Three days later, Ruoqiang Base.
The laboratory was bustling. One brave little life after another was sacrificed in the animal operating room, while the white coats rushed back and forth, carrying data sheets from upstairs to the first floor.
On the first floor, numerous researchers sat before their computers processing data. Song He walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, coldly scrutinizing each computer screen and occasionally offering criticism:
"Look carefully! V is a Symplectic Space, and L is the set of all Lagrangian Submanifolds on V. So what is L? The Lagrangian Grassmannian, of course! Isn't this basic knowledge? What have you even learned in mathematics?"
"Your foundation is too poor! Order a copy of Zorich's Mathematical Analysis, Volume Two, and a copy of Xie Huimin's Lectures on Mathematical Analysis Exercises. Finish them and bring them to me!"
"Do it again. Stop sleepwalking!"
"How could you make such a basic mistake? You even studied in the Mathematics Department. You weren't listening in class, were you? Buy a copy of Qiu Weisheng's Group Representation Theory and finish it within two weeks! For the problems you can't solve, go online and listen to his lectures!"
"Your level is a little lacking. Buy a copy of Nankai's Lie Algebra and review it. I'll check your work later!"
Song He felt like an old doctor, constantly prescribing remedies for team members who were terminally ill. He force-fed them one powerful mathematics book after another, then recommended several classic papers as medicinal catalysts, hoping his subordinates would improve.
The only team that spared him worry was Ji Tianhe's. Their quality was truly solid. They handled experiments with the skill of Hua Tuo, and at the very least, they wouldn't make basic mistakes in their data. They had the bearing of veteran