The days of learning black magic in another world

"hey-hey!"

There were a few shouts behind him, but Riemann didn't pay attention at first. He had no acquaintances in Wangdu. No matter who the other party was calling, it was impossible to call him.

"Li... Riemann right? Hey! It's me! We met last time!"

After hearing his name, Riemann was stunned for a moment before turning his head in confusion.

Riemann did know the person who called his name, walked quickly through the crowd, and ran towards him with a smile on his face, but he didn't really want to know him—it was the drunk who asked for directions.

"Hi! Do you remember me?" The other party raised a huge, bright smile.

Riemann nodded reluctantly: "Of course."

The other party smiled brighter when he heard this: "Hello, my name is Heller Velen, I caused you trouble last time..." He scratched his head embarrassingly as he spoke.

Riemann shook his head: "It's okay, how do you know my name?"

Heller: "Oh! Springs freshmen at your age usually only have one every two or three years, so it's easy to find out. You are really good. I fell asleep at home for a whole day after the last exam, and you actually Then hand in the papers soon!"

Riemann couldn't help complaining from the bottom of his heart, it's nothing to do with the exam if you fell asleep for a day, anyone who is so drunk will have to sleep for a day.

"Are you also here to report?" Riemann asked with a forced look of curiosity.

As soon as Heller heard this question, his face, which was as bright as the sun, instantly collapsed: "Oh...that's right."

He glanced at Riemann resentfully, and sighed: "Hey, four years, and I will be with mathematics for four full years. Is this how people live..."

Riemann tilted his head: "But you can be admitted to Springs College when you are drunk. You should be very talented in mathematics."

Haile: "Ah... ah... how can there be any talent, just the talent of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. You have just come to Wangcheng, and you may not have heard my jokes. Instead of others telling you, why don't I tell you in person."

"My father is the famous Iron-Blooded General Maledez Melville Velen, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. The person he admired most in his life was Mr. Achill Monroe, so he devoted himself to teaching a son who is a mathematician. I am that unlucky son."

"This is not talent... It's just the instinct of human beings not to want to be beaten."

Riemann patted him on the shoulder politely, expressing sympathy: "In fact, mathematics is quite interesting, you can try to reconcile with it."

Heller glanced resentfully: "I belong to two worlds with people like you who find mathematics interesting..."

He sighed, and then looked sad again: "Hey, I wanted to say that people like you who find mathematics interesting and normal people are already two different species, but hell, this is Springs, everyone is right I love mathematics like crazy, I guess I'm the freak...Damn it, how am I going to live these four years..."

The drunk Heller, who was not drunk today, sighed all the way. The only reason why Riemann didn't get rid of him and chatted with him was that he needed a guide, and this unlucky guy whose life goal was forcibly set by his father Obviously, he is very familiar with Springs. He clearly looked at the sky and the earth with his eyes, but he was not looking at the road, but his footsteps were well-planned, and he brought Riemann to the reporting office in a short while.

"Riemann."

"Helle Velen."

The staff in charge of registration adjusted the glasses on their noses, looked at them one by one to confirm their identities (although Riemann was very confused as to what kind of identity confirmation this was, anyone who came here could pretend to be him), and then wrote in a thick book Write down their names in the register.

"Okay, Mr. Riemann, Mr. Villen, congratulations on entering Springs."

It's a pity that these two people are not destined to have any normal ecstatic reactions.

Riemann smiled politely, and Velen almost wrote "I am in pain" on his face.

"Hey, let's go, we still have to go to the freshman party..."

Villen was frowning, while leading Riemann resignedly.

"Freshman party?" Riemann recalled the content of the letter sent by Springs, and confirmed that he had not seen any words related to the freshman party.

"It's not an official arrangement, it's just a... convention." Heller Velen struggled with the wording, "Every freshman of Springs College will have a small gathering after the report, you know, re- Get to know each other, greet each other, we will be classmates who help each other in the future... and usually pick a leader."

Riemann looked confused: "Leader? What do you do?"

He is really confused. According to the information he has obtained so far, Springs College is obviously a pure mathematics college. Generally speaking, isn't this kind of place a typical place where everyone does their own thing?

