allonlinenovel Chapter 94 Smash His Dog's Head with a Piano Lid
Chapter 94 Smash His Dog's Head with a Piano Lid
As soon as he pushed open the door to the music room, Han Dong didn't waste any words and went straight to the magnificent grand piano and sat down.
"Shall we start playing now?" Su Hao asked softly.
"Hmm, I want to warm up my fingers a bit today." Han Dong didn't turn around, but simply opened the piano lid gently.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
As the first key was gently pressed, Su Hao immediately found a comfortable spot to sit down, and closed his eyes as if a believer were listening to a divine decree.
The piece flowing from the piano is Debussy's famous "Clair de Lune".
The beautiful, clear melody, yet carrying an indescribable sadness, instantly filled the empty music room like a rising tide.
Actually, she still felt a slight tightness in her chest.
Although her proud heart was unwilling to delve into the source of this inexplicable emotion, she had her own way of venting it.
Simply pour everything onto the piano keys and let the overwhelming melody completely wash away all those messy thoughts.
Han Dong lowered her eyes slightly, crushing her complex, subtle, and even slightly girlish feelings without reservation, and smashing them into every leaping note.
Su Hao, sitting not far away, closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath.
The ethereal piano music, like a tangible spring, transformed into a gentle soothing sensation, precisely calming the irritation in his brain caused by extreme mental exertion.
The anxieties, mania, and deadlocks that were originally entrenched at the bottom of one's mind seemed to melt away little by little, like ice and snow being illuminated by the warm spring sun.
Thump, thump.
In a state of near-mystical perception, Su Hao discovered:
Unbeknownst to her, the frequency of her own heartbeat had somehow achieved a perfect resonance with the rhythm of Han Dong's playing.
A tremendous, maternal sense of peace enveloped Su Hao like a warm cocoon.
In this tranquility that seemed to cleanse even the soul, his once-cooled-down brain began to work at high speed again.
He began to re-examine, from a God's-eye view, the deduction process that had led him into a dead end that afternoon.
In the fog, he tried to find his original intention.
The goal has become clearer than ever before:
Abandon exhaustive search!
Establish a completely new and absolutely elegant four-color judgment rule!
Accompanied by soothing and rhythmic breathing, Su Hao's consciousness seemed to transform into a pair of invisible giant hands...
Within the sea of consciousness, the previously blocked and broken thought fragments were forcefully pieced back together in a domineering manner.
Previously, when deducing the construction of higher-order automata models, we encountered an insurmountable dead end.
But at this moment!
Under the influence of Debussy's clear, moonlit piano music, Su Hao's consciousness seemed to transform into an indestructible, invisible dagger!
"Sizzle—!"
He heard the sound of something breaking in his mind.
That was the crisp sound of a sharp knife piercing through the core barrier of that difficult problem!
Immediately afterwards, the blocked logical threads spread wildly in the depths of his brain like a flood bursting its banks or mercury spilling onto the ground!
Those fragmented, disjointed pieces of thought...
Guided by the cold yet poignant piano music of "Moonlight Sonata," the music seemed to come alive, automatically searching for a point of connection between them in the void.
Click. Click.
Ultimately, they fit together perfectly, closing with a resounding crash, forming an unbreakable logical loop!
Everything suddenly became clear!
It's like a star suddenly lighting up in the dark universe!
There's absolutely no need to exhaustively explore all the countless configurations on the entire floor plan! Absolutely not!
By extracting the color information of the map boundaries and encoding it precisely, a very simple finite state automaton can be constructed...
This allows us to skip the tedious verification process and use local rules to determine whether the area inside the boundary has four-color extensibility!
This is the gateway to truth!
At this moment, Su Hao finally felt an absolute sense of control over everything welling up in his heart!
He clenched his fists, his inner elation erupting like a volcano!
He firmly believes that as long as he continues down this path, he will be able to single-handedly dismantle this unsolvable monument that has stood in the mathematics community for a century!
However, when he suddenly opened his eyes with an epiphany comparable to the arrival of a god—
He was surprised to find that Han Dong, who had been sitting at the piano playing elegantly, had stopped playing at some point.
