"Continuing my postgraduate studies means I won't have to leave school, but how can I save Ye Zhetai?"
Walking out of the office, Yang Xuebin pondered in secret.
Ye Zhetai was a pure scholar, and also a proud man.
He would rather be martyred than abandon the truth.
Therefore, trying to persuade Ye Zhetai to bow his head was an impossible task.
Saving Ye Zhetai was not just about completing the system's mission.
Having merged with the memories of this life, he knew of Ye Zhetai's appreciation and care for him over the past four years; how could he bear to see him die a violent death?
Walking out of the teaching building, the midday sun was scorching.
Yang Xuebin looked up at the cloudless sky, so vast and deep.
Before it, how insignificant humanity was!
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and his thoughts jumped out of this era, realizing that there were still some people who had not been affected at all.
Those were the people involved in important national defense projects.
"If Ye Zhetai could be sent to these important national defense projects, he would surely escape this calamity."
Yang Xuebin murmured softly.
In the field of physics, Ye Zhetai enjoyed a very high reputation.
He was knowledgeable and versatile, not only in astrophysics but also deeply accomplished in nuclear physics.
Thinking of this, a bold idea appeared in his mind.
He had no power to influence others to transfer Ye Zhetai into these crucial national defense projects; nor could he persuade Ye Zhetai to apply proactively, but he did have a 'natural ally'.
That was Shao Lin.
As Ye Zhetai's wife, Shao Lin possessed extremely keen insight.
She had long sensed that something was subtly wrong, and therefore had long ago changed the names of many physics terms.
For instance, Ohm's Law was renamed the Law of Resistance, Maxwell's Equations became Electromagnetic Equations, and so on, clearly delineating boundaries with the West.
He genuinely couldn't persuade Ye Zhetai, but he could persuade Shao Lin.
In the original work, Shao Lin, for her own safety, did not hesitate to betray and expose Ye Zhetai, indicating that she was a person who cherished her life and understood how to assess the situation, so persuading her would certainly not be difficult.
"Meeting Shao Lin shouldn't be rushed; it would seem too deliberate."
"It's better to finish the thesis as soon as possible, and then go to Ye Zhetai's home under the pretext of submitting the thesis."
...Over the next few days, Yang Xuebin immersed himself in the library writing his thesis, oblivious to external affairs.
But the matter of his pulsar prediction had gradually spread.
At first, it only circulated within a small scope in the physics department, but later, somehow, it completely spread throughout the entire school.
Everyone was shocked and discussed it animatedly.
Ultimately, it was because there were too few forms of entertainment in this era.
In the relatively closed environment of a university, any slight disturbance would become common knowledge.
Regarding Yang Xuebin's prediction of the pulsar, some people strongly supported him, believing it was a national advancement and an honor for the country, which could greatly boost national confidence.
But others believed it was just a prediction, and with no thesis even published yet, it was too early to celebrate.
Both sides held their own opinions and often engaged in fierce debates.
The school did not stop these debates.
This was a characteristic of the era.
Everyone was actually waiting, waiting for Yang Xuebin's thesis, waiting for news from the Miyun Astronomical Observatory.
A tense yet expectant atmosphere gradually permeated the entire campus... Time flowed by, and in a blink, seven days had passed.
During these seven days, Yang Xuebin worked tirelessly, finally completing the entire thesis at 10 PM on May 31st.
He spent five days on the mathematical model of the star.
This was the core of the thesis.
The entire thesis was completed in just two days.
Putting down his pen, Yang Xuebin organized the thick thesis and let out a long breath of stale air: "It's finally done. Completing this thesis has completely merged my two lifetimes of memories and knowledge, also raising my mathematics level by one."
At the end, a smile spread across his face.
Times are developing, and science is also developing, and mathematics is naturally no exception.
Computer algorithms heavily rely on mathematics, so a top computer expert must also have profound accomplishments in mathematics.
The Yang Xuebin in the real world possessed a master's degree in mathematics.
Name: Yang Xuebin.
Talent: Hard work pays off.
Basic Sciences:
Informatics: LV5 (12000 / 15000)
Mathematics: LV5 (10240 / 15000)
Physics: LV4 (9900 / 10000)
Chemistry: LV3 (1990 / 5000)
Biology: LV3 (1980 / 5000)
Skills:
Fishing: LV3 (3600 / 5000)
Billiards: LV1 (89 / 100)
...System Missions: 1 (omitted), 2 (omitted), 3 (omitted), 4 (omitted).
Not only did Mathematics rise to LV5, but Physics experience also increased significantly, just one hundred short of LV5.
But precisely these hundred experience points felt like a bottleneck, requiring considerable accumulation of foundation...
When he returned to the dormitory, his roommates were still awake.
Everyone sat at the long table, diligently reviewing various books or Literature and racking their brains to write their graduation theses.
"You're back, how's the thesis coming along?"
Seeing Yang Xuebin return, the tall and robust Fang Yueming asked as usual.
The others also looked up.
Yang Xuebin held up the thesis in his hand and smiled slightly: "It's finished."
"Good heavens, you've finished it! Let us see!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Li Yan, who was closest to Yang Xuebin, stood up and reached for Yang Xuebin's thesis.
"You guys look, I'm going to wash my face!"
Yang Xuebin let go.
He took a towel and basin and left the dormitory.
Li Yan, getting the thesis, eagerly sat down, and the others gathered around him.
Five heads huddled together, their eyes intently reading the thesis.
Word by word.
At first, the reading difficulty wasn't great.
But the further they read, the more strenuous it became, especially the mathematical model of the star; they were utterly bewildered, completely at a loss, their faces blank with confusion.
Ultimately, they chose to give up.
The five looked at each other, silent for a long time.
One of them sighed: "Indeed, the world of a top student is beyond our comprehension. We've all spent four years in university, so why can't we even understand his thesis?"
"Don't feel inferior, I'm already used to it anyway, haven't you guys?"
"I told you not to look at his thesis, but you insisted. Now you've brought humiliation upon yourselves."
"Although I don't understand it, I just feel like it's very impressive, perhaps Yang Xuebin's prediction is really correct."
"That's enough, let's go to bed, I don't have the energy to look up more information."
...At the same time.
Miyun Astronomical Observatory.
Ye Wenjie sat in front of the oscilloscope, wearing headphones, carefully listening to the sounds from outer space.
Radio telescopes are not like optical telescopes; they receive electromagnetic waves.
Theoretically, there is no difference between observing during the day and at night.
However, for Earth, the sun itself is a huge source of electromagnetic waves, so the best observation time for a radio telescope is actually at night, to avoid interference from solar radiation.
It can receive radio waves from celestial bodies in space, used to measure their radio intensity, spectrum, and polarization.
To receive the pulsed signals from the pulsar, Ye Wenjie and Professor Wang did a lot of work.
For example, fine-tuning it to achieve higher sensitivity;
For example, pointing the radio telescope to different areas of the sky every night, and so on.
The work of observing the night sky was actually very monotonous.
But Ye Wenjie had a quiet disposition and didn't feel bored; on the contrary, her passion kept her energized.
"Eh!"
Suddenly, Ye Wenjie stood up abruptly.
She saw periodic, regular electric waves appearing on the oscilloscope, and they were very precise at 1.337 seconds.
This feeling was as if someone in the starry sky was winking at her.
Or like electromagnetic waves modulated by an alien civilization, greeting her across an unknown number of light-years.
"Professor, Professor!"
Ye Wenjie shouted excitedly.
She knew.
They had found it.
The pulsar.