Deep Space Wandering Fleet

Chapter 96: Chapter 98: The Grand Meeting

Zhang Xiaoyong quickly gathered all the experts and professors at Deep Space University to focus on the study of this paper and to replicate the experiment.

The conditions required for the pipe turbulence experiment were not complex, and even the procedure was already prepared, ready for immediate use.

“The whole algorithm seems a bit complex, I couldn’t understand it in a short time, but after all, facts speak louder than words, let’s look at the results first,” said one of the experts who specialized in plasma.

“Do you think the experimental data is real? It’s unbelievable, truly unbelievable…”

“A repeat experiment this simple wouldn’t involve falsified data. Just look at the smug look on Ding Zhaodong’s face, and you’ll know…”

“I still find it hard to believe.”

Everyone stared motionless at the blank screen, which began to display a stream of data.

Whispers arose, one after another, in the laboratory.

The sense of anxiety grew more intense.

“Professor.”

One of the younger participants spoke softly; he was also a student of an academician and had just turned 24 this year.

Among peers, there’s always a bit of competitive psychology.

“What’s up?”

“What would happen if this paper is entirely correct?”

After seriously pondering for a while, the academician shook his head, “Hard to say, but I think it might be one of the most outstanding achievements of the past decade. Or perhaps, the words ‘one of’ could be removed.”

“But this is just a numerical simulation method, not the true essence of mathematics!”

Seeing his student a bit unconvinced, the academician smiled and said, “Don’t think that just because turbulence is a classic physics problem, it is easy. If you had delved into it, you would understand its horrifying difficulty.”

“The concept of turbulence and its applications have long surpassed the framework of classic physics, extending into various branches of modern physics research. From stellar evolution to condensed matter physics, high-energy physics, biological physics…”

“Therefore, this paper could have a profound impact across many different fields.”

“At the simplest, from an industrial perspective, if we can better control plasma turbulence, we could make nuclear fusion devices much smaller. Do you realize what that represents?”

The young man nodded with a solemn expression.

That comparative mindset slowly faded away…

Because others had already shattered the void and entered another realm.

Zhang Yuan’s first paper on robot control theory was quite good, but there was a possibility of surpassing it; now, however, they were not even on the same plane.

Seconds and minutes passed, and the entire laboratory was quiet, filled only with the sound of tense breathing.

Surprise.

Amazement.

Unbelievable!

It fit so well!

“Old Zhang, what’s the rush?” Principal Xia’s voice drifted over from afar.

He pushed in the door, paused, and said, “Eh, everyone’s here? What happened?”

Principal Xia’s voice seemed to bring everyone back to the world.

Seconds later, the entire laboratory erupted into a vehement discussion with several professors unable to contain their laughter!

…

It was impossible to keep this a secret; rumors began to spread like wildfire within a few hours. Soon, they reached the inner workings of the Star Journal.

The editors and professors at Star University felt uneasy, almost foreseeing that a single paper had outshone all of their publications.

“A stronger turbulence problem algorithm has emerged? Is it a rumor or something else?”

“How could it be possible? You should know how difficult this problem is.”

“Differentiable neural networks? What’s that?”

Just a paper title, no matter how much imagination one employed, couldn’t conjure the specific algorithm.

“People from Deep Space University, frustrated by the lack of significant scientific achievements, deliberately concocted a lie to boost the university’s influence?”

How could that be possible? Rumors eventually dissipate, revealing the final truth.

Surely Principal Xia was not so foolish!

Unable to discern if he was curious or annoyed, Daniel tapped his fingers on the table a few times and instructed, “Make a phone call to confirm.”

The young assistant picked up the phone and dialed the editor-in-chief of the All Things Theory, Zhang Xiaoyong.

“Hello.”

“…Is this the Star Journal editorial office? Haha, we have a very powerful paper, and the peer review will be held at one o’clock in the afternoon. If you’re free, you’re welcome to come and take a look!”

It’s not that Zhang Xiaoyong lacked restraint, but he couldn’t help wanting to laugh out loud.

He really couldn’t help it!

Daniel felt a jolt in his heart.

Had there really been a sensational result?!

He wanted to deliberately avoid going to minimize the embarrassment from the other party. But his strong curiosity took over.

“Let’s go, let’s see! I want to see what it really is!”

In theory, paper reviews are not that quick, with first, second, and third reviews, etc., it would take at least half a month.

But this paper was so impressive, so impressive that it could ignore the whole process!

…

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yuan was also invited to the venue in Area A.

Well, for him, all of this was expected.

Below him was a sea of heads, almost all of them were heavyweights from the spaceship industry.

Without an invitation, you wouldn’t even have the credentials to enter.

He took a deep breath, “Today, I’m bringing you a completely new turbulence problem simulation algorithm. Due to the rush, I haven’t prepared a PPT, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

No need for further ado; getting straight to the point is what everyone needed.

He began to describe his entire algorithm step by step on the big screen.

Recalling the struggles of the past six months gave him a sense of happiness that comes after enduring hardship.

Six months seemed so long, truly long, and agonizing.

Yet it was also fleeting, a mere six months, after all.

Really, just six months to achieve remarkable results.

Without a doubt, Zhang Yuan felt he was fortunate and lucky.

Had it not been for that stroke of inspiration, perhaps he would have continued groping in the fog for a long time.

Six years, or even sixty, would not have been surprising!

The real world is that cruel, just like that Deep Space Artwork, where light is but a tiny white dot, and darkness is the mainstream.

“Not stumbling upon the light, that’s the real norm in the Universe.”

As he pondered, he had already fully entered the zone, trying to display the entire process of his search for the light to the audience below.

In fact, he had even forgotten about the audience below; he was simply reliving the arduous journey.

On the stage of truth, there’s no distinction between young and old, or race or color. The only distinction lies between right and wrong, with no additional choice in between.