Chapter 148 Flying

The distance from the conference room to the laboratory is less than thirty meters.

Normally, when people walk this route, they're either looking down at data or hurrying along.

But today, those thirty meters were walked unusually quietly and for an unusually long time.

The sorcerer walked at the front, holding a extinguished cigarette between his fingers.

Zhang Yuan clutched the draft paper torn from Chen Zhuo's notebook tightly, walking behind the sorcerer with large strides and heavy breathing. Lin Fang and the bespectacled boy followed behind, exchanging a glance without speaking, but their eyes conveyed a complex emotion of desperation. Chen Zhuo brought up the rear.

He held the dark blue hardcover notebook in his hand, his expression calm.

Push open the two heavy wooden doors of the laboratory.

"Buzz"

The rusty industrial fan continued its tireless roar in the corner, the gusts of wind rustling the scraps of paper on the table. The two Pentium microcomputers, their side panels removed, were still running, their screens still displaying the same despairing blue screen of death. Zhang Yuan strode over to the main computer.

He pulled out a chair, plopped down, and without any hesitation, pressed the restart button on the main unit panel.

The computer case emitted a dull hum, the screen flickered, and it began reloading the system.

The sorcerer walked over and stood behind Zhang Yuan, his hands behind his back, without saying a word.

Lin Fang and the boy with glasses also gathered around, standing on either side.

Chen Zhuo did not move closer to the computer.

He walked back to his secluded workstation near the door, placed his backpack on the chair, opened his notebook and laid it flat on the table, then unscrewed the cap of his water cup and took a sip. "Get to the low-level codebase."

The sorcerer looked at the screen and spoke.

Zhang Yuan nodded and placed his hands on the keyboard, which was already worn smooth and shiny.

The sound of keyboard clicks filled the air amidst the roar of the fan, a rapid, rapid clatter as Zhang Yuan brought up the core computing module that had been troubling them for half a month. The screen was filled with green English letters and complex partial differential equation code, like an impenetrable wall pressing down on everyone's hearts. This was the culmination of their hard work over the past two weeks, and also the root cause that had driven them to their doom.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath.

He moved the mouse, and the cursor stopped at the initial position with time step t=0.

Then, he pressed the left mouse button and dragged it down.

One line, ten lines, one hundred lines, two hundred lines...

The entire length of the continuous equation code, representing the intense compression of fluid within the tunnel and the microscopic motion of air molecules, was highlighted. Zhang Yuan's finger hovered over the delete button, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Once the button is pressed, the physical process that has been deduced day and night for the past two weeks will be completely wiped out.

"delete."

The sorcerer's voice came from behind without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and pressed down with one finger.

The screen suddenly jumped upwards.

Those hundreds of lines of complex code vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving only an empty cursor blinking forlornly between the two lines. Zhang Yuan turned his head, unfolded the draft paper he had been clutching, and placed it next to the keyboard.

The paper was crumpled from his grip.

Zhang Yuan looked at the neatly arranged discrete algebraic matrices on the paper, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Zhuo sitting in the corner.

"Xiao Zhuo."

Zhang Yuan shouted loudly, drowning out the sound of the fan.

"Should it be directly attached to the output port of the initial kinetic energy?"

Chen Zhuo put down his water glass and turned his head.

"right."

Chen Zhuo's voice wasn't loud, but his pronunciation was very clear.

"No need to change the preconditions. Keep the initial velocity and air density of the train entering the tunnel. Starting from line 402, directly type in the matrix and connect the peak pressure variable at the exit." Zhang Yuan withdrew his gaze and placed his hands back on the keyboard.

This time, the keyboard clicks were slow and heavy.

Zhang Yuan checked every parenthesis, every algebraic term, and every nonlinear compensation constant twice before typing them into the computer.

It took less than five minutes.

Just a few lines of code, embedded all alone in the originally large and complex underlying program.

It looks too flimsy.

It's like cutting off the flow of a raging river and then laying down a seemingly unreasonable iron plate. "All done."

Zhang Yuan stopped what he was doing, looked at the screen, and then turned to look at the sorcerer.

The Taoist priest wasn't wearing his reading glasses; he was just staring intently at the few lines of newly added code.

"save."

The sorcerer's throat moved up and down.

"Compile and run."

Zhang Yuan pressed save.

Then, the mouse moved to the triangular run button at the top of the screen.

He pressed down hard on the left mouse button with his index finger.

The atmosphere in the entire laboratory froze completely at that moment.

The boy with glasses instinctively took a half step back, holding his breath. Lin Fang gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the monitor. The screen flickered.

