SFS Chapter 97 Deduction
Chapter 97 Deduction
Psyduck is a shadow.
This is not a metaphor, but a near-absurd fate.
Throughout the long years past, every time Su Hao opened his eyes to greet the dawn...
"Stay put. Don't come out."
Su Hao coldly uttered this in his heart, and Psyduck had no choice but to hide in the endless darkness in frustration.
But shadows never truly disappear.
As the saying goes, the longer you suppress something, the more fucking abnormal the rebound will be.
Psyduck became increasingly sharp and obsessive, like a construction worker constantly hammering away at Su Hao's mind, relentlessly knocking on the door of reason in his heart.
Psyduck is the inner voice that Su Hao has been trying his best to ignore;
It is a deep-seated, almost pathological obsession;
It is a cold shackle that could strangle what he loves at any moment;
It was a monster that he had deeply feared since childhood, lurking in the depths of his soul.
However, today, the sun rose in the west, and Su Hao did not close that door tightly, but instead took the initiative to approach it.
"Psyduck, let's begin."
With just this one casual summons, Psyduck, like Satan receiving a pardon, swaggered from the darkness into the dazzling light.
At this moment, it is no longer the violent impulse that must be suppressed, but a companion invited across time and space to stand side by side.
At the same time, Psyduck is also an extreme obsession that Su Hao deliberately stripped away from deep within his genes;
It was the sharp eye he used to coldly dissect the essence of this world, like dissecting a corpse.
The moment Psyduck fully emerged from the deepest recesses of Su Hao's consciousness and perfectly merged with his reason—
With a loud "boom!"
The scattered thoughts in Su Hao's mind, which had been like isolated islands, suddenly transformed into a raging river that had burst its banks...
It connects and integrates with overwhelming force, unleashing terrifying computing power!
Su Hao's body trembled uncontrollably.
It is an ultimate liberation and a soul-shaking experience that can unleash the truest self and the most arrogant nature hidden beneath the skin without reservation!
When he opened his eyes again, the whole world had been turned upside down.
The hazy mist covering the surface of everything was instantly shattered by the sharp glint in his eyes.
As far as the eye can see, the suspended dust and the refraction of light are so clear that they evoke a dazzling sense of beauty.
He casually picked up the thick book "The Theory of Computation" that he had borrowed from the library.
The moment the book was turned, the numbers and symbols on the page seemed to be given life by magic, all of them leaping and dancing wildly before his eyes.
The brain's thought engine roared and began to accelerate at an outrageous speed!
But the laws of physics are fair; this almost divine clarity is also a cruel form of physical torture.
Su Hao's brain was like an old machine that had lost its cooling system, working overtime, trying to analyze everything in sight from a god-like perspective.
"Huff... Huff..." His breathing became uncontrollably rapid, each inhalation accompanied by a slight twitch in his chest.
His nerves were stretched taut like a spider's thread on the edge of a cliff, as if the weight of even a single speck of dust in the air would cause it to snap completely, sending him flying to the heavens on the spot.
But today, Su Hao gritted his teeth and decided to ignore the body's cries of agony!
He strode up to the blackboard and grabbed a piece of chalk.
Without any pause or hesitation, with a flick of the wrist, lines of formulas flowed out like flowing water.
$chi(G) = min{k in mathbb{N} mid exists f: V to {1, ldots, k}, f(u) neq f(v) ; forall (u,v) in E}$
$forall G text{ planar}, chi(G) leq 4$
"Every map has a weakness." He spoke very quickly, as if he were talking to an unseen ghost.
"The vertex with the lowest degree. Five, at most six. Start the breakthrough from there!"
Before long, the huge blackboard was filled with all sorts of dazzling graph theory models and complex geometric shapes.
Su Hao didn't even frown. He roughly dragged a whiteboard from the side, set it up with a bang, and continued his deductions as if he were burning his life out.
Time slipped away with the scratching of the pen tip, and the night deepened, swallowing everything outside the window like thick ink.
Thirty-two.
Su Hao murmured hoarsely.
This century-old mathematical problem, with countless special cases of graphs that would have kept even top mathematicians busy for a lifetime, was ultimately compressed into thirty-two patterns by his terrifying brain!
"It's not over yet." Su Hao stared intently at the whiteboard.
This is merely the most basic premise for solving the Four Color Theorem.
The Long March has only just begun.
Click.
He reached out and pressed the play button on the computer next to him.
In an instant, the poignant yet powerful melody of Debussy's "Clair de Lune" flowed through the empty classroom.
thump.
As classical music played, Su Hao, whose face looked as haggard as if he had just crawled out of a grave, slumped heavily into a chair like a soulless shell.
He looked terrible, like a runner who had just sprinted through a marathon...
My lungs felt like they were on fire, and I felt like I could suddenly black out and die on the spot.
He tried to pick up the water bottle on the table, but his hand trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, spilling most of the water.
I finally managed to shove the bottle opening into my mouth and managed to get some much-needed hydration.
Then, with his trembling fingers, he tore open the packaging, haphazardly peeled off a Snickers bar, and stuffed it into his mouth.
"call--!"
Su Hao looked up at the ceiling and exhaled a long breath of stale air that had been trapped deep in his chest.
The fingertips, trembling slightly, were covered with a thick layer of chalk dust. The shoulders, from extreme tension and maintaining the same posture for a long time, felt as heavy as if they were being weighed down by two large lead weights.
But his eyes were still frighteningly bright.
This is just the beginning.
The music of "Moonlight Sonata" was like a pair of gentle hands, quietly soothing his nerves that were taut to the point of breaking.
Her disordered breathing gradually calmed down in the cold air...
Splash!
After an unknown amount of time, Su Hao suddenly pulled open the blinds.
Outside, the sun had already risen in the east, and the sunlight poured in so brightly that it stung Su Hao's pupils slightly. He subconsciously frowned and turned his head away.
"Proceed to the next stage immediately."
He knew very well that the time he could occupy this classroom was extremely limited.
The school could discover something was amiss at any moment. He had absolutely no room to breathe.
Su Hao suddenly stood up and looked around.
The blackboard and whiteboard behind him were already densely covered with geometric figures and mathematical symbols that he had painstakingly created through countless sleepless nights.
There is no longer enough space for writing.
After only a brief half-second of thought, Su Hao walked directly to the corner, roughly tore open a cardboard box, and pulled out a thick stack of A3 printing paper.
Then, he grabbed some transparent tape and began setting up an altar like a fanatical believer...
They pasted those A3 sheets of paper, one after another, onto the classroom wall, making sure they fit perfectly.
In no time at all, the entire classroom wall was transformed into a gigantic, astonishing canvas...
And so, two whole days and two nights passed quietly amidst endless deductions and deathly silence!