Explosion?
Dilareba was baffled.
However, he also knew.
The explosion in Ling Chen's mind was definitely not as simple as the explosion she thought.
In fact.
It was indeed not simple.
Explosions were also known as divergences in the field of computational fluid mechanics.
Many authors in foreign literature liked to use the term " Blow-up " to describe this troublesome phenomenon.
In mathematics, there were many general problems.
For example, it could be that the process of solving the problem had a 0, or the matrix of the solution did not converge…
For the Navier-Stokes equation.
The so-called explosion problem, or rather, the dispersion problem.
It referred to a certain point in time and space where the flow of the fluid became faster and faster.
And the speed would be infinite.
It was beyond common sense in reality.
Lions and the others had proven this half a century ago:
This point did not exist in the two-dimensional case, which meant that the global weak solution of the N-S equation in the two-dimensional case was unique, regular, and stable.
But what about the three-dimensional Navier-Stokes equation?
There was still no unified conclusion in the academic world.
The mathematics community was optimistic about the existence and smoothness of the three-dimensional Navier-Stokes equation.
People in the computational fluid dynamics field were all farts. Of course, the problem also agreed with this point.
Otherwise, wouldn't the phenomenological models they built based on experimental data be equivalent to using lies to explain lies?
However…
Dilareba's reminder had given him an idea.
It was not a reminder.
Ling Chen looked at Dilareba, who was blinking her big eyes, and muttered,"If you don't have any tools, why don't you make one yourself?”
If he created a new job, would it make a " complicated " problem " simple "?
It seemed…
Would it work?
His eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Ling Chen grabbed onto the thread of inspiration and quickly wrote a line of words on the paper.
After he finished writing.
He did not continue.
Instead, it was as if a heavy burden had been removed from his body. He raised his head and asked,"Where were we?"
"Eh?"
"What were you talking about?" Dilareba asked blankly. Do you mean an explosion?"
Ling Chen shook his head and thought for a moment before saying,"Oh right, did you just say that there are three rules?”
Dilareba nodded.
Ling Chen put away the pen and paper and said,"Forget it, I suddenly feel that it's not necessary."”
Dilareba was speechless.
Men were really strange creatures.
Dilareba thought to herself as she watched Ling Chen put away his pen and paper and went to the bookshelf to read the journal literature.
……
Time passed by unknowingly.
Dilareba went into the kitchen again, but this time she was wearing an apron.
It made Ling Chen, who was prepared, feel a little disappointed.
Very quickly.
It was time for the live broadcast again.
It's coming, it's coming!
Good heavens, as soon as he started the live broadcast, he saw his goddess cooking with his idol.
When did Ling Chen become a male god?
Don't you know? It had already spread. It was said that the youngest academician who had been in the limelight was Master Ling Chen!
F * ck! Were all academicians so…young now?
Hahahaha! You must want to say that the threshold for becoming an academician is so low now, right?
Haha!
On the contrary! Other than the word 'young' being related to Almighty Ling, he was the ceiling of academicians in terms of achievements and academic ability!
God Ling's explanation was very good. It was said that when God Ling was elected as an academician, if he wasn't elected, no one else would be qualified!
Was he that awesome?
Awesome? To tell you the truth, as long as the chemistry model created by God Ling Chen passes repeated verification, it will be a Nobel Prize-level award!
This was already the consensus of the world's academic community!
F * ck! Awesome!
Some people were discussing how awesome Ling Chen was.
Some people were envious that Ling Chen could eat the dishes cooked by their goddess.
Ling Chen did not think too much about it. After eating, he watched Dilareba take a piece of paper and write on it.
Obviously, she was thinking about how to design the yard.
As he thought about it, he also consulted the other party's opinion.
"Ling Chen, what do you want to do in the courtyard?”
"Just leave that stone table and stone bench for me. I still have to sit for a while sometimes.”
"Alright, what else?"
"You can do whatever you want. I'm not interested.”
"Oh, then I'll design the path in the courtyard to be paved with wood, okay?”
"Wooden pavement? Will it…work?"
" That Magnolia tree needs to be circled separately. You can add some white pebbles at the edge…"
“……”
Seeing how serious she was, Ling Chen picked up his pen as well.
The Navier-Stokes equation had already formed a line of thought.
In Ling Chen's opinion, this line of thought was very likely to be the key to breaking through the bottleneck.
However…
As he wrote, the pen in his hand could not stop.
When a person was fully immersed in a task, time always passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was already 11 AM.
Dilareba had already finished showering. She was wearing clean and refreshing home clothes and sat beside Ling Chen.
Ling Chen stopped writing.
Even though he kept writing, his hands couldn't take it.
Moreover, he had set a biological clock for himself that would automatically stop at around eleven o'clock.
Ling Chen lowered his head and looked at the last line of formulas. It was a very beautiful formula.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a white thigh. At the same time, a very pleasant smell entered his ears.
Ling Chen was stunned.
He turned to look at Dilareba, who was acting as if nothing had happened. He took a deep breath and said,"It's late. I'm going to take a shower. You should rest early too.”
Dilareba took a look. Ling Chen had never seen the " design document " of the courtyard that she had drawn. She was more or less a little disappointed.
However, he also nodded and got up to go to the second floor.
When Ling Chen was cleaning up the papers on the table, he saw the piece of paper.
"Eh?"
……
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