My IQ has been increasing year by year.

Chapter 182 Two Boxes of Milk a Day

Just a few days after the final exams, the school officially started summer vacation, and the once bustling dormitory building was suddenly mostly empty.

The clothes drying in the corridor have been taken down, leaving only a few empty wires swaying in mid-air.

Chen Zhuo pushed open the door of the old library. Because it was a holiday, there was only one teacher on duty dozing off behind the reading desk.

The foreign language archives are located on the third floor.

The archives room was empty, except for one person sitting in a seat by the window.

Chen Zhuo didn't rush over to say hello, but went straight to the innermost row of bookshelves.

That's where some foreign language journals and advanced mathematical monographs are stored.

Chen Zhuo stood in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sweeping over the rows of heavy books.

He raised his hand and pulled out a bound volume of the "Annals of Mathematics". The book was heavy. He flipped through a couple of pages at random and then held the book in his hand.

Then, he took two more steps back and pulled out two copies of the Journal of Fluid Mechanics, which were written entirely in English, from the section on fluid mechanics. The two books together weighed three or four kilograms.

He weighed it and figured it was enough to look through at home for more than a month, then turned around and walked to the seat by the window.

Su Wei sat there.

On her desk lay a large pile of things: several printed A4 sheets of paper covered with densely drawn candlestick charts and time series analysis tables; next to them was a calculator with worn-out buttons and a notebook filled with various complex formulas.

Su Wei was lying face down on the table, holding a pen in her hand, rapidly calculating something on a piece of paper.

Hearing footsteps, Su Wei stopped writing.

She looked up.

She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, but in stark contrast to this fatigue was the energy and vitality in her eyes.

It was a tense, excited, and even slightly awkwardly ambitious state.

She looked at Chen Zhuo walking over, and then glanced at the books he was holding.

Su Wei put down her pen and rubbed her sore eyes.

"I submitted my application form. Did I choose the School of Mathematical Sciences or the School of Physics in the end?"

Chen Zhuo walked over and placed the books he was holding in an empty space on Su Wei's table.

"I didn't fill out any forms, but the school approved my cross-disciplinary double major."

Upon hearing this, Su Wei paused for a moment while tapping the table.

She looked at Chen Zhuo.

She didn't show any shock, nor did she ask how the school had made such a special approval.

Su Wei simply shook her head slightly, her tone calm yet resolute.

"Only you would dare to fill it out like that."

Su Wei withdrew her gaze and glanced down at the pile of messy financial data reports in front of her.

She pointed her finger and tapped it twice on one of the sheets of paper covered with red and green bar charts.

"I chose financial engineering."

Su Wei raised her head, squinting slightly at the glaring sunlight streaming through the window.

"Professor Shen Lan's real-money funds will enter the market next week, so I need to stay and monitor the market."

Chen Zhuo nodded after listening.

"Good."

Su Wei's gaze returned to the foreign language journal on the side.

"You're taking so much home for the holiday?"

Su Wei looked at Chen Zhuo, her tone slightly puzzled.

Chen Zhuo stood up and picked up the stack of books again with one hand.

"Just browsing around when I'm bored at home."

Chen Zhuo looked at Su Wei, his tone still gentle and casual.

"I mainly need to go back and supervise my childhood friend's homework."

Chen Zhuo paused for a moment.

"He's about to enter his final year of junior high, and his math is terrible. If we don't take care of him, he won't even be able to get into high school."

The cicadas outside chirped incessantly.

Su Wei sat in the chair, stunned, her mind momentarily blank.

She looked at Chen Zhuo with the eyes of someone looking at an alien and blurted out.

"Should we ask someone with your brain to go back to being a tutor?"

Su Wei leaned forward slightly, as if instinctively concerned with price.

"How much does it cost per hour?"

Chen Zhuo watched Su Wei meticulously calculating the accounts and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"No money required."

Chen Zhuo answered confidently and righteously.

Two cartons of milk a day.

Chen Zhuo thought for a moment and then added a sentence.

"If he passes, I'll have to pay for a four-wheel drive motor myself."

The archives room fell silent.

Su Wei just stared at Chen Zhuo.

Two boxes of milk.

A four-wheel drive motor.

Su Wei stared at Chen Zhuo, feeling an extremely absurd sense of dislocation.

She racked her brains to climb the ladder in the financial markets, while the genius she considered the smartest was teaching middle school students for two cartons of milk.

"I'm leaving."

Seeing that Su Wei didn't speak, Chen Zhu casually said goodbye and prepared to turn and leave.

Just as he turned around, his gaze happened to sweep over the open draft notebook on Su Wei's desk.

The above is a set of extremely complex mathematical formulas.

Chen Zhuo doesn't understand finance.

He doesn't know what a candlestick chart is, nor does he know what support and resistance levels are.

But in his eyes, this is not a financial model at all.

This is just a set of continuous partial differential equations.

Chen Zhuo stopped in his tracks.

His gaze lingered on the formulas for a few seconds.

In Chen Zhuo's mind, the topological structure of this set of equations unfolded instantly. He did not do any complicated substitution calculations; relying only on an almost instinctive mathematical intuition, he saw the end point of this structure.

This structure has no closed loop.

It lacks a boundary.

Chen Zhuo didn't ask Su Wei what the formula was used to calculate.

He reached out and picked up the pen that Su Wei had just put down on the table.

Su Wei was stunned for a moment, watching Chen Zhuo's actions.

Chen Zhuo bent down and braced himself on the edge of the table with one hand.

He took the pen and started writing directly at the very end of Su Wei's densely written equations.

He added a separate variable symbol outside the parentheses.

A very simple damping coefficient.

After finishing writing, Chen Zhuo put down his pen, which rolled half a circle on the table before stopping.

He straightened up and looked at Su Wei.

"This set of continuity equations does not converge under extreme variables."

Chen Zhuo's tone was very calm.

"Add this factor."

Chen Zhuo pointed to the symbol he had just written.

"Otherwise, if the parameters are too large, your system will run towards infinity and crash directly."

After saying this, Chen Zhuo didn't explain what extreme variables were, nor did he care whether Su Wei understood.

Chen Zhuo hugged the book in his arms tightly again.

See you next semester.

Chen Zhuo turned around and strode out.

His figure disappeared outside the document room door.

Su Wei sat alone in her seat.

She looked down at the symbol Chen Zhuo had casually scribbled on the draft paper.

Damping coefficient.

In physics, this is the quantity used to prevent the amplitude from expanding indefinitely.

After a brief pause, Su Wei's mind began to work frantically.

She automatically translated Chen Zhuo's purely mathematical statement into financial language.

The parameter is too large.

In financial markets, this means an outbreak of extreme emotions, unpredictable black swan events, panic selling, or irrational price surges.

Running towards infinity caused the computer to crash.

In her live trading, this means the model is failing and her positions are out of control.

This means a margin call.

It means to reset to zero.

Su Wei suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

She stared at the added coefficient.

If real funds enter the market next week and extreme market conditions occur, her original continuous model will not have enough time to react, and it will drag Professor Shen Lan's funds directly into the abyss.

Chen Zhuo, however, didn't even know what kind of model it was.

He glanced at the skeleton of the equation and then casually plugged the fatal flaw for her.

Su Wei took a deep breath.

She tore off that page of draft paper and carefully tucked it into the thickest data report next to it.

Chen Zhuo walked down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor. He placed the stack of books on the lending table, bent two fingers and tapped the table to wake up the dozing teacher.

Register and stamp.

After completing the borrowing procedures, Chen Zhuo, carrying the several thick periodicals, pushed open the library door.

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