Mo Yang became famous overnight.
After lunch, Mo Yang received a message.
"Come to my office."
Without lingering in the lab, they went straight to the spot Xiao Zhang had mentioned earlier.
As I approached the door, I could vaguely hear some sounds coming from inside.
"If you ask me, don't play your cards too hard. It's hard to say whether they're your trump cards or not. If you accidentally reveal a weak card later, you'll be the one who gets criticized."
Mo Yang stood in front of the door and knocked. There was no answer from inside, but the talking stopped.
"Come in."
Upon hearing Huang Zhongqian's voice, Mo Yang pushed open the door and went inside.
The person standing inside seemed to have something left to say. He glanced at Mo Yang, pursed his lips, and walked away with his hands behind his back.
Huang Zhongqian sat up from the recliner next to him. "Sit down. You came quickly. Well, there's a project seminar this afternoon about the project you have. You can attend if you're interested."
Are there many people coming?
"Several senior professors who previously led the research and development of this project, as well as a few auditing students, and your intern, if they want to go, can also be invited."
"Okay, I'll let him know what time it starts."
"At 2 o'clock, in the conference room on the basement level."
Huang Zhongqian glanced at the time on his hand.
"We can prepare to go now."
After lunch, Fan Siwen was running data alone in the lab.
Mo Yang simply gave him a process and some basic explanations, then left him there alone.
"I don't know where Dao'er has gone."
Fan Siwen grumbled inwardly, feeling bored. This wasn't an internship; it was clearly a coding job.
And the wages are so low.
He worked with a pout, looking unhappy, and then boredly complained to his friends on his phone.
"On my first day at work, I was running code. On my second day, I was running code. I already knew what I was supposed to do on my third day."
"At least it's a government-level research institution in the city center. If you were exiled to a remote mountaintop like me, you'd behave yourself."
"That's incomparable, bro. Hearing you say that makes me feel better."
"Your friend has gone offline. Please send a message in a bottle to contact them."
Just as I was about to put my phone down, another message popped up.
"There's a project seminar coming up later, would you like to attend?"
It turned out to be sent by Song Yize.
Fan Siwen replied quickly.
"Guo'er, I'll go."
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"It's not an insult, it's a statement of fact."
"Okay, caught playing on your phone and slacking off, internship rating -1."
"No, Director, I'm backing down."
"The meeting room is at the end of the right-hand side on the -1 floor."
"Okay, I'm coming."
He threw off his headphones, took off his lab coat, and ran out of the lab.
The largest conference room in the entire research institute was now more than a third full.
When people heard that it was related to time travel, they all came to listen to the cutting-edge academic discussions.
As Fan Siwen walked, the rustling of people made him almost think he had gone the wrong way.
When he reached the meeting room door, he stood there looking around until the people behind him squeezed in and he saw Song Yize standing there, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
This isn't a project seminar, it's more like an annual meeting.
Fan Siwen, who arrived late, stood at the front of the conference room, trying to find a seat near the front row.
My gaze swept around and I saw the girl I had met in the cafeteria at noon.
I was thinking of just sitting down there, but to my surprise, the space around me was already full of people.
I had no choice but to squeeze through to a spot a little further away.
"Excuse me, please move aside, thank you. Watch your footing, please let me through, thank you..."
I had to repeat the same thing over and over again before I finally managed to squeeze into that not-too-remote spot.
As soon as I sat down, I heard the soft murmurs of the people around me.
"Why are there so many people today?"
"I don't know, the professor sent me."
"Hey, isn't that the new professor?"
"It seems so. They said they invited him from somewhere overseas. He's a big shot. Everyone else was there that day, except for him."
"Can't you even let people adjust to the time difference? Gossiping behind people's backs, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue? If you're so capable, go and cricket in front of them."
Fan Siwen replied irritably.
I got a huge eye roll in return.
The seminar began shortly afterward.
The host gave a brief introduction before getting to the main topic.
Several elderly professors successively conducted theoretical analyses of the current development direction of time travel technology in the scientific research community, predicted possible research directions and several related topics, and summarized the overall progress of the project team, the overall progress plan of the project to date, and even the total cost.
Fan Siwen, who was still recovering from a cold, became drowsy after listening to the whole thing.
