Omnipotent Data

Chapter 424

Cheng Nuo wrote seven final papers at a rate of one every three days.

During the period, I took time to take the final exams of the other three courses.

The MIT holiday is on January 20th, and Cheng Nuo strives to submit the end-of-course papers before the 18th.

Perhaps before going abroad, many people will tell from those seniors and sisters who have returned from abroad how good the scholarships of American schools are, but only after they actually go out do they find that the scholarships of American universities, whether in terms of amount or type In terms of quality, they are much more than those in China.

But the number of outstanding students has also risen a notch.

The scholarship will not be in your pocket which has been lying there all the time. If you want to get it, you have to show a desperate study attitude.

Normally, the learning atmosphere on the MIT campus is quite strong. There are students studying with books on the benches and flower beds.

Towards the end of the semester, the enthusiasm of MIT students to study is almost breaking through the sky.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, the outside of the library was already blocked.

Under the dim street lights on both sides of the road, there are students who are studying in the morning.

When the library door opened at eight o'clock, the crowd was like the grandpas and aunts at the door of the supermarket every morning when it first opened.

Cheng Nuo was also affected by this atmosphere, and worked very hard to write papers every day.

Regarding scholarships, Cheng Nuo didn't have the kind of attitude of being completely indifferent, even for him now, it would be no problem to easily get ten or twenty scholarships.

During the vacation after the semester, Cheng Nuo planned to go back to China, but he couldn't help but go to Tsinghua University to visit Professor Fang.

It can’t be said that when I was in Tsinghua, I was very prosperous, and I could get scholarships as casually as eating and drinking, but I couldn’t get many at MIT!

It would be embarrassing to say that!

It's not that he doesn't have that strength, since he has that ability, why doesn't he try his best to fight for it?

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[Assume that K/F is a prime number l times cyclic expansion of the overall function field,

F is a finitely separable extended field on the rational function field Fq(T), using Conner-Hurrelbrink exact hexagons and exact hexagons derived from short exact columns of function fields. 】

【In the case of l divisible and non-divisible base field F ideal class numbers, the structure of the Sylol-subgroup of the ideal class of function field K is studied respectively. At the same time, using the obtained results, some conditions are given that the unit of the base field F is the element norm in K. 】

[From the above, using the Tate cohomology group, we can get...]

"Finally done!"

Cheng Nuo stretched, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

Seven concluding papers, after nearly 20 days of arduous struggle, he finally finished the concluding papers of the last "Fundamental Function Theory" course.

"It's a huge project." Cheng Nuo muttered to himself as he looked at the seven documents with more than 100,000 words.

Other postgraduate students start preparing their end-of-course dissertations in the middle of the semester.

And those who put off doing it until the last month like Cheng Nuo, either have full confidence in their own strength, or their brains are a little wattless.

In order, Cheng Nuo sent the seven end-of-course papers to the mailboxes of their respective course teachers one by one.

Turning on the phone, Cheng Nuo booked a flight back home tomorrow.

After everything in school was over, Cheng Nuo just wanted to go home now.

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the next day.

January nineteenth, the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

A plane slowly landed at Changting Airport in Qingcheng.

Cheng Nuo wore a baseball cap and a thick down jacket, and walked out of the airport slowly, pulling a suitcase.

Looking at the still familiar buildings around him, Cheng Nuo showed a nostalgic look on his face, and he took a deep breath of the air of his hometown.

"Cough cough cough, what a fucking smog!"

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The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the whole city is gradually filled with that kind of festive atmosphere.

When he got home, Cheng Nuo hadn't adjusted to the jet lag before he was dragged by his parents to buy all kinds of new year's goods.

On New Year's Eve, Cheng Nuo stayed up all night to finish the annual Spring Festival Gala. Through the window, he looked at the group of people downstairs who were idle because of the city's ban on fireworks and firecrackers. The balloon burst into a series of popping sounds, entertaining itself.

"It's a new year!"

Looking at the deep night outside that seemed to swallow the entire land, he sighed softly again.

Year after year, Cheng Nuo wasted another year on the road to becoming the King of Kings.

"Next year, we must work hard!"

Cheng Nuo secretly clenched his fists.

Next semester, I will go to Cambridge University as an exchange student at MIT.

The faculty of Cambridge University is no worse than that of MIT. There, my level should be able to rise to a higher level.

Then after returning to MIT, try to get a master's degree in one year.

Just a master's student, Cheng Nuo didn't want to waste four years here.

And Ph.D.

Cheng Nuo naturally knew how difficult it was to get a doctorate from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The qualification exam alone stumped countless people.

But Cheng Nuo thought that he shouldn't be under too much pressure by then.

It's just a pity that you can't directly skip the master's degree and get a doctorate directly.

After planning the route for the next two or three years, Cheng Nuo went back to the bedroom and fell asleep.

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On the eighth day of the lunar new year, the schedule of being dragged around to visit relatives came to an end temporarily, Cheng Nuo pulled Mu Leng out of the house, who hadn't appeared for a long time.

Mu Leng, who hadn't appeared for a long time, retired again after spending a day with Cheng Nuo, looking forward to the author's next thought.

The next day, after talking to his parents, Cheng Nuo went straight to his alma mater, Tsinghua University.

Half a year later, Tsinghua University has not changed much.

Let several generations of students change one after another, it is like an old man, kindly watching them go away.

Because it is winter vacation, the campus is quite cold.

Walking on the path shaded by bare tree branches, only a few scattered figures were pacing slowly.

Cheng Nuo raised his head to block the slightly glaring sunlight. Through his fingers, he saw a few birds flying towards the distance.

Cheng Nuo couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Professor Apartment Building, No. 203, Building 3.

Cheng Nuo knocked on the door, holding a big bag of Qingcheng's specialties in his hand, "Teacher Fang, I'm here to see you!"

"Old Fang, are you a student?"

"Sounds like it, I'll go take a look."

There was a sound of discussion in the room, and then the door was opened, and Professor Fang's face appeared in Cheng Nuo's sight.

Compared with half a year ago, Professor Fang's face is much thinner, and it is difficult to find a few black hairs that were originally only half a head of white hair.

Seeing Cheng Nuo, Professor Fang first looked happy, and then patted Cheng Nuo's shoulder with a smile, "It sounds like the voice, I didn't expect it was really you!"

"Teacher, I'm back!" Cheng Nuo looked at Professor Fang.

"Student Cheng Nuo, welcome back!"