Onstage.
Dong Shanshan shouted, "Everyone, do you think it's nice?"
"It's nice!"
"It's nice!"
"There's nothing wrong with it!"
"You've passed!"
Yu Yingyi smiled and said, "Congratulations to Zhang Ye for passing the second round."
Zhang Ye was very cocky. He gave a fist and palm salute and said, "I made a fool of myself, I made a fool of myself."
The reporters were amused!
The guests were having a great time!
Meanwhile, Old Wu's group of friends and relatives were left kneeling once again!
Zhang Ye had answered three consecutive songs that sounded like they were deliberately challenging him. He had even managed to write such a nonsensical song like the veil. Furthermore, each of the songs was just right and sounded extremely good. This was clearly not something that just anyone could do. None of the songwriters in the entertainment industry could do this. This was Zhang Ye's ability. There was no one else like him in the entertainment industry!
The group of friends and relatives could tell that it was impossible to stump Zhang Ye with such a question. Fortunately, they still had something up their sleeves.
Xin Ya was at her wit's end.
Fat Sis gave her a look.
Old Wu's two nieces and one niece were also getting anxious.
"It's time for the big move!"
"Auntie Xin!"
"Let's do it!"
"It's time for the final round!"
Xin Ya nodded. "Alright, leave it to me!"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "What other tricks do you have? Bring it on. "
Xin Ya sneered three times and harrumphed as she walked up to the stage. She took the microphone from Yu Yingyi and turned around. Then she laughed and said, "Dear guests, dear friends, before I talk about the third round's question, I would like to say a few words. I've known Old Wu for many years. We're childhood friends and best friends. Today is her big wedding, and I'm very happy about it. I asked her before the wedding, actually to get her to say something. I asked her what would be difficult for Zhang Ye? Old Wu told me that there are very few things that can put Zhang Ye in a difficult position. He's a very straightforward and decisive person. Besides, most difficulties can't stump him. I told her that you had to say one. Old Wu thought about it and told me that getting Zhang Ye to say 'I love you' to her would definitely be the most difficult thing to do. "
Your sister!
Zhang Ye laughed, "Pfft!"
Everyone jeered.
"He hasn't even said 'I love you' before?"
"Hahaha, Teacher Zhang, you're so mean!"
"This won't do, this won't do!"
Xin Ya smiled and gestured for Zhang Ye to speak up for him. "Actually, I've known Zhang Ye for many years. I know his and Old Wu's tempers very well. The two of them are the kind of people who don't really know how to express their feelings verbally. If you want them to say 'I love you' to each other, that would be even harder than ascending to the heavens."
His father nodded.
His mother smiled as well.
They knew their son best.
Xin Ya suddenly said, "But I don't believe in heresy today. Old Wu has threatened me to not let me use this to make things difficult for Zhang Ye. Alright then, I will use another method. The third stage's question will be:" She looked at Zhang Ye and said, "We're both in the field of mathematics, so let's use the language of mathematics to express our love for Old Wu."
Zhang Ye smiled helplessly.
The guests also jeered!
"Come!"
"Teacher Zhang, come on over!"
"Yes, express, express!"
"The mathematical language is pretty good!"
This trial wasn't difficult at all!
Mathematical language?
In everyone's opinion, there was no language for mathematics!
It was just 520! Or 521!
Only these homophonic numbers could express their love!
But this was no different from Zhang Ye saying "I love you." It was as good as asking Zhang Ye to say "I love you" instead!
But Zhang Ye just smiled and did not say anything.
Fat Sis said, "Zhang 'er, if you don't say it, the bride won't come out."
Old Wu's niece urged, "Heehee, hurry up, Uncle. The mathematical language, the mathematical language!"
This was really too difficult for Zhang Ye. He really couldn't say something like that. He couldn't even pronounce the number 520521.
At this moment, Zhang Ye thought of a story. It was a classic story from his previous world.
The mathematician Descartes met the 18-year-old Princess Christine of Sweden. After spending every day together, they fell in love with each other. When the princess's father, the king, found out about this, he flew into a rage and ordered Descartes to be executed. After Princess Christine pleaded bitterly, the king exiled Descartes back to France. Princess Christine was also placed under house arrest by her father. Not long after Descartes returned to France, he fell seriously ill. He wrote letters to the princess every day, but as the king intercepted them, Christine did not receive any letters from Descartes. After Descartes sent the 13th letter to Christine, he breathed his last and died. This 13th letter only contained a short formula. The king could not understand it. He felt that the two of them did not always say sweet nothings to each other. He summoned all the mathematicians in the city to the palace, but no one could solve it. He could not bear to see his beloved daughter depressed all day long, so he gave the letter to Christine, who had always been depressed. When the princess saw it, she immediately understood her lover's intentions and knew that he was still in love with her.
Of course, this was only a story.
However, the famous equation in the story really did exist.
Xin Ya stared at him. "Are you going to say it or not?"
Fat Sis said, "Zhang 'er, don't be shy."
The mathematical language?
Expressing his love?
Zhang Ye smiled and walked forward. He picked up a pen and a piece of paper and wrote an equation on it:
R = a (1-sinθ)
No one could understand it!
A lot of people were stunned!
What the heck was this?
What was this?
Wasn't it supposed to be 520 or 521? Why did it turn into an equation?
Xin Ya was also confused. "Zhang Ye, what are you talking about?"
Zhang Ye said, "This is what I said to Old Wu."
Xin Ya was floored. "What kind of words could there be in that!"
"That's because you don't understand it," Zhang Ye said calmly.
The group of royal relatives and friends were having none of it.
"This won't do."
"You're just messing around."
"What's so good about a formula?"
"There's nothing in it at all!"
"Is it a homophone? That's not it either! "
The reporters were puzzled.
The guests could not understand.
Several of the Math Department professors from Peking University came forward.
President Pan Yang said, "Let me have a look."
Xin Ya was also lying there studying it. "What on earth is this? A password? "
Pan Yang was also confused. "This equation doesn't make any sense?" He was trying to figure it out with a pen, but then put it down and shook his head. "It doesn't."
A Peking University math teacher looked at him. "Professor Zhang, what kind of formula is this?"
Suddenly, Xin Ya looked startled. "Wait! Where — where is the computer? "
Pan Yang pointed. "It's over at the podium."
Xin Ya immediately took the equation and walked up to the podium.
On the screen, everyone could see it clearly, but they did not understand what Xin Ya was doing.
But the Peking University math teacher could understand it.
"What is she doing?"
"Polar coordinates?"
"She's going to draw it out?"
"What's the point of drawing this equation?"
But a few minutes later!
When the equation r = a (1-sinθ) was displayed on the big screen in the form of an image, everyone present at the venue burst out in exclamations!
"Oh my God!"
"What am I seeing?"
"It's so beautiful!"
"Holy shit, this is so awesome!"
"This, this —"
Xin Ya was stunned!
Pan Yang looked shocked!
Fat Sis covered her mouth!
The reporters were screaming non-stop!
All of the guests present were shocked!
This equation that couldn't be any simpler turned out to be a heart!
An astonishing heart!!!
"It can even be done like this?"
"The language of mathematics can even be done like this?"
"This is what Zhang Ye said to his wife?"
"Isn't this too romantic!"
"So there's more to the language of mathematics than just 520!"
"This is so awesome!"
All of a sudden, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Ye!
I won't say I love you.
I won't say sweet nothings either.
Zhang Ye's character was more like that of a rigid mathematician.
R = a (1-sinθ)
This was the secret code that Zhang Ye gave to his wife!
This was the greatest romance of a mathematician!
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