A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 240 Random Doodles
Rongcheng No. 2 Middle School, Class 7, Grade 12
Looking at the class arrangement that had been changed again, Liang Peixuan was filled with emotion. Before he knew it, he was already a senior in high school.

After participating in the CMO in June, he joined the training team and fought his way through the competition until he went to the IMO in September. Then he experienced a magical journey with Chen Hui. When he returned to Chengdu, he happened to be there during the seven-day National Day holiday. When he came back, he felt a sense of things had changed and time had passed.

"Wow, Lao Liang, that's awesome! IMO bronze medal, that's incredible!"

Are you planning to go to Tsinghua University or Yanbei University?

"Do you want to continue studying mathematics, like Chen Shen?"

"Our Class 7 is really something, producing two competition champions!"

"Old Liang, you still need to keep working hard. Chen Shen has already flown into the sky, and you've only just gotten onto the track."

"Where's the medal? Show it to us!"

"Holy crap, I've won an IMO bronze medal too! I can brag about that for a year!"

"When I'm old, I can tell my grandson that his grandfather was also someone who touched an IMO bronze medal."

"Come on, with your looks, you probably won't be able to find a wife. If you want a grandson, you'll probably have to adopt one."

"Can't boys change a lot as they grow up? Everyone says fat people are diamonds in the rough!"

As soon as Liang Peixuan entered the classroom, he immediately became the most eye-catching person in the class. All the classmates surrounded him, like a stone thrown into a beehive. The whole classroom was in an uproar, with everyone talking to him.

Jingle bell bell bell…

The school bell saved his life. The students returned to their seats, still not quite finished, and Liang Peixuan also sat down in his seat.

The next class was math class. An Chengzhang walked into the classroom carrying a textbook. When he saw Liang Peixuan, a happy smile appeared on his face.

Having trained two IMO athletes, he has something to brag about after retirement.

A few days ago, Lao Tang called him and asked him to come to Yanbei when he had time to share his experience on how to cultivate gifted young people.

Of course, An Chengzhang refused.

He was self-aware enough to know that he had no intention of nurturing any genius; he was just lucky to have encountered one.

"Hey, I didn't see it in the photos I posted in the group chat?"

While An Chengzhang was writing on the blackboard, Liang Peixuan turned around and said to Li Hai.

"I saw it."

"Then you're not going to reply?"

Li Hai rolled his eyes. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"You're dressed so smartly, you're obviously going to a big event. If I reply to you, wouldn't you be catching me off guard?"

"Uh……"

That makes so much sense that Liang Peixuan couldn't refute it.

"Don't you want to know what I went to do?"

Liang Peixuan chuckled, not intending to let Li Hai off the hook, "I went to the Clay Research Institute Award ceremony with Chen Hui!"

"grass!"

"Old Liang, is it really you?"

Before Li Hai could speak, Lu Ping, who was sitting next to him, exclaimed, "I saw on the news that someone looked a lot like you, and it really is you!"

"News? What news?"

"You didn't know? Chen Shen won the Clay Research Institute Award and it made the news in China. It was on the evening news, and they spent a full five minutes of the thirty-minute segment talking about it!"

Lu Ping still feels thrilled and envious when he thinks back on it. "I never thought you would actually go, and even walk the red carpet with Chen Shen. I'm so envious I could split my plasmosphere!"

"I'm not envious of your CMO gold medal, because you deserved it. I'm not envious of your IMO bronze medal, because you're lucky. But how the hell could you walk the red carpet with Chen Shen and even appear on the news? Wow, my eyes are red!"

Lu Ping was yelling and screaming, but Li Hai remained calm, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.

"If you had replied to the message then, you probably could have made it in time to walk the red carpet with me."

"what?"

Li Hai was stunned for a moment, then slammed his fist on the table, "Why the hell didn't you say so sooner?"

"Ahhhh!"

"Li Hai, it's class time, what are you yelling for? If you want to yell, get out here and yell!"

A piece of chalk struck Li Hai squarely on the forehead, shattering his arrogance and forcing him to obediently return to his original seat.

Liang Peixuan had already seen through his pretense and chuckled mischievously, "I was just kidding. We were almost on the red carpet, and it would have been too late for you to go back."

"Chen Hui hadn't originally planned to send anyone over, but I happened to be there, so I went with him."

After provoking Li Hai, Liang Peixuan didn't forget to explain a few things to Chen Hui, and then encouraged him, "It's okay, just wait a few more years, until Chen Hui wins the Nobel Prize, then we'll shamelessly try to get one ourselves. The Nobel Prize ceremony is much grander than this."

