A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Apron A, who was pushing the blackboard eraser, stopped in her tracks.

Through the thick mask, he squinted suspiciously, looking the sweaty madman in front of him up and down.

"You look unfamiliar, buddy. Who are you?"

Theodore Langford, from the Department of Mathematics at Stanford University.

Apron A paused for a moment, then scratched her head.

"This name... it sounds familiar?"

"Nonsense! Anyone who studies math, who the hell hasn't heard of me!"

You can find my glorious deeds on Google yourself!

But now, give me ten minutes. No, twenty minutes!

Apron B rolled her eyes when she heard this.

"That won't do, buddy. Our clearing route is fixed."

If the process here gets delayed or stalled, the cleaning team behind will also have to stand in the corridor and wait as punishment.

The last thread of reason in Theodore's mind snapped instantly, and his patience was completely depleted!

"Then let them wait!!!"

Theodore's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

"What's wrong with making them wait for ten or twenty minutes? Will they die?!"

Is this mere twenty-minute cleaning schedule more important than a major proof in the history of mathematics?

Can you bear the responsibility of being a sinner for all time?!

This sudden, thunderous roar carried the imposing authority of someone who had long resided in the ivory tower of academia.

The students in green aprons trembled at the shout and shrank back in fright.

Apron A swallowed hard, her momentum instantly weakening.

"No...no, buddy, don't get so worked up. We're just following school rules..."

Seeing that things were going badly, Apron B quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright, then we'll rest here for a bit. You'd better hurry."

Having dealt with the cleaning crew, Theodore didn't pause for a moment. He turned around and, like a ruthless bank robber, stormed straight into the department office.

After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, he managed to snatch out a top-of-the-line high-resolution SLR camera!

God knows what kind of fierce battles he went through.

Just moments ago, the supplies manager was clinging tightly to the camera, putting up a fierce and desperate resistance, insisting that "valuable equipment must never be lent to students from other schools."

But under Theodore's frenzied onslaught, like a mad dog saying, "If I don't film Su Hao's derivation process today, I'll die in front of you,"...

The administrator finally broke down and reluctantly handed over the expensive equipment.

Theodore, camera in hand, ran back, panting.

"I borrowed the equipment! I even fooled the cleaning staff! Is it all done now?"

Back in the corridor, Su Hao was still in the same almost meditative posture, staring intently at the blackboard in front of him.

Seemingly dissatisfied with the theorem he had just written down, he frowned slightly, then adopted a focused expression and continued the derivation.

Seeing his nonchalant and calm demeanor as he watched the apocalypse unfold, Theodore was so angry he almost exploded on the spot.

I risked everything to protect your manuscript, fighting tooth and nail with my sword, and you, of all people, just stand here pretending to be a shrew!

In that extremely brief moment when he went to grab the camera and left...

The blackboard, which originally had some blank space, was now completely filled with dense and complex formulas!

There wasn't even a gap big enough to insert a needle!

Theodore forced himself to calm down, his eyes flashing as he quickly scanned the contents of the blackboard.

Thank goodness.

Although it looks extremely brain-teasing, he had seen the starting point of this derivation in a dusty document.

"Su Hao, the starting point of the theorem you're writing now..."

"Um?"

Su Hao didn't even turn his head, he just mechanically responded.

The chalk in his hand continued to make a rapid scratching sound as it rubbed against the blackboard.

"It's very similar to the entry point that Smail once tried but ultimately gave up on."

Stephen Smail, Fields Medal winner.

Looking at the mathematician in front of me, who was too young and even had a bit of a student-like air about him.

The deductive steps he casually jotted down actually spanned half a century, revealing an underlying logic identical to that of the 20th-century analytical giant.

Theodore felt as if he had swallowed a handful of bitter herbs, a mixture of bitterness, jealousy, and a sense of unbelievable absurdity, leaving him with a complex mix of emotions.

"Even if others give up, I don't think this line of thinking is wrong."

Su Hao's tone was extremely calm.

It may seem gentle and mild, but it actually carries an unyielding and rock-solid stubbornness!

Fine.

Theodore rolled his eyes inwardly.

If you possess a brain that seems to have been kissed by God, it's only natural to be arrogant and conceited.

If it were him, he probably would have been a hundred times more arrogant than this kid.

"Really? In the end, Kosmail gave up."

Because if the domain is even slightly distorted, the derivative will instantly become invalid! Everything will be lost!

This is a lesson learned through the blood and tears of our predecessors.

Theodore offered a warning in an extremely restrained and indirect manner.

The fundamental reason for Smail's failure was that he attempted to use purely algebraic methods to deal with a complex nonlinear system in a space that was not absolutely uniform.

In a space where the domain is curved, differentials cannot be used to represent rates of change.

Once curvature is generated, the equations of the tangents at each point will all be misaligned.

Even if a function is smooth and continuous, due to the inconsistent tangent directions, when trying to calculate the average rate of change, vectors in different directions will interfere with each other and cancel each other out.

In that instant, a very strange question flashed through Theodore's mind.

Even he knew this dead end perfectly well, so how could Su Hao not know it?

"There's absolutely no way he wouldn't know!"

Su Hao nodded, seemingly agreeing with Theodore's warning.

But the chalk in his hand, which was frantically rubbing against the blackboard, did not pause for even a second!

Immediately afterwards, he uttered a seemingly innocuous remark.

"So... I plan to make the domain no longer curved."

Theodore's head started buzzing instantly.

He even suspected that there was something wrong with his eardrums, and that he was experiencing severe auditory hallucinations.

"What...what did you say?!"

"It's not about forcibly expanding the space, but about adjusting the density to make it appear visually flat."

Simply put, it means directly changing the coordinate system itself.

Theodore felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard.

He almost stopped breathing completely at that moment.

This kid is absolutely insane!

Adjusting spatial density?

What does this mean?

This means that he will use his own strength to completely uproot and redefine this topological space measure with curvature!

It's like trying to flatten a crumpled piece of paper.

If you want to completely smooth out the curvature of space.

We must go to extreme lengths to assign completely different weights and strain rates to every single point in this space!

In other words, he must extract the underlying code that constitutes all the coordinates in that space—the mathematical tool used to define all distances and angles within that space: the "metric tensor"...

Smash them all!

Overthrow everything!

Rewrite everything!

This is like walking a tightrope!

Walking a tightrope on a sheer cliff!

In this terrifying process of reconstruction, even a tiny, negligible singularity error can occur!

The continuity of the entire function will collapse into countless fragments instantly, like glass being hit by a sledgehammer!

At the macroscopic level of geometry, this space will no longer be a perfectly smooth surface, but will instantly become a pile of tattered, worthless rags!

Theodore felt like his brain was about to crash.

"My God... Riemannian geometry, calculus of variations, probability theory, measure theory..."

On top of these hellish difficulties, we also need to introduce topological invariants?!

Complex!

It's too complicated!

This process is so tedious, massive, and complex that it can make people dizzy and overload their brains on the spot!

Theodore was absolutely certain, even if God gave him another five hundred years, even if he devoted his entire life to calculating, he would never be able to accomplish such an inhuman feat!