pertwk Chapter 150 Quantum Chaos
Chapter 150 Quantum Chaos
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Several mathematicians from different branches around him lowered their heads, as if they had all been shot in the knee.
Leonard stared intently at Su Hao with his deep gaze.
"In comparison, our physics is much purer."
As Stephen Hawking said, we physicists have only one, and only, ultimate goal—to explain reality!
Su Hao, use your phenomenal mathematical brain to explain reality!
If it were you, you might be able to surpass Richard Feynman!
Think it over carefully and join us!
hiss--!!
A collective gasp filled the air!
Richard Feynman?!
That's an unparalleled legend who came from the Physics Department of MIT!
That unparalleled genius who could decipher the entire world with elegant equations, that epic master who single-handedly perfected modern quantum mechanics.
When this resounding name was uttered by Leonard, the head of the physics department, as the offer price...
Everyone present, including Whitman, felt a sudden chill run down their spines; they were completely stunned.
They knew Leonard valued Su Hao, but they never expected his evaluation to be so shockingly high!
This is practically tantamount to pushing the future throne of the physics department directly in front of Su Hao!
However, faced with such supreme praise and temptation that could make any scholar faint on the spot, Su Hao simply shook his head calmly.
"Thank you for your kindness."
Su Hao's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyes revealed a firm resolve as he solemnly rejected his suggestion.
"But I never imagined a life other than being a mathematician."
In Su Hao's heart, the vast ocean called "mathematics" surpasses everything in its depth and breadth.
He has only just set sail and is far from reaching the end of his journey.
Just because you've glimpsed a corner of the ocean, do you think you should furl your sails, settle for the status quo, and stop exploring the infinite?
This was nothing short of the cruelest torture for his brain, which was forever thirsting for truth.
Despite being so decisively rejected, Leonard showed no sign of frustration.
On the contrary, the next sentence he casually uttered made Su Hao, who had been calm and collected, feel his hair stand on end and goosebumps rise all over his body!
"I see..." Leonard sighed, his tone full of regret.
"That's such a pity. I was thinking of taking you to the lab today so you could see 'quantum chaos' for yourself."
Swish-!
Incredulous light suddenly flashed in Su Hao's usually calm eyes, and he abruptly turned to look at the old professor.
As if he had anticipated the boy's almost explosive reaction, Leonard's smile widened completely.
Quantum chaos!
Su Hao certainly knew what that meant!
That's not some mathematical modeling created by just typing on a computer, nor is it some vague computer simulation image!
That is a top-level physics laboratory that allows people to observe quantum-level chaotic phenomena with the naked eye and their senses in a real and tangible way!
There are at most seven such incredible laboratories worldwide.
And without a doubt, MIT, with its deep pockets and research prowess at the pinnacle of humankind, is one of them!
Leonard's casual remark was like a depth charge, instantly causing a huge commotion in the venue.
Everything downstairs is in complete chaos!
Go to the quantum laboratory?
What kind of plot twist is this?!
"Now?"
Su Hao raised an eyebrow slightly, his steady voice standing out clearly amidst the noise.
Leonard glanced at his watch and nodded firmly.
"Yes, the experiment was scheduled a long time ago. To be precise, it will start promptly in thirty minutes."
"Bang!"
Whitman slammed his hand on the table, springing to his feet like a spring. This academic giant, known for his rigor, blushed and rebuked him mercilessly:
"Leonard! Get this straight! This is a solemn and respectful mathematics forum, not some place where you can just casually drag your students into the lab for some kind of 'grand magic show'!"
Faced with his old friend's barrage of criticism, Leonard simply shrugged calmly.
"This isn't a show, old man, this is called immersive education."
Since some people are curious about the unknown, we pioneers have every reason to show them the truth about how the world works.
At this point, his gaze swept past Whitman, across the whispering forum participants, and he raised his voice:
"Not only Su Hao, but any other interested young people here are welcome to come along."
My lab can easily fit around twenty people.
As soon as he finished speaking, the students below, who had been unable to contain their curiosity, immediately raised their hands and stood up eagerly.
Seeing that the situation had spiraled out of control like a runaway horse, Whitman's lips twitched wildly a few times before he finally let out a long, helpless sigh.
"Fine, fine, since we've already gone this far, I'm going with you!"
"Of course, no problem, it would be my honor."
Leonard smiled and turned to look at the ever-calm young man.
"Su Hao, what about you?"
Facing Leonard's expectant gaze, which held a hint of anticipation as he quietly awaited a reply, Su Hao nodded without hesitation.
Some opportunities, once missed, are truly gone forever.
For a scholar who is deeply immersed in the pursuit of truth, such an opportunity to directly engage with the forefront of the world is something that may never come again!
He has to go—even if it's raining knives outside, he has to go!
Just as the bigwigs around him had worried, Su Hao had indeed recently gone a bit "mad"—he was deeply immersed in the vast abyss of the Riemann zeta function.
It was truly a science with a bewitching and enchanting power, breathtakingly beautiful yet so profoundly despairing.
As night falls and all is quiet, Su Hao, observing the world from Psyduck's perspective...
I am always drawn by an irresistible force, and my brain involuntarily begins to frantically deduce the Riemann Zeta function.
He was like a supercomputer running at full power, constantly tracking, tracing back, and charging forward in a matrix of endless numbers.
However, no matter how far he deduced from the matrix, and no matter how many outrageous possibilities he explored...
The final conclusion always seems to be like hitting a maze, stubbornly returning to the same starting point.
"Could it be... that all of this is just a mirage?"