"Uh..." Heller stuck for a while, "Probably... well, how should I put it, to be honest, I don't know what the leader is useful for, but one will be selected every year, Springs College Here, the competition between classes is quite fierce. If the performance of your class beats other classes, then this leader, or the invisible leader, will have...a relatively high reputation? Not only in Wangcheng, in Wulang, it is also a good resume when you go to Sydney for a study tour, and you can introduce to others that you are the chief student of a certain class, uh..."

Riemann: "..." He felt that the drunk probably didn't have to worry that he was the only one in this school who didn't really love mathematics.

The more Heller explained, the more he felt that something was wrong. Obviously, this was a matter of convention, but if I really wanted to explain it to this little genius, I always felt that something was wrong.

Fortunately, the other party's face was indifferent, and there was no expression, so Heller couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Ah! It's here!"

Heller's embarrassment was relieved in time by the tall buildings that appeared in front of their eyes.

Riemann didn't intend to be labeled as a misfit when he first arrived, isn't it just a class meeting?In fact, in his previous life, as a marginal figure in the class, he had sufficient experience and knowledge on how to paddle water and play with mobile phones in the class meeting.

Riemann followed Heller up the stairs, and pushed open a dark golden door, and there were already eight people sitting in it.

Riemann only glanced briefly—it seemed that they had already selected the so-called leader, and one of the eight people was clearly in a dominant position.

The sound of "squeak" pushing the door attracted the attention of everyone inside.

Riemann was keenly aware that the gazes cast on them were very unfriendly.

At first, he thought it was because of his identity. The famous Mr. Archer Monroe ignored the "geniuses" in the capital, and went to a remote village thousands of miles away to recruit a student. One of these geniuses in the royal capital would definitely want to see "who the hell is this student".

But he soon realized that the unfriendliness was not aimed at him, but at the drunk next to him.

Their expressions were exactly the same, they narrowed their eyes the moment the drunk opened the door, and their eyes flew towards him like knives.

Riemann re-examined the person beside him with some curiosity.

His first impression of drunks is not good. Anyone who meets someone who smells of alcohol and talks a lot of nonsense on the way will not make a good first impression. There are also some distresses that are unique to the rich and leisure class. They are more easy-going and easy to get along with. How did a prickly person attract so many people's genuine disgust?

To say that I am disgusted would be an understatement, the gazes cast by the people inside the door are very clear and strong, it is by no means the feeling of hating this person because he is too lazy and dissolute.

Riemann touched his chin curiously. Could it be that the drunk molested this group of people after getting drunk?Otherwise, I can't explain their eyes that want to beat him to death...

"Helle Velen."

The young man who was the leader of the eight spoke out the name of the drunk in a fluttering and cold manner.

Heller Velen stood at the door with a bewildered face, looking a bit like a frightened little white rabbit.

The young man just spit out his name coldly, then stopped talking, squinted his eyes, and turned to look at Riemann beside Heller.

Riemann is two heads shorter than Heller and most of the people present, and the outline of his face is clearly that of a teenager, so his identity is easy to identify.

The leading youth came towards him.

"Riemann."

Riemann nodded: "It's me."

The other party held out a hand: "Peg Chester. My name."

Riemann raised his eyebrows, reached out and shook his hand: "Hello."

"A piece of advice, don't associate with Heller Velen, he will kill your mind."

Riemann raised his eyebrows.

What does it mean?Can this drunk lower the IQ of those around him?Bring other people's IQ to be as stupid as him?

Riemann made a mean joke in his heart, and found a place to sit down.Heller Velen looked at him dejectedly. There are only ten chairs here, and everyone else has already sat down. The only empty seat is the seat next to Riemann, but he has just been warned by Chester to stay away from Riemann...

After Riemann sat down, he realized that the familiar drunk man was drooping, standing there looking at him pitifully.

Riemann: "?"

He glanced at the chair next to him in bewilderment—this thing shouldn't be invisible, right?

His gaze towards the chair beside him gave Heller Velen great courage. In Heller Velen's view, this was the evidence that Riemann allowed him to sit there. Light of Joy, gleefully rushed to the chair and sat down, steadfastly ignoring the glares of Chester and the others.

Only a confused Riemann was left.

"Everyone is here." Chester withdrew his disgusted gaze at Heller Velen, sat back on his chair, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

"Everyone should have read the latest issue of Mathematics."

Riemann didn't look at it, but Riemann didn't intend to raise his hand to explain.

"Mr. Perrol introduced a method of squaring large numbers in this issue of Mathematics."

