"Physicists Yang Chen-Ning and Robert Mills proposed Yang-Mills gauge field theory in 1954."
Su Wen spoke slowly,
As Handsome Scholar's words fell, he actually began walking slowly toward the enormous monster outside the ship, shrouded in black torrential rain.
Upon hearing this,
The iceberg girl merely waited quietly for his explanation.
She naturally understood that Yang-Mills was the most universal gauge field theory of noncommutative symmetry groups, also known as non-Abelian groups.
But merely knowing the theory,
Even she might not have been able to fully understand the grand design Su Wen was bringing to fruition at this moment.
Thus, this quiet and exquisitely beautiful girl simply waited for his next words.
Just like in countless high school days gone by:
Jiang Menghan watched as Su Wen calmly raised his right fist and walked forward step by step.
She could not help recalling that small high school laboratory that held their endless memories, where the atmosphere had been so still it seemed as though time itself had been gently paused.
He had always stood before that not-so-large blackboard, smiling warmly at her.
His fingertips brushed the chalk, each stroke accompanied by a faint scraping sound, while theoretical formulas for countless cutting-edge technologies appeared on the board, like the paths of dazzling stars within his heart—distant and enduring.
And she had sat quietly nearby, gently propping up her head with both hands, her tender gaze resting upon his back.
At times, she would also furrow her brows slightly, sharply catching a trace of discord among those complicated numbers and symbols. Then, in her soft yet resolute voice, she would point out an oversight in his calculations,
Only making the atmosphere a little gentler.
In her memories, the sunlight back then had always filtered through the half-drawn curtains at just the right