She was staring intently at him, her eyes red and swollen, as if she was about to burst into tears.
"Su Hao! You bastard, you froze up for half an hour with your eyes closed, I thought you'd kicked the bucket!"
"Oh, half an hour?"
Su Hao was stunned for a moment, revealing a completely bewildered expression.
.......
Let's rewind half an hour.
As the last note faded from the keys, its lingering resonance still echoed in the empty room...
Han Dong turned his head and saw Su Hao with his eyes tightly closed, as if he had stopped breathing.
It felt as if I had ascended to heaven, completely immersed in the lingering charm of the music.
At first, Han Dong even felt a sense of relief, like "a kindred spirit finding a kindred spirit."
For a classical music novice who might not even be able to distinguish between Mozart and Beethoven, to listen to his own performance with such a devout and focused attitude is a great respect for any performer.
But a minute passed.
Three minutes have passed.
Five whole minutes passed, and this guy was still standing there like a wooden stake, eyes closed, completely still!
Han Dong's relieved smile gradually disappeared, replaced by a lingering worry:
Are you feeling unwell anywhere?
Could it be a sudden, serious illness?
Or was it that my playing was simply not good enough, failing to "calm him down" and instead sending him to his death?
Just as Han Dong was filled with doubt and even wanted to push him forward.
Su Hao's lips suddenly moved very slightly, emitting a barely audible low muttering, like an old monk chanting sutras:
"...Perform boundary encoding. The transition rules...exhibit local convergence characteristics...only four topological forms...Psyduck, I think I understand."
Listen to this! What outrageous Martian vocabulary!
Each character, when broken down, is Chinese, but when put together, it exudes a sense of unfamiliarity that even oracle bone script pales in comparison!
Noticing the sudden change in the style of the scene, Han Dong walked over to Su Hao with a lot of questions in his eyes and carefully observed him.
Upon seeing this, Han Dong gasped in shock!
Beneath Su Hao's tightly closed eyelids, his eyeballs were rapidly rotating!
Even more bizarrely, his right hand was suspended in mid-air, his thumb, index finger, and middle finger strangely pinched together, as if he were holding an invisible, violent pen!
His entire wrist was writing some kind of incomprehensible scribbles in the air with extremely small movements!
"Mental rehearsal?!"
The word exploded in Han Dong's mind instantly.
What kind of international joke is this?!
it's here?
Now?!
Looking at the face of the person in front of me, sometimes ecstatic like someone who had won the lottery, and sometimes solemn like someone who had lost their father...
Han Dong suddenly realized that his earlier "artist's satisfaction" was just utterly ridiculous and a complete idiot!
But before the urge to smash his head with the piano lid erupted, an extremely strong thought flashed through her mind.
Although she couldn't understand a word of the obscure jargon Su Hao was muttering, a certain instinct among top geniuses made her suddenly realize:
His current state of being completely obsessed with his cultivation might be a crucial moment in his life that absolutely cannot be broken!
As an art student, she understands this feeling all too well!
The inspiration of the gods never takes into account the daily routines of mortals!
Because in her own tedious and long musical career, she had also stumbled upon this mysterious and profound realm.
She recalled the words spoken to her by a renowned German pianist during her brief period of instruction, a statement made with an almost reverent tone by the gray-haired titan of the field:
"My child, you must know how wondrous the human brain is; it cannot distinguish between the physical impact of reality and the wildest fantasies in one's mind."
If your mental strength is strong enough, your skills can be substantially improved even in the void simply by constructing and imagining in your mind.
Not only can you gain a better third-person perspective to understand the emotional trajectory of the entire piece, but even when you touch the keys again, your finger muscle memory will become smoother.
Of course, all of this is predicated on the following: you must be completely focused, as if you were in a life-or-death situation in actual combat!
It was because of this statement that Han Dong compromised.
To protect this sacred "inspiration," which is as crucial as a battlefield, a young piano prodigy ranked among the best in the world...
He gritted his teeth and stood guard over Su Hao for a full thirty minutes, like a protector guarding an old monk in seclusion!