Super God-Level Top Student

The European Nuclear Research Center, one of the gathering places for the world's smartest minds. In the office, Edward Witten was looking at the latest data report released today. It was a report on the potential energy dependence and angular distribution of Containment Gravitons. 1 TeV, a production probability of 0.05; 2 TeV - 2.9 TeV, a production probability of 0.15; ... Of course, the most important thing was that this distribution data, when plugged into verification, still conformed to Qiao Ze's formula. At this moment, Edward Witten felt something peculiar. Like many scientists who begin to believe in theology in their later years, Edward Witten, who understood the entire history of this theory, always uncontrollably thought that Qiao Ze might be God who wiped away all memories and reincarnated as a human. But there was no evidence. For a rigorous mathematician and physicist, this wasn't fanciful thinking, but something with evidence. Now the evidence was right in front of him. He had spent the entire previous day studying Qiao Ze's formula but was still unable to appreciate the so-called beauty of the microscopic world within this formula. ... and yet Qiao Ze could derive this formula merely based on so-called intuition about beauty... What is this if not God? Does God have pity on humanity, unable to bear seeing the little monkeys He whimsically created still unsatisfied on their tiny planet, and thus decided to personally intervene to help everyone take another step forward? Or perhaps the Creator felt humanity was heading in the wrong direction in its exploration of the world and specifically came forward to straighten the helm? Otherwise, Edward Witten felt it was utterly inexplicable how superspiral algebra and transcendental geometry could come from the hands of a youth not even twenty years of age. Well, when things get weird enough to defy explanation, the God theory starts to exert its power. Just like if everything in the universe seems just right, it tends to give people the feeling that some invisible hand is manipulating everything. "Knock, knock, knock." The knock on the office door awakened Edward Witten from his contemplation. "Come in." As the words fell, Yang Xuanqing walked in. "Professor Witten, you wanted to see me?" "Yes, Professor Yang, have a seat. Oh, do you prefer coffee or tea?" "Just coffee, hot, without sugar," Yang Xuanqing replied without much courtesy. After extended contact and becoming familiar with each other's character, it didn't matter how impressive someone was; in the end, they were just human. "All right." After speaking, Edward Witten personally stood up to pour Yang Xuanqing a cup of coffee from the office coffee machine. It was evident that Yang Xuanqing was also in a state of fatigue. In fact, being on duty at LHCb, Alice, and CMS at the Nuclear Center was quite a strenuous task, not to mention that the findings or rather the verification work was very important and might change the development of future fundamental physical theories. Hence Yang Xuanqing naturally took it very seriously. Unfortunately, Huaxia was not a formal member state of CERN, merely an observer country, so there were very few Huaxia people among the official staff of the European Nuclear Center. But there was an advantage: as long as an agreement was signed with CERN, institutions from any country could send people to work at CERN for both long and short-term agreements. Yang Xuanqing could stay at CERN long-term because Huaqing University had signed a relevant agreement with CERN. The number of institutions from Huaxia that had signed agreements with CERN included only the High Energy Institute and a handful of other schools. Soon, Edward Witten handed the steaming coffee to Yang Xuanqing, and the professor from Huaqing University took a sip. The bitter taste was enough to invigorate the spirit. "You've been working hard lately," Witten casually remarked. "Indeed, it's exhausting, but worth it," Yang Xuanqing smiled in response. Those were heartfelt words. If not for his passion for physics, Yang Xuanqing would truly not want to stay in this godforsaken place for long. When he first arrived, he thought the scenery was beautiful; on a clear day, he could see Mont Blanc of the Alps from his office window, a seemingly otherworldly paradise. But the longer he stayed, the more inconvenient he found life here to be. Unlike back home, buses ran every several minutes; missing one meant a long wait. No matter where one lived, commuting without a car was a hassle. Unfortunately, Yang Xuanqing's driving skills were not up to par, leading to a tiresome daily routine of changing buses multiple times to get to work. Besides, shopping here was particularly inconvenient. Supermarkets closed early, especially on weekends—it was mind-boggling how these Europeans thought; seeing a store open for two or three hours on the weekend made it seem like a model of diligence, but many simply didn't open at all. One can imagine how inconvenient life was. Especially the canteens. At R1, on the Swiss side, the taste of the food in the canteens... how to put it, it was about enough to make Yang Xuanqing dream about Peking duck every night. If one didn't want to cook, or had to work overtime on data and had to eat there, then congratulations—the canteens hardly had any fresh dishes. It was basically just eating leftovers from lunch. And the prices weren't cheap either. The restaurants on the French side tasted slightly better, but going there was too far, especially for someone without a car, a low cost-benefit affair. However, it was indeed true that one could often encounter big names in the world of physics here. Just like now, he could sit in Edward Witten's office drinking coffee—something Yang Xuanqing wouldn't dare dream of doing anywhere else. "Indeed, it's very worthwhile. The future of physics is going to be rewritten. So I really envy you being able to contact Professor Qiao at any time. Has he mentioned it to you? The model he gave hasn't even undergone any verification; after deriving it, he sent it directly to your... um, what's that software called?"