Everyone around was sitting upright and focused, but Fan Siwen's head was so low that it was almost touching the table.
She vaguely heard Song Yize's voice and opened her eyes in a daze.
"Let me briefly explain our overall direction for the current research topic. Our latest theoretical research results have broken the formula you were using before: ds = -eφ(r)dt + dr/1 - b(r)/r + r(dθ + sinθdφ)."
After he said this, the crowd erupted in uproar.
“We have a deeper understanding of time machines, for example… like this… and then we can deduce…”
The entire sequence of moves caused the audience to go from initial gasps to complete silence. Later, when Mo Yang wrote down formulas and reasoning on three whiteboards in front of everyone, several professors in the front row couldn't sit still any longer. They put on their glasses, walked down, and stood next to Mo Yang to watch up close.
Immediately afterwards, more and more people came down, and before long, Mo Yang was surrounded by onlookers.
Fan Siwen's view was blocked at the crucial moment, and she anxiously ran down and squeezed her way to the front row with the crowd.
Over the past two days, Fan Siwen had gained some understanding of Song Yize, but he never imagined that this person was a hidden academic genius.
Looking at the whiteboard right now feels just like watching Feynman derive a whole set of mathematical theorems.
My eyes couldn't leave it for even a minute.
Mo Yang calculated the overall spatial proportions and finally completed his principle formula on the last whiteboard.
As he stepped back, Mo Yang clearly saw the confusion on the faces of the people behind him when they looked back.
He put down the marker and stepped back a little, giving the people behind him a chance to move to the front.
Time seemed to stand still, and after a long while, a front-row audience member turned around to ask a question.
Have all of these claims been verified?
He sounded like an elderly professor, his tone full of skepticism.
"Yes, through our unremitting efforts, these are forms that can be completely derived and have been successfully verified."
Mo Yang's words filled everyone present with joy.
It's unclear who started it, but applause erupted from all directions, eventually filling the entire conference room with thunderous applause.
Among the people present were many academic experts who had won numerous awards, made many achievements, and possessed profound knowledge in the academic world. However, when they stood in front of the whiteboard and watched Mo Yang write down the entire process with such focus, they were just as serious as students.
In just two hours, the meeting room, which was originally full of doubts about Mo Yang, has now become a praise room. The praise for Mo Yang could fill the room with so much that people could spin and jump around in it.
Academician Fang, the most senior member of the entire research institution, who had never praised anyone before, now showed a smile that was rarely seen in ordinary people in front of Mo Yang.
"I must say, Professor Song, your theory is 40 years ahead of M. Morris and K. Thorne. I wonder which research institution you worked at before, and when you plan to publish this theory to the world."
"Yes, yes, this set deserves a Nobel Prize."
"This is truly a way of thinking that ordinary people would never think of. Professor Song, your logic has broken the inherent thinking of human beings. Your logical system is worth promoting and letting students learn from it."
"You flatter me, you flatter me. I discovered it by chance."
Huang Zhongqian, who was not far away, looked at the scene before him and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
During dinner, Mo Yang was surrounded by people. Even four tables away, people were craning their necks to talk to him.
Despite Fan Siwen's tremendous efforts, he could only sit a few meters away from Mo Yang.
On the way back, he finally caught the real culprit, and Fan Siwen excitedly ran around Mo Yang.
"Director Song, Professor Song, how did you discover that there is a method to deduce a spacelike world line?"
"Oh, that? Initially, we also planned to use the Schwarzschild metric to describe wormholes, but we found that the Schwarzschild metric describes a single, connected spacetime, and its geometric form is closed, so it cannot be used to describe wormholes. Therefore, we changed to another method. Since the Schwarzschild metric, after being extended by Kruskal, would have an insurmountable wormhole connecting two identical universes, could we find a way to have a spacelike worldline to break the boundary of this insurmountable wormhole? Later, we discovered..."
Fan Siwen listened attentively, unaware that his slanted walk had pushed Mo Yang aside.
"So, will our project's future research and development direction also follow this theory?"
"The plan is to put this theory into practice and produce results."
"Don't worry, Dao'er, I'll make sure the data runs smoothly for you."
Fan Siwen's excitement was palpable; it seemed he hadn't taken a single word of the discussion at the end of the seminar regarding the overall compression of the project cycle.
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