"What do you think?"

The young man sitting on his left spoke eagerly: "It's so witty and ingenious. It really deserves to be Mr. Perrol. I've studied it for several hours. I really want to know how Mr. Perrol came up with this idea!"

"Any other ideas?"

The young man on his right knocked on the armchair and said thoughtfully: "This is an area worth exploring. Mr. Perol only wrote in his thesis how to use this method to open 99 to [-] , but I think this method should be able to be extended to larger numbers, and now it depends on who completes this part of the calculation and submits the paper faster."

"Yes, the number of papers published in "Mathematics" has hit a new low after one year after the last batch of students entered the Springs Institute. They will definitely take this opportunity to seize this field, and we can't be left behind."

"Since we are fortunate to be classmates in the same class, we will be in a relationship that will be prosperous and lose in the future. The reason why the students in the previous class are so bad is also because they don't know how to cooperate and only care about competing with each other. We should learn from this lesson. "

"Cultivating the habit of cooperation should start from this time. After getting this issue of "Mathematics and Physics", I spent all my time studying this paper, and I roughly have an idea."

"On the one hand, as Fries said, we can expand the square root method to larger numbers. On the other hand, this method may also be used on the cubic root, or even the fourth power. These are worth experimenting. , and there is a high probability of being able to come up with the direction of the corresponding thesis results."

"Fries, you are in charge of what you just thought."

"Okay." The young man named Ferris smiled indifferently.

"Judy, Dude, the two of you are in charge of assisting Fries with calculations."

Peg Chester ordered the two people sitting at the end to be assistants to the young man named Frith, and the two nodded in unison.

"Riemann, you are a student handpicked by Mr. Monroe. I believe in your ability, but after all, you have just arrived in Wangcheng and lack of training. I want to arrange a moderately difficult subject for you. You are responsible for Mr. Perol's Can the method be extended to the fourth power?"

Riemann nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Peg Chester: "You can also choose two assistants, they will assist you in calculation."

Riemann: ...What kind of assistant do you need?

He took a look around and clicked on Heller, the drunk: "Just him."

Drunk looks the best at fooling around, and has a weird genius filter about himself, and he's so self-aware of himself, he's definitely not going to interfere with his calculations, that's all.

Peg Chester was obviously very dissatisfied with his choice, and frowned heavily: "Are you sure?"

Riemann smiled: "Yes."

"I'm afraid that not only will he not be able to bring you any convenience, but he will actually hold you back, disrupt your brain, and make your sane mind uneasy."

Riemann: ...

Riemann smiled, this time, his smile was a bit rebellious: "Trust me, I don't need any assistance."

Peg Chester narrowed his eyes and looked at this arrogant young genius: "Then I hope you will submit your manuscript in two days before the deadline for "Mathematics and Physics", I look forward to your masterpiece .”

After that, Peg Chester's attitude towards Riemann was obviously indifferent.

These eight people talked about some other things later, and Riemann and Heller were distracted in it.

"Then everyone, this is the end of today, the meeting is adjourned."

"I'm waiting for good news from everyone in two days."

When he said this, Peg Chester gave Riemann a meaningful look.

Heller, who was sitting on pins and needles, heard the good news of the end of the meeting, and bounced up, pulling Riemann out.

"Phew—oh my god, it's finally over. If I had known that the freshman assembly would be so turbulent, I wouldn't have come..."

Heller took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow.

Riemann: "Did you have a festival with them?"

Heller's face turned bitter in an instant: "No, of course not! They are all well-known math geniuses in Wangcheng, how dare I have any trouble with them! Do you think I am not diligent enough to be beaten?"

Riemann: "But I see their attitude towards you..."

Heller: "Oh! Oh... Maybe it's because of the stupid things I did before... I didn't know they would remember it until now, I forgot it myself..."

Riemann looked him up and down curiously: "So what did you do?"

Did he really harass good women and men when he was drunk?He didn't ask, but his curiosity seemed to have been hooked.

Heller explained dejectedly: "It was a long time ago..."

"It is the "Mathematics" that everyone is discussing today. You should have read it. This is the second change that Mr. Achille Monroe made after returning from his study tour in Sidney. Lins College."

