Chapter 759: The Ship of Themis

In front of computers, tablets, mobile phones, and even TVs, many people watched this Lazy Technology release, and pointed out without any scruples that it was a promotional film for their alma mater.

At this time, Wang Ziyang finally reached the end of the corridor. He turned around, and there were two stairs in front of him.

Wang Ziyang turned left: "My specialty is materials science, so my task is to reduce the weight of the Silence itself."

He looked up, and saw the spiral staircase with endless loops, as if it would never end.

The stairs below are colorful and patterned, but the higher you go, the darker it becomes, as if there is no light on it.

Wang Ziyang didn't say anything, but this shot gave people a strong hint that this is destined to be a simple path at first, but it becomes more and more difficult.

Wang Ziyang was not afraid, he lifted his foot and stepped on the stairs.

The shooting angle of the picture has changed to an oblique direction, placing the figure of Wang Ziyang in the center of the picture, with the stairs spreading upwards on the left and the wall on the side of the stairs on the right.

Wang Ziyang stepped on the first step, and in an instant, the first step was lit up with brilliance. On the steps, Wang Ziyang and his companions were working in the laboratory. A whiteboard was filled with dense equations.

On the wall on the right, however, hand-painted freeze-frame images refreshed frame by frame were slowly flashing. The immature Wang Ziyang walked to the main entrance of Qingyang University, which looked like a mountain, with his luggage on his back, and looked up.

Then Wang Ziyang stepped to the second step, with more whiteboards and more data, Wang Ziyang stepped into the campus with a confused and smiling face.

The third level, the fourth level... His speed was so fast that the screen was almost left behind by him in a flash.

On one side is the video screen of the event, and on the other side is a hand-painted image diary. Wang Ziyang entered school, the first day of school, military training, the first class, with a serious and serious face, playing with classmates during class, going out...

The scenes at the beginning are all lively and jumping, all kinds of activities that college students like to hear, dormitory games, Internet cafes, KTV as a wheat bully, going out for dinner, skipping classes and sleeping late, cramming...

The picture of the steps under his feet is also very relaxed. Wang Ziyang and several companions discussed together, brainstormed together, and wrote down various ideas on the whiteboard.

"Dismantling unnecessary compartments, completely dismantling the hull, replacing hull materials..."

And a huge number, all kinds of equations.

The music was still calm and breezy, Wang Ziyang climbed up with a smile, his back leaned forward, and the speed was very fast, while climbing, he said:

"There is a philosophical paradox called the Ship of Theseus."

Theseus is a legendary hero and king. When he killed the Minotaur and returned to the voyage, he had made an agreement with his father that if he succeeded in returning, he would hang up the white sails, but he forgot to hang up the white sails when he returned. On the road, his father Aegeus thought his son was dead, and threw himself into the sea in grief. This is the origin of the Aegean Sea.

It is said that Theseus's ship has been kept for a long time, and whenever a part decays, it will be remade with wood and replaced.

"So, if the hull of the Silence is replaced with other parts, is it still the Silence? If it is not, then when was it transformed into another ship?

If it is still there, why is it still the original ship even though all the parts have been changed? This is the paradox of the famous Ship of Theseus.

Wang Ziyang's footsteps were fast, and within ten seconds, he quickly climbed to the second floor.

In the picture under his feet, the progress is also very fast, and the layout is extremely huge. In the empty laboratory, almost all the walls are filled with various messy ideas.

Wang Ziyang continued to climb, and the pictures on both sides continued to expand. At this time, the music finally became louder.

Wang Ziyang's footsteps also gradually slowed down, and each step seemed to bring a heavy drumbeat.

Boom boom boom...

The various ideas and equations written on the whiteboard are unscrupulous and unlimited, each with golden ideas and shining ideas.

Then many things on the whiteboard were erased, leaving less than one-tenth of the key ideas. Wang Ziyang and his companions began to fill in more formulas on the whiteboard and started preliminary calculations.

And on the wall on his right side, it seems that Wang Ziyang has finished the first half of the semester, just like many students, who don't know what happened. The first half of the freshman semester has passed, and they still look confused Looking around in a daze, what happened? what ****? Why is time so fast?