In fact, the Clay Institute's award ceremony was already of a very high standard, and Chen Hui's achievements were no less than those of any Nobel Prize winner. However, the sacred status of the Nobel Prize in people's hearts was deeply rooted, and Liang Peixuan subconsciously believed that the Nobel Prize was more valuable than the Clay Institute's Grand Prize.

"Isn't he a mathematician? How could he win a Nobel Prize?"

Although Li Hai wasn't very attentive to his studies, he did know that there was no Nobel Prize in Mathematics.

"What do you know? With his ability, winning the Nobel Prize is only a matter of time. The Yang-Mills equation is not a purely mathematical problem."

Liang Peixuan had a lot of confidence in Chen Hui.

……

Jiangcheng University, School of Chemistry, Materials Research Laboratory

The air was filled with the mixed smell of metallic dust and sweat, and the three server racks hummed continuously, their cooling fans stirring up the condensed heat.

Scattered on the left-hand experimental table are 24 continuously cast billet slices with marked numbers, the cross-sections showing traces of silver shot peening.

Four screens on the central computer desk displayed Fortran code windows for the ladle flow field and the group equilibrium model simulated by ANSYS Fluent, with the Reynolds stress contour plots flashing wildly.

The trash can on the right was overflowing with sheets of paper covered in calculations. On the top sheet, stained with coffee, lay a string of dizzying equations, repeatedly scribbled over.

β(L1，L2)=Cβν/ε(L1+L2)^3
"Why is the predicted value of 20nm AlO three orders of magnitude higher than the actual value?!"

林浩眼球布满血丝，他调出昨日电镜扫描图，某轴承钢样本中，5-50nm的纳米级AlO呈弥散分布，实测密度为2.3×10^12/m^3，但PBM模拟结果显示同尺寸夹杂物应聚并为200-500nm团簇，预测密度为5.1×10^9/m^3。

With only a few months left until his 4+2 doctoral graduation deadline, he has made no progress whatsoever. If this project doesn't go well, his doctoral degree will be in jeopardy.

Biochemistry, Environmental Science and Materials Science—truly a bottomless pit.

After a period of irritable venting, Lin Hao finally calmed down and tried to revise his model again. "The material may have tormented me a thousand times, but I will still love it like my first love."

He had been working for two days and two nights straight, but he wasn't going to stop. He was determined to finish the modeling.

He adjusted the turbulence dissipation rate ε from 0.01 to 0.05. However, while the prediction results for small particles improved, the predictions for large particles deviated further from reality.

"Come again!"

Lin Hao then tried increasing the collision efficiency factor, adding an empirical coefficient k=1.5. However, this time the model's performance not only failed to improve but worsened, with the prediction bias for nanoparticles widening to 40%.

"Come again!"

Lin Hao was like a raging beast. Although he had been battered and bruised, he could never be defeated and was able to regroup time and time again.

"Introducing an anisotropic model, using DNS data to fit the tensor β..."

Lin Hao muttered to himself, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the data on the screen, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

Suddenly, the screen, which was outputting logs normally, froze for a moment. Then, a series of strange logs popped up, and the interface became stagnant, losing all its vitality.

Memory overflow, the calculation crashed.

Lin Hao slumped back in his chair, looking at the electron microscope image beside him. It showed a deadly chain-like inclusion composed of eight TiN particles that stretched across the field of view—the main cause of the high-speed rail bearing failure, a structure that his model had never been able to reproduce.

"Senior brother, go and rest for a while. Your body won't be able to take it if you keep going like this."

A fair hand rested on Lin Hao's shoulder. The owner of the hand stood behind Lin Hao, his eyes filled with worry.

"That's all."

Lin Hao sighed deeply. Just like the computer that had crashed earlier, his fighting spirit had collapsed along with the computer during the two days and two nights of battle.

He got up and walked out of the laboratory, but as soon as he stood up, he stumbled. If a pair of hands hadn't reached out to support him in time, he probably would have fallen to the ground.

"I will send you back."

……

Chen Hui followed Wang Qiming all the way to the materials laboratory of the School of Chemistry.
dong dong dong...

Wang Qiming raised his hand and knocked on the door.

No one responded, but the door wasn't locked. As Wang Qiming knocked, the door opened.

"Lao Zhou?"

Wang Qiming stepped inside and called out, "This isn't a real laboratory, but rather an office where students usually do some calculations and document work." Wang Qiming wasn't overly cautious.

Chen Hui immediately noticed the densely packed data on the screens next to him, as well as the draft papers scattered on the table and the floor.

As Wang Qiming said, Professor Zhou Zhen's laboratory has recently been studying turbulence-related issues.

Judging from the draft paper, this person seems to be trying to build a predictive model for the multi-scale effects of turbulence.

