Fall in love with the ex Bai Yueguang

In the office the next morning, Xie Li still felt uncomfortable in his right hand.The forearm was sore, and the back of the hand still had the tactile sensation from Tan Ke's strong grip last night, and the indescribable numbness of the tiger's mouth.

Xie Li tapped the keyboard weakly, cursing angrily in a low voice: "Old bastard, I killed you so badly."

The old bastard didn't talk about it, he came as soon as he thought it, and sent a message to Xie Li, asking him if he liked yesterday's house.

Assistant Xiao stood by Tan Ke's desk, waiting for Tan Ke to reply.

When Tan Ke's cell phone rang on the table, he subconsciously glanced at it, only to see three words on the screen -- don't like it.

Tan Ke picked up the phone and returned the message, then turned his attention back to the document in front of him, and informed Assistant Xiao by the way: "The house in Biyunju is not for sale."

Assistant Xiao wondered if the two were arguing again, so he responded with a low eyebrow and silently pushed the door open.

After get off work at night, it was obvious that Tan Ke met in the basement.

Fang Xian had already driven halfway, and seeing Tan Ke coming out of the elevator passage from the rearview mirror, he insisted on backing the car back into the parking space, and ran over to stop Tan Ke's hand from opening the door with two steps, with a playful smile: "Let's go, go have a drink, you drive."

Tan Ke did not refuse: "The old place?"

Fang Xian was dishonest when he got into the car, fumbled here and there: "No, I said, do you have some masculine underwear complex? You haven't changed this car for several years, and you don't know how to drive a Bentley. Are you Don’t you have any special feelings for this car? Unforgettable first love? No, your first love is not here.”

Tan Ke concentrated on driving without giving him eyes.

Fang Xian can perform the effect of double-mouth comic dialogue alone, and he is not lonely at all.

After a while, he took out a piece of paper out of nowhere, held it up in front of his eyes, and read out word by word: "In the plasma of single-ion equipartition, the plasma is confined by a ring-shaped magnetic field. Adding an electric field in a direction parallel to the magnetic field accelerates the particles. The average speed of hesitant colliding particles in a given electric field is limited, and the frequency of Coulomb collisions is inversely proportional to the third power of the relative velocity..."

He couldn't read any more, so he raised the paper in his hand and asked Tan Ke, "Hey, is this the children's homework?"

It was probably something that Xie Li casually left on the car.

Tan Ke doesn't speak.

The word "kid" sounded a bit harsh.

It took him a long time before he opened his mouth, uttering four words with care like gold, "He has a name."

Fang Xian didn't realize it at first, but after thinking about it for a while, he came to his senses—Tan Ke is this, do you think the word "little friend" is harsh?

It was the same bar as last time, there were not many people today.Instead of sitting at the bar, they found a secluded place to sit down.

The bartender delivered the wine, clothed the dinner plate with lemon sea salt, left the ice bucket, and bowed away with the tray in between.

Fang Xian rolled salt into the rim of the cup, while chatting casually: "By the way, why didn't you buy the Biyunju house? I was thinking that if it was good, I would buy one too, and let's be neighbors."

Tan Ke reached out to take the wine bottle, and deftly opened the mouth of the bottle with a push and a pull of his thumb. He took Fang Xian's glass and poured it half an inch down for him. The light brown wine shook slowly, and the ice cubes fell into it with a snap.

Tan Ke answered him concisely: "Not suitable."

Fang Xian shook the ice cubes in the glass, and really analyzed: "Actually, it's not bad. The overall value preservation potential of that piece of land is good, and it's suitable for investment and self-occupation."

Tan Ke drank the wine in his hand, squeezed his forehead and felt very irritable, and simply explained: "It's not suitable for Xie Li to live there."

The sales manager's words and expressions showed contempt for Xie Li, which made Tan Ke extremely uncomfortable.

Only now did he realize later, what kind of position he had pushed Xie Li inadvertently.

He added too many things to Xie Li, and bystanders would never admit that these things came from love.

If Xie Li really lived in Biyunju and lived with a rich man who was much older than him, he didn't even dare to think about how the outside world would judge Xie Li.

The heart that was just about to move was like a piece of hot iron that was splashed with cold water, and it went out after a while.

Fang Xian just came back to it this time, took a sip along the side of the cup, put it down and said: "That's right, it's not appropriate." He was a little serious, and persuaded his old friend, "You are too anxious, this is too late. No matter where you are, take your time."

There is no reason why you have to deliver everything to people right away.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he remembered the way he swore in his arms around Shen Zhichuan that day, wishing to dig out his heart, liver and lungs, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled wryly.

Anyway, I fell in love, so I plunged into it, and I can't control the length of time.

The two old men were sitting opposite each other drinking wine, while Xie Li was also gloomy over there.

The results of the second simulation came out.

The number of stars finally fell within the estimated range.

But new problems arose.

Cheng Guang leaned back in his chair and watched Xie Li write down a line to solve the magnetic fluid equation on the blackboard in the office.

When writing the definition of Alfven's phase velocity, the whiteboard marker ran out of water.

A long string of light gray blurred characters reminded Xie Li of the energy dissipated in the simulation for no reason.

Xie Li anxiously threw the pen in his hand into the trash can by the door, then turned around the office, but there were no new whiteboard markers.

