Chapter 59
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"What's a hot air balloon?" Zu Mingjun and Li Gaoming walked in curiously.
"Hahaha, let me tell you some good news. Meton has given us another idea. We're going to leave our names in history again." Yuchi Baolin was so excited that he danced.
They thought of their grand plan. The three of them couldn't help but smile. After learning about Qin Huaiyu's plan, Li Gaoming looked indifferent. Zu Mingjun, on the other hand, looked envious. After all, not many people would refuse a chance to leave their names in history.
"It's a pity that our ancestors have already divided pi to the extreme. No matter how hard we try, there's no way we can surpass them." Zu Mingjun looked regretful.
"What's so hard about that? Since your ancestors had achieved the pinnacle of Pi, why don't you think of other patterns? Why hang yourself on this one tree? "Meton said.
"How could it be that simple? The commonly seen patterns in this world have already been thoroughly studied by our forefathers. Even the Pythagorean theorem was created by Zhao Shuang. We juniors were truly born at the wrong time," Zu Mingjun said regretfully.
"Is that so? Then you're too unlucky! You were discovered by your ancestors. Here, I'll give you a walnut to comfort your wounded heart. "Meton saw a plate of walnuts on the table. He picked one up and tossed it at Zu Mingjun.
He didn't expect to use too much force. Zu Mingjun didn't catch it, and it hit his head. Meton threw a second one. Zu Mingjun reached out to catch it.
But Meton didn't stop. He kept tossing walnuts at Zu Mingjun. Zu Mingjun's eyes grew brighter and brighter. He allowed the walnuts to land on his body, head, and arms.
"What's wrong with you guys?" Yuchi Baolin was confused. He wanted to go forward to investigate, but Li Gaoming grabbed him.
Yuchi Baolin looked at Li Gaoming in surprise. Li Gaoming shook his head. He could see that Zu Mingjun was in a state of epiphany. And the source of that epiphany was Meton's endless supply of walnuts.
Soon, the plate of walnuts was about to be finished. When there were only four left, Meton suddenly changed his direction and threw the four walnuts in his hand to the other four people.
Four walnuts were thrown in front of Zu Mingjun's eyes in a graceful manner. Zu Mingjun had a flash of inspiration. He hurriedly picked up a quill and grabbed an advertisement for Ink Skills Exhibition and began to draw.
Modun smiled and put the empty plate aside. The four of them looked at the walnuts in their hands in confusion. They looked at Modun and Zu Mingjun, who looked like he had been possessed.
At this moment, it was as if Zu Mingjun had been possessed by his ancestors. His mind was filled with walnuts flashing before his eyes. Each walnut was replaced by a dot, and the walnut's trajectory became a line.
Zu Mingjun drew these lines one by one on the flyer. If he wasn't satisfied, he threw them away. Soon, the whole room was filled with discarded paper.
When Zu Mingjun unconsciously drew a semicircle, he suddenly had an epiphany and danced with joy.
"Hahaha! So that was how it was! So that's how it is! "Zu Mingjun was crazy.
Zu Mingjun picked up a new piece of paper and drew a neat parabola on it. He marked the starting point, the highest point, and the landing point one by one. It was like a cross section of a bowl on the ground.
"What is this?" Cheng Chumo quickly squeezed over to see why Zu Mingjun was bewitched.
"This is the trajectory of a walnut in the air." Zu Mingjun explained.
"What's the use of it?" The four people were confused.
"Hahaha, of course it's useful. With this, Zu Mingjun has a chance to leave his name in history." Zu Mingjun looked at the others proudly.
Everyone looked at his smug face and couldn't help but gritted their teeth and responded with a rain of walnuts.
After everyone played around for a while, Zu Mingjun proudly showed off his achievement.
"When an item is thrown up high from the ground, its landing point will be determined once it passes the highest point. This is an unprecedented pattern. I, Zu Mingjun, was the first to discover it. I call it a parabola. "Zu Mingjun proudly explained the principle of the parabola to everyone.
Meton was speechless. The inertia of history was really strong. Even the name was the same.
"It's similar to the principle of a bow. If you use it well, you should be able to calculate the landing point of a bow." Cheng Chumo was indeed from a family of generals. He pointed out the use of the parabola.
Meton nodded. This was indeed the most important use of the parabola. However, in the future, the use of the parabola would shine brightly. The trajectory of artillery shells and intercontinental missiles all required the use of the parabola. More importantly, the parabola involved the application of quadratic functions. If Zu Mingjun could understand the nature of the parabola, it would greatly improve China's mathematics. He would definitely leave his name in history.
"So, it was Meton's walnuts that woke you up?" Qin Huaiyu said with a smile.
Everyone suddenly realized that it was Meton who kept throwing the walnuts that Zu Mingjun could understand the trajectory of the walnuts.
Everyone couldn't help but click their tongues in amazement. They looked at Meton in disbelief.
"Thank you, Brother Mo, for the walnuts." Zu Mingjun solemnly bowed.
Meton hurriedly avoided it and said modestly, "That was Brother Zu's own mathematical talent. I only continued to throw the walnuts because I saw that you seemed to have understood something. I wouldn't dare take credit for it. I was afraid that you would blame me for throwing the walnuts."
Morton casually pulled himself out of the picture. He had already noticed that Zu Mingjun was a genius in mathematics. His Arabic numerals addition and subtraction were a piece of cake to him.
In other words, Li Gaoming, Qin Huaiyu, and the other three were like primary school students, while Zu Mingjun was already a middle school student. It was no longer suitable for Zu Mingjun to continue with the primary school curriculum. Morton had indirectly given Zu Mingjun another difficult assignment.
"Anyway, I was able to understand the parabola thanks to Brother Mo's walnuts." Zu Mingjun playfully pushed the hair on his forehead aside, revealing the red mark on his forehead.
Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful. As for the truth of the matter, it was fine as long as the person involved knew it.
"I didn't think that Meton would have the ability to change walnuts. Since it's so amazing, Meton, why don't you throw a walnut at me too? Let's see what I can understand! "Qin Huaiyu giggled and poked his head over.
"Your head is too hard. I don't think walnuts are enough. How about this stool?" Meton raised a stool and looked like he was going to throw it at Qin Huaiyu.
"That won't do!" Qin Huaiyu quickly retracted his head. If the stool hit him, his head would probably bleed.
"That's too bad! You wasted an opportunity to leave your name in history! "Meton said regretfully.
"Really?" Qin Huaiyu said skeptically. He actually felt a little eager to try.
"Of course. The history books will definitely record that in the ninth year of Zhenguan, Qin Huaiyu died at the age of fifteen," Meton said with a smile.
"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.
"Scram!" Qin Huaiyu's face darkened.
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