A black command prompt window popped up.

A white progress bar appears in the center of the screen, with the current simulation timeline jumping around it.

The hard drive inside the computer case made a slight clicking sound, and the indicator lights on the motherboard began to flash rapidly.

The progress bar is moving very fast.

But everyone's hearts were in their throats.

As the progress bar moved forward, the CPU cooling fan inside the two open cases began to spin up noticeably.

The roar of the machines, which had been suppressed by the large fans, was now clearly audible to everyone.

Zhang Yuan's body involuntarily leaned forward, his nose almost touching the screen.

Lin Fang bit her lower lip, her face turning pale.

They got a blue screen here last night.

The boy wearing glasses clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

coming.

That critical point that had driven the entire research team to despair for half a month, burned countless memory sticks, and even forced Fang Shi to abandon all ethical standards and resort to fabrication—the numbers on the screen flickered.

The progress bar suddenly stopped.

The cursor has stopped blinking.

A muffled groan of strain emanated from the computer case, like a heavy truck struggling to climb a hill, its engine roaring under immense pressure. The screen froze completely.

The boy with glasses closed his eyes, sighed in despair, and slumped his head.

Lin Fang's eyes instantly reddened. She turned her head away, afraid to look at the screen again, lest she hear that familiar, heartbreaking beeping sound the next second. Zhang Yuan gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the motionless screen.

one second.

The fan is still roaring.

two seconds.

The hard drive inside the computer case emitted an extremely harsh scraping sound.

three seconds.

The screen remained frozen at 0.010 seconds.

Zhang Yuan's eyes dimmed completely. He released his grip on the armrest and prepared to press the forced shutdown button.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the front panel of the computer case.

The screen flickered very faintly.

Followed by.

The progress bar, which had been stuck as if frozen in place, jumped forward one step.

There was no unnecessary delay.

There was no blue screen, and no alarm sounded.

The microcomputer swallowed the enormous energy black box, burped, and continued on its way!

Zhang Yuan's hand froze in mid-air.

His eyes widened slowly, his pupils trembling violently, his mouth slightly open, and a sound like a bellows leaking air came from his throat. The progress bar raced faster and faster.

After crossing that critical point, the road ahead was smooth sailing.

"It's over..."

The boy wearing glasses muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

"It's really over..."

As time progressed, a data monitoring window suddenly popped up on the right side of the main control computer screen.

That's downstream parameter feedback.

The dam has breached.

Lines of green numbers and characters poured down the screen like a floodgate opening, so fast that the exact values ​​were impossible to discern; all that could be seen was a green waterfall rapidly refreshing. Lin Fang lunged at the table, bracing herself against it with both hands, her entire body almost touching the screen.

"The lateral flutter data is in! The aerodynamic pressure distribution is continuous!"

Lin Fang's voice was clearly choked with sobs, tears welling up in her eyes, but her gaze was frighteningly bright.

"Mine! Watch my wake!"

The boy with glasses squeezed in and pointed to the rapidly scrolling code at the bottom of the screen.

"The point of separation of the wake vortex street is 1.2 meters behind the front of the car, and the vortex intensity meets the expected Reynolds number! No gibberish, absolutely no gibberish!" The air in the laboratory, which had been suppressed for half a month, was completely ignited in this instant.

It was the ecstatic joy of rain after a long drought, the relief of being pardoned from the execution ground.

The sorcerer stood at the back, watching the screen flood with data.

The old dean, who had weathered countless storms and spent most of his life dealing with physics and engineering, had a slight tremor in his lips at this moment.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Zhang Yuan".

The sorcerer's voice was somewhat strained, carrying a hint of urgency that he himself was unaware of.

"Error log after review"

"Check the convergence limit!"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, briefly extinguishing the fervor in Zhang Yuan's mind.

Correct.

Running it successfully is only half the battle.

If the nonlinear compensation term fails to cover the error, leading to an energy imbalance, then the resulting data will be a pile of useless garbage. Zhang Yuan's fingers trembled as he gripped the mouse.

He opened the command runtime library and entered a query command.

Press Enter.

A line of white system logs instantly appeared on the screen.

Zhang Yuan stared intently at the string of numbers.

00:00168.

He quickly rounded up in his mind.

Seventeen out of ten thousand.

Not bad at all.

The number that the junior apprentice sitting in the corner casually wrote on the blackboard in the conference room was perfectly accurate, down to the last detail. It was as if the program wasn't calculated by a computer, but rather obediently reciting lines from Chen Zhuo's script.

