New Gods of North America.

Chapter 282 Accident
Wait until the owl flutters over from the grass under the tree, carrying a few sticks of dry grass.
Wayne then confirmed that this was indeed the stupid bird that Doug raised.

I took down the rolled-up note next to the large chicken feet. It turned out to be Doug reporting his safety.
By the way, Doug said that he brought back a total of eight new "outer members" and asked Wayne whether he should bring those outer members to the academy for Wayne to interview.

The detective agency doesn't need to worry about the issue of salary payment at the moment.
So Wayne simply replied that he would let Inissa and Lina interview first, and if they thought they were suitable, they could stay, and he would go back to take a look during the weekend.

After finishing these, I started to check my homework and finish all the homework that was due.

So as to avoid overturning in such a small place.

The next day begins a new cycle.
After fooling around with the theology professor's scripture study class, the next step was Professor Aber Maisel's mathematics class.

I walked into the classroom and put my homework in the pile in the designated area on the podium.
Wayne found a seat and started to consider with his classmates whether he should continue to struggle in the next two classes or just lie down.

The process of the professors' classes is similar. Since the students attend classes according to their own schedules, the so-called "classes" are a mix of beginners, repeaters, students from different branches and different majors.
The first step of class is usually for professors to call the roll with the corresponding list.

According to Professor Aber Maisel's style, this should be the only "interaction" between him and his classmates in class. After that, he just followed the lesson plan and continued to teach them without paying attention.

As a result, Wayne didn't expect that he would be struck by lightning at the opening.

The serious and rigid Professor Maisel walked into the classroom and threw the textbooks and lesson plans onto the podium.
Then he placed his hands on the table and asked the students:

"Which one is Mr. Wayne Constantine?"

hiss……

Wayne suddenly remembered the "spoiler" that Professor Cook had given him in advance during the Principles of Science class.
It is said that Professor Maisel cursed his own name many times when he was marking the last homework...

I'm wrong.

I will never ask Seth Grayson to do my homework for me again.

At least he would be asked to practice a few more times so that his handwriting could be imitated more similarly...

Wayne raised his hand nervously, thinking about how to argue later.

Professor Maisel's question was indeed related to the homework. "Mr. Wayne, did you complete the homework you submitted last time independently?"

amount……

Should I say "yes" or "no"?

Wayne chose to escape from reality, "Excuse me...is there a problem?"

Professor Maisel looked like the kind of serious professor who followed the rules and would not give in:

"I have already explained the definition of derivative in the last class. Mr. Wayne, I would like to confirm how you make the judgment on the mathematical proposition that 'continuous functions must be differentiable'?"

This is simple.
Wayne followed the textbook definition he had read in his previous life and shook his head without thinking, "That's wrong."

This is just like "the line segment between two points is the shortest", which is taught as an unquestionable axiom in textbooks.

Calculus sequence is an entry-level general mathematics course in higher education, so the class is held in a so-called "large classroom" and the number of classmates is larger and more diverse than in more "professional" courses.

The content of everyone's homework was the same. When the students heard Wayne's answer, a burst of low laughter suddenly broke out in the classroom.

There was a classmate next to Wayne who was gloating with his companion, "This guy is finished, he probably didn't listen to the previous classes at all. 'Continuous functions must be differentiable' is a conclusion recognized by the mathematical community." Huh?
Wayne was a little confused.

Professor Maisel slammed his hand hard on the podium twice, and looked around the classroom with dignity, suppressing the students' laughter:
"Holy Spirit, I never thought that such a basic concept, a conclusion that countless mathematicians have never questioned for so many years, would be overturned by a student who has just learned calculus for less than three weeks."

"Hahahaha-"

This time, the students' laughter could no longer be suppressed.
Especially for a serious person like Professor Maisel, his sudden serious sarcasm has a more comedic effect than those more friendly professors telling jokes.

However, neither Professor Maisel nor Wayne laughed. The students saw that the professor's expression was still serious, and the laughter gradually stopped.

Professor Maisel looked around at everyone and shook his head at the podium:
"Students, I am not kidding. You may be the witnesses of this scene in the history of mathematics.

"Mr. Wayne Constantine, a student who had just studied calculus for less than three weeks, listed two counterexamples in his homework. After confirmation by me and several professors, he has successfully proved that this is a major misunderstanding in the mathematics community for many years.

“This result may not be enough to publish a paper, but it is a concise but powerful refutation. For this reason alone, the name of the discoverer is enough to be recorded in the history of mathematics, becoming another scholar who rewrote the textbooks.

"I have sent this matter to the Federal Society via letter. Once the identity of the first discoverer is confirmed, the relevant content will be published in an academic journal soon. Perhaps we should cheer for him."

"Really? This is too..."

"Wow--"

"Oh my god...Isn't this going to get an 'excellent' grade right?"

The sudden roar in the classroom was more of a mixed resonance of surprise and confusion than cheering.

Wayne seemed to be pierced by all kinds of looks from his classmates.
Then there were bursts of applause, which gradually turned into a concerto of a large amount of envy mixed with a small amount of admiration.

Compared with the various lively expressions of my classmates,
Professor Maisel still looked serious and old-fashioned at this time.

He had already started flipping through the assignments that everyone had handed in, and found the one that Wayne had handed in, and started to look at it.

Then he raised his head again:

"It's a different proof method from the one in the textbook. It's more concise and logical. Hmm... Mr. Wayne, I'm now willing to believe that you do have such a talent, and I look forward to seeing more of your performance in mathematics."

Ah this...

Will my assignments be exempt from inspection from now on? Or will they face more serious scrutiny from professors?

I'm a person who can't even do mental arithmetic for addition and subtraction. If this kind of thing were to get back to Blackrock Town, it wouldn't damage my image too much, right?
Wayne nodded woodenly.
Professor Maisel still looked calm, but the students sitting nearby seemed to be somewhat wary. If the class wasn't still going on, a large group of people would probably have surrounded him at this moment.

After praising Wayne,

Professor Maisel didn't even take the roll this time and quickly returned to teaching the lesson.

Wayne, in a state of half joy and half confusion, suddenly recalled the missing part of the world map of this world.

I couldn't help but want to slap my thigh.

If he had known that he could copy mathematics, he should have read more about the history of mathematics of a certain red regime. The mathematicians there were once the world leaders in terms of theory and depth in engineering practice and application.
Even if you copy, you don’t have to worry about “collision”.

(End of this chapter)