Unfortunately, this happened to coincide with Chen Hui's specialty.

After carefully examining the drafts scattered on the table, I looked at the formula: βST = 0.62ν/ε(d1+d2)^3
Chen Hui shook his head inwardly.

"An error of 468 times?"

The owner of these draft papers had some mathematical background, but clearly not much.

陈辉握住鼠标，频放大显示粒子在直径100μm涡旋中滞留0.15ms，他飞速计算，τη=(ν/ε)1/2≈(1.5e-6/0.01)0.5=0.012s。

"With a vortex lifetime of 12ms and a particle dwell time of 0.15ms, it's like a bullet passing through jelly—how could it possibly collide?"

Continuing to observe the data on the screen, Chen Hui quickly brought up the LDV flow velocity measurement spectrum that Lin Hao had ignored. Looking at the peak pulses in the measurement spectrum, he shook his head again. The turbulent energy intermittently burst in the 1-10kHz frequency band, and the model on the draft paper treated it as white noise!

Chen Hui sat down, took out a clean sheet of draft paper, drew the energy spectrum waterfall diagram, and wrote down the formulas.

E(κ)=CKε2/3κ5/3exp(κη)
Chen Hui looked at the transition zone between the inertial subregion and the dissipation region in the formula. The Saffman-Turner core they used before was only applicable to tau_c>tau_eta, but 20μm AlO in molten steel tau_c=sim 10^-4.

Therefore, a turbulent coalescence suppression factor needs to be introduced here.

Chen Hui quickly wrote down another formula on the draft paper: βnew=βSTexp(τη/τc).

"Particle motion is not a Brownian walk, but rather a Levy-like flight with drift!"

Chen Hui's thought process was natural and smooth. He turned over the draft paper, constructed a framework of stochastic differential geometry, derived the trajectory of the inclusions, and used the Malliavin derivative to define the collision probability density...

With swift strokes of the pen, a series of formulas took shape on the draft paper.
"Let's go. It seems Old Zhou isn't here. Let's make an appointment with him when we get back."

After taking a walk around the laboratory, Wang Qiming returned to Chen Hui's side and said with some regret.

However, this is understandable. He originally decided to meet with Chen Hui on a whim and did not make an appointment with Professor Zhou beforehand.

Finally, Chen Hui hastily sketched a fractal grid that looked like a doodle on the draft paper, →αα=1.37±0.02, and simply noted that turbulence is fractional-dimensional. After rewriting the transport term using fractal derivatives, Chen Hui followed Wang Qiming out of the laboratory.

Time was short, and Chen Hui wrote the derivation process somewhat concisely, but the thought process was still complete and clear. Although the owner of these draft papers had a weak foundation in mathematics, he believed that the other party could still understand it.

"By the way, now that you've received the Clay Institute Award, it's time to conclude your application for the Outstanding Young Scientists Fund project."

On the way back to the School of Mathematical Sciences, Wang Qiming reminded him, "Remember to use the project funds. If you leave too much behind, you'll definitely get criticized later."

Chen Hui's original research project for the Excellent Young Scientists Fund was the Yang-Mills equation. Now, the world knows that Chen Hui has completed the mathematical proof of the existence of solutions to the Yang-Mills equation and the mass gap. This project is now due for completion.

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"Will you be criticized if there's too much leftover project funding?"

Chen Hui was puzzled. The two million yuan he applied for was only used to buy some office supplies for his own office and to pay the monthly salaries of Chloe and Yang Chi. There was no other need for the funds. Now, there was still more than 1.5 million yuan left in the two million yuan.

"Why not?"

"Since your project doesn't require that much funding, why are you applying for so much funding? Isn't that a waste of research resources?"

Wang Qiming said seriously, "You haven't finished using it yet, have you?"

Chen Hui shook his head. Sometimes it's frustrating to do math without spending money; he simply doesn't know where to use the funding.

"How much is left?"

"More than 1.5 million, I guess."

"What?"

Wang Qiming exclaimed in surprise.

Although he was the vice dean, he also managed the college's research funding. Professors had always complained about insufficient funding, and this was the first time he had ever seen a project with so much funding left over.

When compared to Chen Hui's work, the disparity was so great that he didn't want to allocate a single penny of funding to other teachers.

"Let's hurry up and spend some money."

Wang Qiming patted Chen Hui on the shoulder.

Chen Hui smiled wryly, suddenly remembering a movie that Li Hai had discussed with his classmates, which involved spending 1 billion yuan within a month.

I never imagined he would face the same troubles now.

Furthermore, his funding is subject to even more restrictions.

Having too much money to spend is such a worry!

(End of this chapter)