Zhang Yuan was stunned.

He stared at the number, his mind blank.

Just a second ago, he thought the world was in accordance with common sense.

A second later, he felt that the world was crazy.

The sorcerer also saw that number.

He didn't speak.

He slowly took off his somewhat worn-out reading glasses, held them in his hand, then raised his hand and rubbed his slightly sore temples.

He exhaled a long, long breath.

Stable.

The national-level project has been saved.

Not only did they save it, but they also used this completely genuine, logically autonomous underlying algorithm to give their mid-term report to their superiors. Instead of being criticized, it would become the most brilliant bombshell of the entire operation. The laboratory fell into absolute silence for about three seconds.

Only the industrial fans continued their tireless roar.

Three seconds later.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Zhang Yuan slammed his hand on the desk in front of him.

The force was so great that it made the enamel water tank on the edge of the table, which was printed with the words "Labor is the most glorious," jump up.

The water tank tipped over and fell onto the cement floor with a loud clatter, spilling the remaining half-cup of coffee liqueur all over the floor.

But nobody paid any attention to that cup.

Zhang Yuan kicked the swivel chair behind him, and the chair slid out and crashed into the iron frame.

He turned around, his bloodshot eyes filled with a utterly out-of-control frenzy.

He let out a meaningless, extremely primal howl.

"ah!!!"

That triumphant cry was like a fuse.

The boy with glasses ripped off his glasses and slammed them on the table, then yelled and jumped up. Lin Fang covered her face, squatted on the ground, crying and laughing at the same time, her shoulders shaking violently.

This group of top-notch doctoral and master's students, these researchers who are usually so refined and cultured on campus, have now completely shed their facade of civility and transformed into wild beasts breaking free of their cages. They pace around the cramped laboratory, patting each other on the shoulder, shouting and laughing.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily.

His gaze swept around the laboratory, finally settling on the person sitting at the workstation near the door.

Chen Zhuo was closing the book "Fundamentals of Aerodynamics".

He stood up, neatly stacked the book and the hardcover notebook together, put them into his canvas backpack, and then zipped it up.

He turned around and met Zhang Yuan's eyes, which were like those of a hungry wolf.

Zhang Yuan didn't speak; he answered Chen Zhuo directly with his actions.

He pounced like a cheetah.

"Old Liu! Stop him!"

Zhang Yuan roared.

The bespectacled boy, sensing the danger, moved quickly, walking around from the computer desk and, together with Zhang Yuan, blocking Chen Zhuo's path on either side with remarkable coordination. Chen Zhuo was taken aback.

He looked at his two senior brothers, whose eyes were bloodshot and who were panting heavily, and took a half step back, feeling a bad premonition.

There was absolutely no nonsense.

Zhang Yuan grabbed Chen Zhuo's left arm, while the boy called Lao Liu held tightly to Chen Zhuo's right arm. Without even discussing it, the two of them squatted down and exerted force in perfect unison. "Up!"

Zhang Yuan's face flushed red as he roared.

Chen Zhuo felt a lightness under his feet.

This group of researchers, who often stay up all night and lack exercise, unleashed astonishing physical strength at this moment.

They forcefully lifted Chen Zhuo up from the ground and held him above their heads.

Holy crap!

Even the most composed Chen Zhuo couldn't hold back his emotions at this moment.

"Get out of here!"

Old Liu also joined in the shouting.

The two men suddenly thrust their arms upwards.

Chen Zhuo was thrown into the air.

The feeling of weightlessness hits instantly.

His gaze swept across the air, and Chen Zhuo saw the yellowed ceiling of the laboratory, the large green industrial fan spinning in the corner, the Fang Shi standing behind him with a look of astonishment followed by a laugh, and Lin Fang squatting on the ground, looking up at him as she wiped away her tears.

"then!"

Chen Zhuo fell and was caught steadily by two strong arms. Then, without any pause, he was tossed high into the air again.

"Again!"

Zhang Yuan and Lao Liu had completely lost their minds, laughing and roaring as they tossed Chen Zhuo into the air again and again.

The fans in the lab were roaring, and scraps of paper on the table were being blown around.

When it was thrown to its highest point for the third time, it was less than a meter away from the industrial fan.

Chen Zhuo lowered his head, looked down at Zhang Yuan who was laughing wildly with red eyes, and shouted loudly.

"Senior brother!"

"Throw it a little to the left!"

Chen Zhuo watched the green fan blades getting closer and closer to him.

"Any more off-center and they'd throw me right into the fan!"