"Deng Puhe, Jorge, and Hessy happen to be top mathematicians from three generations—old, middle-aged, and young. They're all going to give lectures on the Song He Manifold at Mathematics Night." Song He was deeply worried. "And my lecture was scheduled last!"
"You're worried they'll progress faster than you, finish explaining everything you wanted to cover, and leave you with nothing to say?" Xiang Xiaotong understood. "It's fine. You've invented so many original tools. Even if they progress at the same speed, you can talk about the tools."
"Others can prove it with well-known tools, while I have to throw in a pile of flashy, impractical tools. That puts me at a disadvantage!" Song He shook his head.
"Want me to see whether your new tools are presentable?" Xiang Xiaotong asked.
Song He quickly tore several sheets of paper from the wall. "The improved final version. Please take a look!"
Xiang Xiaotong took the papers and imagined herself as an attendee at Mathematics Night, eagerly reading the original proof-solving tools created by the proposer of the Song He Manifold.
After reading for a while, she frowned slightly.
After reading it again, her brows furrowed even more tightly.
"What is it?" Song He watched her expression and nervously swallowed. "Are my tools... bad?"
"I don't know whether they're good or not." Xiang Xiaotong's face was sorrowful. "I can't understand them!"
Song He scratched his head. "I wrote them as concisely as I could, though?"
Xiang Xiaotong hesitated for a long while before suddenly sitting down. She placed the tool papers on the desk, patted them, and gritted her teeth. "Teacher Song, give the lecture!"
Chenghuang Institute.
The cryogenic revival laboratory!
Many people in white coats stood in the spotless room, while a group of young faces busily crowded around the operating