Cheng Guang stood up, and was about to say that he was going to borrow one from the next door, but Xie Li had already picked up the pencil on the table, and continued to write along the white wall next to the whiteboard without hesitation.

"The strong magnetic field cannot be ignored in this model." Xie Li wrote down the brackets of the last partial definition, and returned to the whiteboard. "If Alvin's speed is to be written in, then the step size will be further reduced to a very small size."

Cheng Guang thought for a while before he understood what he meant: "Too many dimensionless numbers?"

Xie Li held his pen and tapped twice on the whiteboard reluctantly: "Too many, but that's not a bad thing. The real bad thing is that our hardware can't support such high-intensity calculations."

In astronomical numerical simulation, the more physical processes, the more dimensionless number groups participating in the process, which often grow geometrically and are proportional to the precision of analysis.

When a large smoke ring gradually drifts into the air, the smoke ring disappears under the observation of human eyes, but if you take out the instrument, you will find that the big smoke ring has not disappeared, it just splits into countless small smoke rings, and finally dispersed in the air.

The resolution wasn't accurate enough, so the energy disappeared -- because they couldn't see the smoke in the air with their naked eyes.

But better hardware, Lanta does not have.

He wasn't all joking with Tan Ke that day—after he knew how rich Tan Ke was.For a moment, he moved his mind, sincerely hoping to solve the problem by talking about Ke's wealth.

But then he quickly denied his shameful thought.

What is this?

Cheng Guang obviously also realized that it was difficult for them to solve this problem by their own ability, so he hesitated to ask for foreign aid: "Why don't we call the teacher and talk about it?"

Xie Li doubted that Shen Zhichuan could do anything, but in any case, it was better than him and Cheng Guang circling around the wall full of formulas.

When Shen Zhichuan received the call, he was also writing an article on the computer.Fang Xian was not at home, and said he went to drink with Tan Ke, so he dealt with it casually at home, and went back to write articles.

Shen Zhichuan frowned, and repeated Cheng Guang's words: "What did you do? Combined algorithms? Particle grids and what?"

Cheng Guang hadn't realized what earth-shattering event his junior brother had unintentionally done, but felt guilty about Shen Zhichuan's surprised tone - when Shen Zhichuan spoke in such a tone in the past, he would call someone a fool the next second.

But Shen Zhichuan didn't scold anyone this time: "You two don't leave, I'll go over now."

He hung up the phone, changed his clothes and hurried out.

It was only when he got into the elevator that he remembered to send Fang Xian a text message, saying that he was going to school.

Cheng Guang hung up the phone with a disturbed expression: "The teacher said he is coming now."

Xie Li stared at the formulas all over the wall, thinking about where it could be simplified to adapt to the hardware, and gave a absent-minded hum.

When Shen Zhichuan hurriedly opened the door and came in, Xie Li had already moved to the other wall with a pencil, stepping on Tang Wanwan's chair to push the formula.

Cheng Guang saw Shen Zhichuan's face of despair, "Teacher, I persuaded you."

Shen Zhichuan's eyebrows twitched: "Xie Li, it's too dangerous for you to come down for me."

Xie Li didn't turn his head back: "Wait a minute, let me finish embedding this multi-body algorithm."

Cheng Guang looked at Shen Zhichuan's face with a guilty conscience, deeply afraid that the boss would run away in a second.

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhichuan raised his chin towards him: "Go and support your junior brother with the stool."

Cheng Guang said on the phone that Xie Li combined the particle grid algorithm and the tree algorithm, Shen Zhichuan couldn't believe it.

Combining particle grid algorithm and treePM tree algorithm is a new numerical simulation theory proposed by Princeton last year.

But there has not yet made a complete algorithm combination, and there are structural conflicts between the two algorithms that are difficult to eliminate.Shen Zhichuan had read the paper and thought it was right.

When Cheng Guang called and said this, he almost thought that the two children were really taking the dog's head gold as gold.

But Shen Zhichuan stared at the wall in front of him, but couldn't help but jump up in shock.

Xie Li embeds a particle swarm fuzzy clustering, and using this constraint, it seems that it can really solve the structural conflicts that plague the opposite side of the ocean.

And he, as Xie Li's mentor, didn't see any problem at all.

"Cheng Guang," Shen Zhichuan said suddenly, "bring me a pencil."

Cheng Guang, who was helping his younger brother with the chair, thought he heard it wrong: "Huh?"

Shen Zhichuan didn't bother to say any more, he groped around in the office, found a ballpoint pen, followed Xie Li's train of thought, and started drawing on the wall.

Cheng Guang was dumbfounded, and felt extremely desperate for the excellent office selection at the end of the year.

In addition to despair, there is also a trace of loneliness.

Since Xie Li took over the project, his role has been gradually marginalized.Xie Li wrote the algorithm and structure, and he was mainly responsible for implementing the code under the guidance of Xie Li.How shocking is the algorithm written by Xie Li, so much so that the instructor came to follow the deduction late at night, and he has only vaguely understood it until now.

This is probably the gap between ordinary people and geniuses.

Cheng Guang felt disappointed, but also excited.

Maybe many years later, he can point to the person on the TV and say, before watching this award winner, he was my younger brother.

The author has something to say:--

Part of the physical algorithm is all overhead, it is all out of the author's personal yy, don't go into it

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Fang Xian: To like is to be presumptuous, and to love is to be restrained.

Tan Ke: Can you watch Chicken Soup for the Soul less?