Finally, at the end of the first half of the freshman year, in the picture on the stairs, Wang Ziyang seemed to be stuck. He frowned and thought hard, scratching his head, and disheveled his hair. I inserted my hands into my hair for the test paper, thinking hard, but couldn't answer the crucial question.

At this time, the real Wang Ziyang in the staircase picture interacted with the hand-painted Wang Ziyang in the mural for the first time.

Wang Ziyang, who was thinking hard and failed, stretched out his hand and reached out to Wang Ziyang in the mural.

On the wall, the young and immature, brightly colored hand-painted Wang Ziyang, looking at the real Wang Ziyang with disheveled hair, frowning brows and a reproachful expression, stayed there.

Wang Ziyang shook his hand, which means, brother, the first half of the first semester of freshman year, at least give me something, OK?

But no, Wang Ziyang, a first-year freshman, didn't get anything.

On the last step, the two princes Yang, who looked distressed and confused, stood there at right angles to each other, unable to tell who was real and who was a shadow.

And the real Prince Yang has already reached the last step, but he still can't make it up. He looks at the two himself who seem to never meet, as if he has lost all his strength.

He also raised his hand forward and stretched out his arm, as if seeking a little strength to help him.

At this time, the soundtrack of the background began to become indistinct again, it was like a breath of air.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of a drum, which seemed to explode the universe, and even many people in front of the computer were startled.

They all burst into rudeness: "Fuck, is it scary?"

A hand stretched out from the darkness and took Prince Yang's helpless hand.

Prince Yang's mentor, Shao Qingguo.

Climbing the stairs turned into two people, one step, one step, another step...

The sound of neat footsteps, double drumbeat, each step is much slower, but more solid.

On the seemingly endless stairs, Shao Qingguo held Wang Ziyang's hand, and the two big men walked side by side.

The picture under the two people's feet is also constantly changing. Shao Qingguo joins in and discusses with Wang Ziyang and others. Then everyone writes vigorously and begins to solve various theoretical problems left by themselves. All kinds of leisure and entertainment, began to study hard, and went to the library...

The things on the whiteboard were erased, written and erased, and finally, Wang Ziyang wrote the last character.

Shao Qingguo stopped in his tracks.

Shao Qingguo, who was over half a century old, was wearing plain blue overalls and stopped on the last floor of this staircase.

His face was covered with sweat, his back was soaked with sweat, and his hair was stuck together in locks. He didn't have the demeanor and courage of a university professor at all.

After walking side by side for so long, his physical strength has been exhausted.

At this time, Wang Ziyang was also sweating profusely and panting heavily.

He tried his best to climb up the last step of the stairs. He bent down, held on to the railing, and gasped for breath, but Shao Qingguo was behind him and pushed him hard.

Can't stop, there is still a long way to go, can't stop.

Like an eagle throwing a chick out of the nest, cruel but necessary.

Wang Ziyang dragged his heavy legs and continued walking. Shao Qingguo stopped on the last step. He turned around and looked at the hand-painted mural next to him, slowly blending into the mural.

Prince Yang continued to walk alone, but in the mural beside him, Shao Qingguo and the young Prince Yang appeared together in class and in the laboratory.

Some people may not be able to accompany you to the end. As the saying goes, the master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual.

But what he gives you can accompany you for a lifetime.

"I've never been a genius." Panting, Wang Ziyang's voice was broken and full of exhaustion, while struggling to climb up, he said, "Sometimes I even feel stupid. My college life is definitely not like many people. Sad spring and autumn, or worrying about dreams all day long, my university is very hard, very hard..."

In the mural, the stern Shao Qingguo speaks harshly to Prince Yang, and occasionally there will be one or two pictures in which Prince Yang will leave the laboratory, the library, and the endless formulas, and run to the lake, lie on the bed, get into the bathroom……

"University is an ivory tower, but every college student who wants to achieve something spends it on climbing the stairs. What is the trouble? Can I eat it..."

The picture under the feet is changing again, the whiteboard retreats to the second line, Wang Ziyang and others started the simulation research.

The huge computer room flashed by, with digital formulas, models, cool calculation screens, and fast refresh, making people dizzying calculation results...

Theory, verification, practice.

