svetikya Chapter 38 The professor taking attendance? He really managed to pull it off!
Chapter 38 The professor taking attendance? He really managed to pull it off!
Chapter 38 The professor taking attendance? He really managed to pull it off!
"Professor Brad is here! Quickly, take a seat."
Peter the Second pointed to the front door and changed the subject.
"Isn't there still ten minutes before class starts?"
Gwen glanced at the time, puzzled.
"Perhaps they were startled by the commotion just now."
Horn made this guess, while waving his hand to signal the bodyguards to leave and not disturb the professor's lecture.
As the old professor entered the classroom, the previously noisy and spacious space gradually quieted down.
A tall, thin, white-haired old man with gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, a lesson plan tucked under his arm, and a water cup in his hand, leisurely walked onto the podium.
"I heard someone caused trouble in my class just now?"
He put down his lesson plan, looked up and scanned the room, his gaze first landing on Horn in the last row. He nodded to him, then turned to the others and said in a deep voice, "If anyone dares to cause trouble again, be prepared to be expelled."
"I'm not as easy to talk to as Professor Ryans."
After speaking, the old professor looked at the students in the lecture hall who dared not meet his gaze, nodded in satisfaction, opened his lesson plan, and officially began the open class.
Throughout the entire conversation, Gwen and Peter the Second listened intently, their faces occasionally showing expressions of sudden realization, as if they had gained a great deal.
Horn, however, showed little interest and simply waited quietly for the right moment to implement his plan to solve the problem once and for all.
After all, this content is far too basic for him right now, like a college student entering first-year preschool to learn 1+1=2.
These kinds of calculation problems are generally...
This scene caused Brad, who had been watching him closely, to frown repeatedly, even secretly wondering, "Did Tony already tell him what I was saying?"
Tony Stark was well aware of his talent; if he wanted to train Hornstark to become a physicist, it would be a piece of cake.
"In that case, why not give him a question to test him, so he won't get bored?"
Brad remembered a problem a student had encountered the night before and had an idea.
Even he hadn't found a perfect solution to this problem, so he decided to test it on Horn, even if Horn couldn't solve it.
"Horn, come up to the podium and solve this problem."
He raised his hand and pointed to Horn in the last row.
"Huh? You get called out even if you're sitting in the last row?"
Horn paused, inwardly thinking, "Does this old man have some kind of weird fetish? Even though I'm handsome, it doesn't have to be like this, does it?"
But recalling the look in the old professor's eyes when he nodded earlier, he felt a chill run down his spine.
But isn't this the perfect opportunity to implement a once-and-for-all plan?
He certainly wouldn't miss it.
Without hesitation, he stood up, straightened his tie, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the podium.
"Hahaha, caught dozing off by the old professor, huh? You dared to slack off in Professor Brad's class? Serves you right!"
"This is going to be interesting. I don't believe this guy is as gifted in physics as his brother."
"That's not necessarily true. He's a student that the old professor has high hopes for."
Seeing this, the surrounding students began to gloat.
"Ravenst's inequality equations?"
Horn was somewhat surprised after reading the question.
He remembered that no one had been able to solve this problem perfectly to this day, and he immediately realized that the old professor was trying to make things difficult for him.
"Just what I wanted, old man."
He only glanced at the problem, but no fewer than a hundred solutions came to mind.
"Professor, shall I begin?"
Horn picked up the chalk, turned his head, and asked.
"Okay, let's begin."
The old professor nodded and stepped down from the podium.
The students in the first row tactfully squeezed in to make room for him.
"Of course, you can also try to solve it."
Brad turned to the students behind him and pressed a button on the remote control to project the question onto the big screen.
"What! Ravenst's inequality?"
"Ravenst? The inequality equation that even the top physics professor at MIT couldn't solve perfectly?"
"Good heavens! Even such brilliant physicists can't solve it, how could we possibly succeed?"
As soon as the question was presented, the huge classroom erupted in an uproar.
However, a few confident and adventurous students took out their worksheets and began to do calculations, including Peter II, who, as a physics genius, was always very confident in this area.
Meanwhile, Horn, standing on the podium, had already started writing on the blackboard with chalk in hand.
The equations were clearly presented one by one, but although the more than 200 students in the large classroom could understand the individual formulas, they were completely baffled when they were combined.
Perhaps the only one in the entire audience who could understand it was Professor Brad.
Secondly, there was the second-generation Peter, who seemed to understand but not quite, but he didn't get distracted and still wanted to try to solve the problem himself.
"There's actually a solution like this? How come I didn't think of it?"
"Break down complex equations into simpler forms, and then combine them with multivariate combination equations —"
"Genius! What a genius!"
Looking at the dense equations on the blackboard, Brad's dim eyes flashed with admiration and surprise. He even excitedly snatched the paper and pen from the student next to him and began to verify them on the spot.
"Professor, I have a second solution. Would you like to see it?"
When the last inequality was perfectly solved, Horn turned to look at the old professor.
"Is there a second option?"
Still reeling from the shock, Brad's eyes widened. "I want it!"
The students below the stage were completely stunned. They hadn't even figured it out yet, and this guy not only finished solving it, but was planning to try a different approach? Was he trying to kill them?
"Could he really be a genius?"
"Rich, handsome, skilled in martial arts, and a physics genius—God, just kill me already!"
"They're right, I was born just to make up the numbers."
"Fuck, he actually managed to pull it off!"
Those who had previously questioned Horn now felt a burning embarrassment on their faces; the slap in the face had come too quickly and too harshly.
Professor Brad paid no attention to these things, his attention completely drawn to Horn's second solution.
This is actually a completely new way of thinking, and from a completely different angle. If the first one is simplification, then this one is complication!
First, make the problem more complex and reach a certain balance, then solve it in reverse!
But that's not all!
Then Horn wrote down the third, fourth, and fifth solutions, until the huge blackboard was completely full, and then he stopped.
At this moment, the audience fell completely silent.
Horn turned his head and saw nothing but shock and frustration on people's faces.
Aside from a small number of people who were just there for the fun of it, most of those who came to listen to Professor Brad's open lectures were people who loved physics.
Even if you don't understand Horn's solution, you know how amazing he is!
Ravenst's Inequality!
This person easily solved a problem that no one in the world, let alone MIT's chief physicist, could solve perfectly, and even provided nearly ten unheard-of and unseen solutions from different perspectives!
Is this some kind of genius? Can't you leave others a way out?
This is what almost everyone present is thinking right now.