UGB Chapter 196 The Milky Way Reverses
Chapter 196 The Milky Way Reverses
There aren't that many coincidences in this world that happen without any reason.
As a former high-achieving young woman, Ellie harbored a competitive spirit towards Su Hao that said, "Even though I can't beat you, I'm determined to crush you..."
Almost gritting her teeth, she deliberately checked Su Hao's class schedule and stubbornly chose the exact same hellish courses as him, determined to compete with him academically!
Poor Jason, a complete novice who knew nothing of the dangers of the world, blindly followed Ellie around like a tagalong, unwittingly jumping into the same fire pit.
To conceal her inner turmoil, Ellie pretended to be nonchalant, quickly pulled a small mirror from her bag, and tidied her messy hair in front of the mirror.
"bite--"
The class has begun.
The renowned academic giant, Professor Whitman, wearing a slightly worn tweed suit, walked steadily to the podium at the front of the classroom.
He didn't bring any heavy lesson plans, handouts, or PowerPoint presentations; all he had was a lone piece of chalk held between his fingers.
"Today, we'll explore what a vector field is."
The professor's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
People are usually used to interpreting vector fields as "the direction of force" or "the flow of energy".
But today, I want to present this from a completely different perspective.
Hey.
Whitman turned around, pressed a small dot heavily in the center of the large blackboard, then flicked his wrist, drawing a clean, sharp arrow next to it.
"In my view, a vector field is a concrete expression of the abstract concept of 'where space is trying to move'."
This is like drawing arrows in the air to indicate the direction of the wind when a strong wind is blowing outside.
Swish swish!
The chalk moved swiftly across the blackboard, drawing countless intersecting shapes and arrows.
"When these arrows representing spatial movement trends come together, they form a field."
And what is the meaning of our existence, those of us who call ourselves mathematicians...?
The goal is to interpret this seemingly chaotic flow pattern and, using rigorous logic, uncover the laws governing change in the universe.
As Whitman went on, the students below the podium began to turn pale.
This hardcore lecture, which forcibly integrated calculus, abstract mathematical analysis, and higher-order linear algebra, transformed into substantial academic pressure.
The atmosphere in the classroom became incredibly heavy. Many of the once arrogant geniuses in high school were now painfully scratching their hair with their fingers, dandruff falling all over the floor.
"Now, let's introduce more profound concepts into this vector field we've just constructed: divergence and curl."
Professor Whitman's voice gradually rose in pitch, as if chanting a forbidden incantation.
"They are used to describe the intensity of space's outward divergence, and the degree to which space is twisted and rotated at extremely small scales, respectively."
Whitman didn't even glance at the audience; he frantically swung his wrist, sending strings of mathematical symbols flying across the blackboard—symbols that would make most people dizzy just by looking at them.
The students below were already mentally exhausted by the overwhelming amount of information and the blackboard writing.
The huge cognitive gap made them feel physically nauseous.
Jason stared intently at the blackboard, lowering his voice as he muttered desperately:
"I understand space, and I understand distortion..."
But I don't understand "space distortion" at all. What exactly is that in mathematics?
Ellie, standing to the side, bit her pale lips and wholeheartedly agreed.
No matter how smart or talented they are, for students who have just left the high school system and haven't even fully developed their intuition for advanced algebra...
Today's lesson, which spanned several cognitive dimensions, was practically a medieval torture without anesthesia.
Finally, their brain's protective mechanism kicked in instantly, and they simply gave up on understanding the material in class.
I decided to force myself to write down the incomprehensible writing on the blackboard as a picture first, and then spend time figuring out its meaning bit by bit after returning to the dormitory.
Ellie thought through gritted teeth:
If only I could study for a few more hours, no, if only I could stay up for a few more all-nighters!
That should, probably, maybe that I'll be able to figure out the professor's godlike logic, right?
In this oppressive classroom, everyone, including Ellie, was subjected to this humiliating, crammed-in ideology.
Su Hao was the only exception!
He simply leaned back in his chair in a relaxed posture.
He would occasionally twirl the pen, only sparingly jotting down a few key variable details in his notebook.
Most of the time, he stared intently at the blackboard, like a statue.
Gradually, wondrous things began to happen in his field of vision.
Deep within his pupils, those lifeless chalk arrows seemed to be infused with a soul at this moment, coming to life completely!
Every vector drawn on the blackboard was no longer chalk dust in Su Hao's eyes, but rather a real flow like a cool breeze.
When an arrow representing a variable cuts through the imaginary space, the surrounding arrows seem to be drawn by some mysterious law, generating visible ripples of resonance!
Calculus is the skeleton, algebra is the blood.
Various energy trajectories intertwined and flowed on the blackboard, like a galaxy turned upside down.
The rhythm of this fluctuation was so natural and seamless, carrying an indescribable and elegant charm that was extremely captivating.
So much so that Su Hao's mind was completely immersed in this universe built of pure truth, and he was completely unaware that the professor on the podium had stopped writing with chalk and was calling to him with burning eyes.
"Su Hao!"
Professor Whitman raised his voice.
"……what?"
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Su Hao blinked sharply, falling back from the higher dimension to reality, and stood up.
Whitman gazed at the young man, who seemed to have just awakened from a dream, pointed to the complex vector field diagrams on the blackboard, and asked in a deep voice:
"What did you see on the blackboard just now?"
Su Hao hesitated briefly.
He seems to be searching for words in human language that can accurately describe that higher-dimensional beauty.
A few seconds later, he answered calmly and truthfully:
"life."
"Oh?" Whitman's pupils contracted sharply. "Tell me more about it."
Su Hao raised his eyes and looked at the blackboard covered with formulas:
"At first, I thought it was just a simple flow of energy along the gradient."
But I see that each vector is influencing the others dynamically in real time.
With the introduction of curl and divergence, the energy of the entire system, like a vibrant organism, is undergoing regular breathing and circulation!
The classroom fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.
Jason, who was standing next to him, dropped his pen on the table with a "thud," and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets!
Ellie gasped, her eyes filled with a clear sense of foolishness and bewilderment.