the past hundred years?! Why haven't you proven anything yet?! Have you all been slacking off?!"
The old man's loud, booming voice, filled with despair and resentment, seemed to pierce through dimensions and was still buzzing in Su Hao's ears.
"hiss--"
Su Hao suddenly opened his eyes and shivered.
I felt a sudden chill for no reason, and my hospital gown was soaked with cold sweat.
He rubbed his nose and sighed. It seemed he still had to bow to reality.
He had to hurry up and brew that packet of dark, strangely bitter Chinese medicine that his mother had given him, and then he had to hold his nose and drink it!
After lying in a VIP ward in the hospital for a full week, Su Hao finally received a "pardon" from the doctor and was allowed to be discharged.
Before returning to school, his mother held onto his arm tightly at the door of the ward.
His usually gentle face was now filled with an unusual sternness as he issued the highest-level ultimatum:
"Haohao, listen to me carefully."
If you ever end up in the hospital again, just come back to my hometown with me!
Mom is definitely not joking or trying to scare you, remember that.
Even if I have to tie you up with rope, I'll bring you back like a Yangcheng Lake hairy crab!
Seeing the weariness and bloodshot eyes in his mother's eyes, Su Hao felt a sudden pang of guilt.
He genuinely didn't want his family to live in fear...
He quickly raised three fingers and swore to his mother repeatedly that it would absolutely, absolutely never happen again!
His mother stared at him suspiciously, and confirmed with him several times to make sure that the boy wasn't lying. Only then did she take her sister's hand and, looking back every few steps, embark on the road home.
Seeing Su Hui crying with tears in her eyes because she was about to be separated from her brother again, Su Hao felt a pang of sadness, and his heart softened.
"When the holidays come, your brother will definitely play with you a lot! You can play whatever you want!"
He knelt down, hooked his little finger tightly with his sister's, and made a promise.
......
Back in his familiar dormitory building, Su Hao looked around and found the entire building deserted, without a soul in sight.
"Ah, it's class time now."
Su Hao glanced at his phone; it was Thursday.
He asked the school for leave, planning to stay in his dorm for two more days as a carefree loafer before officially returning to class next week.
"Um?"
As soon as Su Hao pushed open the dormitory door, he found a bunch of colorful cards and sticky notes falling out from under the door, as if it had just snowed.
He squatted on the ground and opened the messages one by one like opening a blind box, only to find that all the messages were from those silly acquaintances.
[Su Hao, get well soon and come back to play soccer together! Without you on the field, even the wind feels lonely!]
[That reserved spot by the window on the third floor of the library has been empty lately, and it feels weird. It's like our school's most awesome, permanent NPC has suddenly disappeared. Come back and keep things quiet!]
[Hello, this is the news department. After being discharged from the hospital, are you still unwilling to grant us an exclusive interview? Even just a single sentence would be appreciated!]
Hey! Don't run too far by yourself! At least slow down and leave a silhouette so we mere mortals have something to chase after!
See you in the music room when you get back.
Looking at the messages, each with its own unique and vibrant handwriting, Su Hao felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
He stood silently at the door for a while, then carefully tucked them one by one into the pages of the thickest real analysis textbook on the table, as if they were precious treasures.