"Each of the papers in Mathematics is so vibrant and meaningful. Of course, it is very difficult for me to read each paper...but every Springs College All students are proud of being able to publish their papers on Mathematics. Of course, it is not limited to Springs students. Basically, everyone who pursues mathematics wants to publish papers on it. There used to be The bead of the entrance examination was appreciated by Mr. Monroe because of the paper published in "Mathematics", and it was exceptionally included in Springs College."

"In short, being able to publish a paper in Mathematics is a very powerful thing, and it can prove your mathematical talent very much."

"And then?" Riemann secretly urged him to get to the text.

"Then there is my father. When I was 15 years old, he asked me to write a paper and submit it to Mathematics and Physics."

"Did you write it?"

"Of course I wrote it, what can I do? If I don't write it, I will be beaten again. I made up an article and published it. Anyway, "Mathematics and Physics" is notoriously sad, especially if it is not from Springs College. students, the review actually does not take a close look, after all, every year, many people who fantasize about soaring into the sky submit articles to them... The matter should have ended like this, I just submitted an article, and then told my father , I tried my best, but their standards are too high, so I can't meet them."

"The problem lies in the audit."

"At that time, Peg Chester, as a well-known mathematics genius in Wangcheng, was helping his uncle Roman Chester with the preliminary review. His job was to screen the submissions from outside the academy and hand over the slightly worthwhile ones to His uncle, throw away the pure nonsense."

"Then he saw my article, my God, if I had known that he was doing the review, I would definitely, absolutely, never submit it. I would rather be beaten twice by my father, no! Three times also!"

"Peg Chester is old-fashioned, serious, and proud. After reading my nonsense, he was shaking with anger, and the next day he published a newspaper scolding me and my article...then After he finished scolding, other people continued to scold... Well, anyway, I had a very hard year..."

Riemann felt that something was wrong: "Did you have a festival with him before? Or did you know each other before, and he had... unrealistic expectations of you?"

Otherwise, the explanation doesn’t make sense, and there must be more than one poorly written paper by a drunk. Could it be that Peg Chester mistakenly thought that the other party was also a genius, and then saw a bunch of nonsense and was disillusioned?

"Neither of them, we didn't know each other before... The Villen family and the Chester family have basically no relationship."

"Then why did he criticize you in the newspaper? He has to review so many submissions. It's impossible for no one to write worse than you."

Heller: "Oh... Dear Riemann, I didn't tell you the whole truth just now..."

Heller's head drooped even lower: "My contribution, it's not just a question of nonsense, it's also offensive."

"Who offended?"

"Ugh, offend God."

Riemann: "? What did you write? Use mathematics to calculate God's will?"

"No, of course not, what's so offensive about that, isn't that the ultimate goal of everyone who's committed to learning mathematics?"

Riemann: "?"

Riemann's mind was stuck for a while before he realized, and yes... In the 67th and [-]th centuries of the earth, mathematicians also believed that they could use mathematics to interpret the Bible, and took this thing as their life goal. In a world with extraordinary power, God It is also real, and it is not surprising that the belief is stronger.

"So, what did you write...?"

Heller raised his head, sighed sadly, and then spit out the unspeakable past: "At the beginning... I was obsessed with an experiment."

"I found that air can not only be compressed, but also that the mass of the compressed air has a certain mathematical relationship with the degree of compression of the air. I think... this is somewhat related to mathematics, so I wrote this as a thesis. Submitted to Mathematics..."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery

A question mark slowly appeared on Riemann's head-where is this worthy of scolding?

He stopped hesitantly, and asked hesitantly, "Did you find that if you compress the air with an object three times its weight, the volume of the air will become one-third of its original volume, similar to this conclusion?"

Heller's eyes lit up: "Yes! Yes! Oh no...My God, Riemann, please forget what I just said immediately, Chester is right, I will pollute your brain!"

Riemann looked at the terrified Heller, feeling a little shocked in his heart.

This guy, who was half-drunk and half-drunk the first time he met, discovered Boyle's Law by himself when he met the second time like a self-indulgent idiot?

This is the legendary... Great Wisdom Ruoyu?

He exhausted all his respect for scientists, and patted the other person's shoulder reassuringly: "Don't be afraid, I think your discovery is very good."

Heller was even more frightened: "How can this be good?! This is an offense to God!"

"This is doubting God. Instead of accepting the laws of God's creation directly and obediently, I actually tried to verify God's laws out of my own curiosity. This is... the ultimate offense."