"These equations show the direction for improving the Electromagnetic Launch Well!" Song He said something astonishing.
The dormitory fell silent again.
Everyone's brains had already crashed.
A person who knew absolutely nothing about the Electromagnetic Rocket Well was instructing everyone on how to improve it?
It sounded absurd. Even more absurdly, everyone faintly felt that there might actually be something to it. Perhaps Professor Tang's proposed improvements could be used as a reference!
"The mathematical model I solved yesterday was, of course, correct. My answers never contain errors." Song He sounded confident.
"But that mathematical model was merely a Medical Report on the existing Electromagnetic Rocket Well. By examining the models of different locations, you can determine the health indicators of different organs and discover whether certain locations have developed lesions or whether certain organs are in suboptimal health."
"What I wrote last night was the treatment direction I found by understanding it from a mathematical perspective!"
Song He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd's varied expressions, before continuing:
"Let me emphasize this again: I don't know the first thing about Electromagnetic Rockets. These are merely my mathematical deductions!"
"If you follow the direction I wrote and make the changes, you might be able to bring the entire Electromagnetic Rocket Well into the mathematically most harmonious state with the smallest possible modifications. Perhaps its test-launch performance will be even more impressive!"
"Of course, mathematics is mathematics, and reality is reality. If you encounter problems during the modifications—for example, if you can't achieve one of the values I wrote—you can come to me and explain the situation. I'll recalculate it and see how it should be modified as a compromise."
"What do you all think?"
Song He ate the last bite of his bun, threw the plastic bag into the