Song He ran to the only desk in the room and pulled open the drawers to search.
The first drawer was empty.
In the second drawer, a dead pill bug lay on its back.
The third drawer held two black markers.
The fourth drawer held two rolls of toilet paper.
Song He was speechless. How could there not even be a sheet of scrap paper?
He looked up at the walls and got an idea. Taking out a black marker, he ran straight to the wall and began scribbling!
Complicated equations were written out step by step, one line after another. Whenever he made a mistake, Song He used the end of the marker to scrape at the wall, removing a layer of white paint before writing again.
He had no idea what he was writing.
But he could roughly guess what he was writing.
At that moment, the rows of black equations covering the pristine walls were all derived from the mathematical model of the Electromagnetic Rocket Well!
Song He knew nothing about Electromagnetic Rocket technology. Ever since leaving Jinghai No. 4 High School, the time he had spent studying physics could be counted on one hand.
But he understood mathematics!
From the mathematical model of the Electromagnetic Rocket Well, he could sense many things. One part of the model would drive another part into operation, some equations would cancel out each other's errors, and certain formulas would suppress other formulas at specific moments.
Power, resistance, turbulence, laminar flow, viscosity, error... Every part of the mathematical model had distinct characteristics.
When he lectured to the engineers during the day, some inexplicable new knowledge had surged into his mind. All of it was closely related to the mathematical model of the Electromagnetic Rocket Well.
After digesting this new knowledge, Song