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Chapter 143: Terence Tao’s Dream

"Nano blades? Plasma grid? Electromagnetic pulse? Or what?"

Jiang Huai really doesn’t know.

So, before we figure out the US’s cards.

Jiang Huai would not risk his life by breaking into the Academy of Sciences to bite these scientists.

Jiang Huai can only remotely control the dreams of these American scientists through his god-level talent.

As long as I am steady enough and don't put myself in danger, what can you, the United States, do to me?
Jiang Huai concentrated his consciousness, closed his eyes slightly, and activated his god-level talent that could control dreams.

In the darkness, a magnetic field quietly penetrated into every corner of the Academy of Sciences, like an invisible net, locking up all the scientists.

……

Dream world.

When Terence Tao opened his eyes, what he saw was an endless sea of ​​tulips.

The layers of flowers were slightly covered with dew in the morning light, and the fresh floral fragrance wafted into his nose.

In an instant, Tao Zhexuan concluded that he had fallen asleep.

Because, the last moment, he was still lying in the bedroom of the Academy of Sciences.

Now, I am in this strange place.

Tao Zhexuan frowned. The reality of the dream was far beyond his expectations.

The warm breeze in the air, the warmth of the sun shining through the petals on my skin, even the soft soil under my feet, the scent of the tulips...

Each indicator is so real that it is impossible to tell.

"Is this a dream controlled by a supernatural power? It is indeed extraordinary."

Tao Zhexuan lowered his head and thought for a moment, then smiled.

If all this happened to an ordinary person who was unprepared, he would probably believe that he had traveled through time and space and arrived in a strange and alien world.

In the dream world, Terence Tao put scientific research behind his mind. The first thing he had to solve was the problem of survival.

Search for food and fresh water.

Because he was not sure what would happen if he died in the dream world?
The dream is interrupted or the reality dies?

The sea of ​​flowers sways gently in the breeze, colorful and picturesque.

The tulips are dazzling in the sun, and the gentle breeze seems to carry some invisible power.

Terence Tao keenly noticed that this gust of wind did not seem simple.

“The wind is like a guide, as if it is leading me in a certain direction.”

Tao Zhexuan smiled coldly, and had a plan in mind:

"Then I'll do the opposite."

Terence Tao changed direction and walked against the wind, not being led by the intentions of the dream controller.

Terence Tao walked against the wind in the endless sea of ​​flowers.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here, as if it has been stretched out.

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.

Finally, at the edge of a brilliant sea of ​​flowers, Tao Zhexuan vaguely heard the sound of gurgling water.

Following the direction of the sound, Tao finally saw a stream with clear water flowing gently, sparkling in the sun.

Terence Tao squatted down and observed the stream carefully.

"If there are fish in the stream, the water should be clean."

Terence Tao pondered to himself.

The fish can hunt, and this stream solves the problem of food and water for him.

But this kind of wild stream water cannot be drunk directly and needs to be filtered.

Tao found some sturdy reeds by the stream. The fiber structure of this plant can be used to absorb suspended particles and impurities in the water.

So he peeled off the soft core of the reed, broke it into small pieces, and made a simple filtering device using local materials.

The stream water slowly flows into the device, filtered through the reed fibers bit by bit, and clear water drops slowly drip out from the other end, undergoing a purification process.

Tao carefully took out the filtered water and took a sip. The water was cool and sweet. But Tao was still alert:
"Although we have solved the problem of food and water, we cannot take it lightly."

Terence Tao began to build his own shelter.

He looked around for materials to build a shelter.

He found several low bushes on both sides of the stream, with broad and dense leaves, and some dead branches and vines beside them.

Using vines and branches to weave, Tao quickly built a simple shelter to protect himself from the wind at night.

It's been a busy day.

When the shelter was completed, the setting sun was slowly sinking, casting a warm yellow glow, adding a touch of tranquil beauty to the sea of ​​flowers and the stream.

Tao used a bow drill to make fire and sat in front of a campfire in front of the shelter, roasting fish he caught in the creek.

Enjoying a moment of warmth.

It is by this stream that Terence Tao has completely taken root.

His lifestyle is simple and regular:
In the early morning, I would walk along the stream, catch some small fish, and pick some wild fruits to fill my stomach.

The filtered stream water became his source of drinking water.

This peaceful life gradually calmed down Terence Tao's heart.

Although he was in a dream, he did not relax his vigilance, nor did he forget to motivate himself and devote himself to academic research.

In this dreamlike pastoral life, Terence Tao devoted all his energy to mathematical problems.

Everything around him had long been ignored, as if only he and the endless equations, conjectures, and logic were left.

In the endless river of academia, Terence Tao silently goes upstream.

One unsolved mathematical problem after another emerged in his mind.

“Are all three-dimensional unbounded, simply connected manifolds homeomorphic to the three-dimensional sphere?”

Tao conceived the idea in his mind and tried to use the principles of topology to derive a path to proof.

After thinking about it day and night, through logical reasoning and repeated calculations, I finally solved the mystery.

As time went by, Tao became completely immersed in the world of mathematics.

He turned to another long-standing question:

"Twin Primes Are there infinitely many pairs of prime numbers?"

He tried to build models and approached the problem from various angles to break down complex number theory.

A month later, he proved the Percolator conjecture.

Three months later, he calculated the exact solution to the two-dimensional Ising model.

Seven months later, he solved the uniqueness of Gaussian integers.

Every time a difficult problem was solved, he did not cheer with joy, but just let out a long sigh of relief, feeling unprecedented satisfaction.

A year passed in a flash.

The time of this year passed quietly in this dream.

In this dreamlike paradise, Terence Tao spent a whole year studying mathematics.

During this year, Terence Tao solved 15 difficult problems in mathematics.

He seemed to have forgotten the time and the fact that he was in a dream.

His world is completely occupied by mathematical symbols, theorems and formulas.

The stream flows gently, and the tulip fields around it emit a faint fragrance.

Terence Tao talked to himself, his voice echoing in the quiet space:

“Can a fourth-order elliptic nonlinear partial differential equation system be proven to be geodesically stable?”

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was in an endless equation space, surrounded by geometric figures.

The knowledge of differential geometry, analysis, and topology flashed in his mind.

Partial differential equations danced in his mind like musical notes.

(End of this chapter)