The solar system is broken

major?

The corners of the woman's mouth turned up unconsciously, "Can't you tell you're okay with this?"

"?"

Goulan Shouma's professional content, emmm...

"Which gesture do you want to listen to?"

Her red lips parted slightly, making a sultry gesture.

The writer swallowed his saliva, and then took a sip of the 1982 Happy Water with trembling hands to calm down his shock.

"The Essence of Calculus."

...

"Are you sure?" The woman's hand paused.

Physics and mathematics are inseparable. All physicists are basically proficient in mathematics. This is also easy to understand. How can we fight a war without guns?

Anyone who has studied advanced mathematics can basically talk about basic mathematics like calculus.

"This is a very complicated question. How much do you need me to say?"

"all, you_know~"

"Simply speaking, it is the theory of continuous functions..."

This woman's thinking was very quick. She told me about Cauchy's theory, the origin of calculus, and analyzed Lagrange's mean value theorem. She seemed to know a lot about mathematics.

When I get excited, I'm still drawing pictures on the desktop.

It is easy to judge from her movements, it is a curve and a schematic diagram of its derivative.

"Okay!" The writer raised his hand to signal to stop.

"how?"

"I believe what you said," the writer nodded, and there was nothing wrong with the entire calculus.

"So..."

"No," the writer shook his head, "You just prove that you know this, but it does not prove that you are a player."

As long as blue-blooded people are willing to teach and red-blooded people are willing to learn, over the long years, red-blooded people can also completely deconstruct the knowledge of blue-blooded people.

The professional knowledge is perfect and there is no problem at all.

But in view of the previous flaws, the writer always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't explain it.

"How do you want to prove it?"

"What is the name of China's national anthem?"

"..."

The air solidified.

"I don't remember it. This song is too hard to remember..."

The writer suddenly found a breakthrough.

"Well, it's really hard to remember, so the second question is,"

"What are the six mountains included?"

"Taishan, Huashan, Songshan, Lushan, Hengshan... um..."

The woman glanced at the writer, who nodded.

"Mount Wutai?"

"Last question, who is your ancestor?"

"Qin Shihuang!"

The writer almost believed it. I don’t know who among the Chinese people who didn’t prevaricate by saying “descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties”? Who would dare to recognize Qin Shihuang? His surname has changed so many times in the past 3,000 years. Who can say it accurately?

"Okay," the writer pressed the button on the table.

Boom boom collapse~

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Yi Yang completely taught Xiao Li a bad lesson. The black and white maid outfit looked solemn and gentle on her petite body.

"Send this lady to personnel!"

"I'm Kari Circus~ (Japanese I understand)" He held up the left and right skirts and bowed, not to mention that it was really like that.

"Go, go, go~"

"Miss, please come this way~"

Creak~the door closes.

The writer naturally knows that this woman is not a player at all, but an NPC.

But Youzhou Base also needs red-blooded people with basic knowledge. After all, there are too few real players and there is no ability to build a city.

Turning the phone, the writer dialed a 007 line.

"Get me some help!"

"Wait a moment sir."

The manufacturing process of telephones is not difficult. There is an industrial foundation and the principle of wired power supply, which can be directly converted into results. There is no need to be afraid of Bell asking for patent fees.

Kaba~The call is connected.

"Hello!"

"This is the General Administration of Customs."

"What can I do for you, sir?" The person on the line was a woman.

"I'm looking for Mr. Guang from the Human Resources Department."

Guanglao, whose name is Guangrao, who is he?

An old red-blooded native man, but he participated in the earliest construction of the base and joined the base when he was still King of Xia.

He can be regarded as a veteran figure and one of the important talkers. His status is much higher than that of a writer.

The mission of this personnel department is to uniformly allocate technical talents in order to develop civilization faster and cope with the era of chaos.

"No longer alive!"

"Not in human affairs?" The writer frowned, a little suddenly, "When did it happen?"

"Left yesterday."

"Where have you gone?"

"Where?...Well, down there", how do you say this?

"Then bring me a message," the writer tilted his neck, holding the phone under his arm, and picked up Ding Ling's information form.