Three steps are indispensable.

Finally, Prince Yang was in trouble again.

In the mural, Wang Ziyang began to doubt whether his life was meaningful. He even went to buy drunk, drank so much that he passed out in the dormitory.

The classmates appeared to take care of Wang Ziyang who was drunk and fell to the ground.

As for the scene on the stairs, facing the simulation results, Wang Ziyang frowned, as if he had encountered some difficulty. Obviously, the simulation results did not meet his expectations.

Stuck again.

At this time, Wang Ziyang was almost lying on the last step, unable to move.

Until someone yelled at him, "Get up!"

Familiar faces appeared one after another, Feng Tianyou stretched out his hand to support him, Li Yuncong and Qin Ye pulled him in front, and the three almost carried him forward.

Pulling and pulling hard, shoulder and hand, doing everything.

One floor, two floors, three floors...

Wang Ziyang was almost carried up by his companions.

And the picture on the steps is also changing, more people join in, recalculate, simulate, screen processing results, build models...

When it was finally done, his three friends also retired.

People who saw this place were inexplicably moved in their hearts.

A good teacher and a good friend are enough in life, but his prince Yang got them all.

No matter when he is confused, when he wants to retreat, or when he is frustrated, there is always someone who will stand up and help him move on.

Every stage of his solving the problem of the Silence is closely related to his previous studies in school.

It all comes together through images of very different styles, connecting with each other, and occasionally intersecting images.

When seeing this, many people couldn't help pressing the pause button.

Lao Bai also pressed the blank here. As the principal of Qingyang University, he is actually ashamed.

In fact, he didn't know much about Wang Ziyang, and he didn't know how much help the school gave Wang Ziyang in the process of Wang Ziyang becoming a talent. Only then did he know that Shao Qingguo had done so much.

Perhaps, without them, Wang Ziyang wouldn't be able to see Nan Ming and really soar into the sky.

"Xiao Wang met a good teacher and has a group of good partners." He sighed softly, but the school really didn't do anything, and it couldn't do anything.

To be able to let Wang Ziyang and others do their best to star in such a promotional film, climbing the stairs desperately for the school, sweating profusely, and exhausted like a dead dog, what can he do.

Even a little ashamed.

Ellis, Elke and others who are far away in the United States, after seeing this, suddenly felt a move in their hearts, hurriedly pulled the progress bar back, and began to read seriously from Wang Ziyang and others writing something on the whiteboard.

Both Ellis and Elke were technically educated, and after watching it for a while, their complexions changed.

"Come on!" Elke yelled, called his assistant over, pointed to the video and said, "Let everyone put down their work immediately and analyze this video. I want all the pictures in this video to be captured. Interpret it carefully, don't miss any letter, I want to copy all the things on this whiteboard and all the data presented in the later stage, and sort them out!"

Elke suddenly discovered that what Wang Ziyang wrote was actually true.

"I want to know, whether the people from Lanshen Technology can solve the flight problem of Silence..."

When Elke said this, Alice's heart beat wildly. If Lanshen Technology really solved it, what would he do?

"If they really solved it, I want to know how they solved it!"

Someone nearby took orders, and seeing those people getting busy, Ellis' mood was extremely complicated.

If you can decipher the technological route of the lazy gods from this video, it will be almost the biggest gain in these years.

But if it can really be interpreted, it almost means that the lazy god can make the Silence fly.

How can this be?

And...his money, the pension money he had worked so hard to save, was in vain!

He is not reconciled!

Which is more important, individual interests or group interests?

Alice felt that he was not a selfless person. At this moment, he prayed desperately in his heart, it must not be true, it cannot be true!

Perhaps the best way to know the truth is to continue reading.

As Wang Ziyang said, university is an ivory tower, but those who really want to make a difference are climbing the stairs.

Just like the current Prince Yang.

The surrounding light is getting darker and darker, and the color tone is getting darker.

Wang Ziyang struggled like a drowning fish, almost really climbing up.

His clothes were already soaked, and every step he took, water dripped from his feet.

Whether it is scientific research or learning, it has never been achieved overnight, but it is as difficult as climbing the sky.

This is the price you have to pay to pursue your dreams.

Cruel but true.