"I'm afraid I can't take this with me..."

"What can't you bring? Why don't you just go down and tell him?" I'm a little angry. I'm trying to talk to you about work, but you're here to talk nonsense to me.

"Well..." The other end of the phone was in a dilemma, "He can ask me to entrust his dreams. How can I find him?"

Are you asking for a dream? This is feudal superstition.

Wait...the writer thought of a joke.

Bang~

The microphone on my shoulder hit the table.

Dead?

Although it is said that this world is basically immortal, it does not mean that it is impossible to die. People with red blood often chirp.

"Hey!"

The writer grabbed the phone in his hand and said, "I'm here."

"Actually, you could tell me directly," the operator said.

"Oh oh`"

The writer has heard about Guangrao.

This red-blooded man has very close relationships with all the big bosses in the base.

His death is not a simple matter, it may trigger an earthquake and affect the entire fragile political ecology of Youzhou.

The writer hung up the phone. It was already 5 pm and it was time to get off work.

Dangdangdang~

Bells rang from the church tower in the distance, and people standing on the street stopped to say evening prayers.

This bell means that the work in Youzhou City is over.

As a writer who does not believe in religion, he naturally does not have this habit.

I stood up and stretched, stood in front of the glass window, looking at the golden sunset over the distant mountains, and felt very good.

Now I just need to wait for Xiao Li to come back, and then go to Huo Shan's house to have dinner. The beautiful day is over.

Ah~

Stretch ligaments.

At a glance, the newspaper fell on the coat hanger in the pocket of the windbreaker.

This is the Youzhou Express the security guard gave you when you entered the door in the morning.

Guessing that it would be a while before Xiao Li came back, the writer twisted the newspaper with his hands, shook it, stood it up and unfolded it.

Headline: Guangrao, the veteran of the base, passed away yesterday.

Below is a photo of Guangrao during his lifetime, showing a wizened little old man full of wrinkles, smiling and making a two-digit gesture, holding a cigar in his mouth.

The background is the municipal government building in Youzhou City. It looks like it was a photo taken a few years ago.

In his introduction, there were many titles, including councilor, founder, founder, etc., and they were mostly full of complimentary words.

There was another person standing next to him, smiling and hugging Guangrao. Judging from the photo tag, it was Congressman Durancy. The two seemed to have a very good relationship.

The writer is not very interested in politics, so he did not continue reading.

The second article is a piece of tidbits. The magic master Frank Young from Youzhou broke up with his rich girlfriend in a property lawsuit. The paparazzi took photos of Frank Young and a young lady in court. The following is a strange analysis by the relationship master.

Entertainment, the writer has no interest in it either.

The third article is science and technology news, to be precise, it is a technology bounty problem.

Youzhou Laboratory plans to build a high-precision laser device box with a dual-lamella micron spacing design.

When the writer saw the design structure diagram, he shook his head. Two cubic metal boxes of similar sizes were stacked together, and the two bottoms were required to be placed at a precise distance of only two microns.

Before the advent of high-precision measurement tools, this was essentially impossible.

There is no way to control this by hand, and the laboratory also offers high remuneration, about 200 standard unit gold, which is equivalent to about 20,000 general currency.

Looking at this ten times monthly salary, the writer was a little excited.

However, writers are not geniuses, and even if they rub their hands a micron distance, they cannot do it.

The third article is an international news briefing. In the civil war of the Shang Empire, Ziding soldiers came to Chaoge, and the six tribes fought in a melee with Chaoge as the center.

The Zhou people began to move eastward, crossed the Dongshan Mountains, and invaded the western part of the Shang Empire.

The fourth article is the industrial column. Yesterday, Youzhou Iron and Steel Plant completed the casting of the first batch of special steel building materials...

The fifth article is the task column. Al Qaeda recently released twelve task forces to go to indigenous civilizations to search and draw maps.

It strongly condemned the Shang Kingdom's persecution of blue-blooded people and also listed a list of victims.

"Ding Ling?" Location, Qiucheng, Shang State.

Is this a coincidence?