Chapter 1275: Greed Has Bad Luck (Part 2)

For Tony Stark, this should have been a very ordinary day. It was already noon when he woke up. He heated a hamburger in the microwave, ate it, and then began to devote himself to research work.

In the afternoon, he went to the base in the Alliance of Light dream, held a regular meeting as usual, and after finishing everything, sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to let his inspiration flow freely.

Things should have been like this, but such an ordinary day ended with Shiler asking him a question with a very serious expression—"What is a Markov chain?".

Stark grabbed the wrist of Shiler's hand pressing on his shoulder, then touched his forehead with his other hand, looked at him with brown eyes, and said, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

This was a sentence Stark hadn't been able to scold even when Shiler took his arm to go to Death to trade back his parents. He rarely used profanity in front of this psychiatrist.

Mathematics, a magical discipline, magical in that when anyone who doesn't belong to this discipline says a noun belonging to this discipline, it can instantly bring any scene into the analysis of psychiatry.

Math makes fools into lunatics.

But Shiler isn't a fool; he's just a lunatic. He's crazy enough without math, so why would he have a relationship with this discipline?

Stark dragged Shiler to his table, pressed Shiler into a chair to let him sit down, and sat on the other side himself.

"First, I have to confirm, you are talking about the Markov chain in mathematical models, right? Not some reporting code you and Nick agreed on?"

Shiler seemed a bit dazed, as if his thoughts weren't completely here. After a while, he suddenly woke up, looked into Stark's eyes, and nodded.

Just as Stark was about to speak, Shiler suddenly accelerated his speech: "Fine, don't ask me what's wrong, and don't ask why. I just suddenly became interested in math. With your genius level, it shouldn't be difficult to explain what that damn mathematical model is, right?"

Stark wrinkled his face, revealing a somewhat difficult expression. According to common sense, he should have pursued the question. It's just that, having been with Shiler for so long, he also knew many of this doctor's plans. The tip of the iceberg exposed to the water looked strange and contrary to common sense.

And when the whole iceberg was exposed, people would be shocked by its magnificence. This is Shiler's style of doing things. He also isn't a person who likes to explain his plans.

And Stark happened to feel a bit guilty about his over-corrective treatment actions before, especially when Charles mentioned his relationship with Erik. He felt that the tense atmosphere he created for Shiler might really affect the relationship between the two of them.

Stark felt a bit guilty, so he was exceptionally obedient. He tried hard to clear the curiosity in his brain and filled the blank with countless knowledge.

"Are you looking for an explanation of this noun? Or its theorems and formulas? Or its application scenarios?" Stark asked several questions first.

Shiler immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that this genius would also take out a piece of ghost-drawn symbols and tell him this was the foundation of the foundation, couldn't be simpler, and he had to learn them because he was Iron Man.

Fortunately, Iron Man speaks human language.

But soon, Shiler discovered that he had thought a bit too simply. The difficulty of this subject doesn't fluctuate with how genius the person teaching it is. Iron Man speaks human language, but math doesn't.

Stark explained as directly as possible to Shiler what a mathematical model is, how mathematical models are classified, and how they are applied.

There were no problems with this part. Shiler could fully understand these definitions, but actually, he didn't need Stark to explain them; he had read the materials and could remember them.

But when Stark really started to explain the principles, very unsurprisingly, he filled a whole blank sheet of paper within 5 minutes, all ghost-drawn symbols, even more terrifying than the paper Batman printed out.

As Batman said, Iron Man's genius isn't the same type as his. Iron Man is full of spirituality; he is a genius whose thinking is manic and always full of inspiration. This means that when he explains, he often lets his thinking wander, and while explaining, he will suddenly pull to deeper applications.

"Yes, the key lies in the discrete-time stochastic process. You must remember this part; this is an important proposition in application. Of course, you don't have to remember so many complicated formulas. In application, formulas are the least important. The key is to grasp the fit between case analysis and model establishment."

"For example, I have established mathematical models for all versions of the Arc Reactor. Using the Arc Reactor on my body as an example, you should know the principle of how the Arc Reactor works, right?"

"I... should I know?" Shiler asked with a blank face.

Stark revealed an extremely helpless expression and said: "You stay in my laboratory every day. I have built over 20 versions of the Arc Reactor in front of you. I even gave you a model. How could you not know the working principle?"

"When have you built an Arc Reactor in front of me?" Shiler asked, very confused.

Stark stared at him. The brown eyes that were always full of moisture really contained a bit of sadness and grievance. He spread his hands to Shiler and said: "I've been shaking in front of you for so long, and I've shown you so many small details of my genius inspiration. I thought you understood them all!"

"I..." Shiler smacked his lips and said: "I know you are very sad, but you should stop being sad first. You are teaching me math, not me giving you psychotherapy."

Stark sighed long and said: "Fine, you've heard of new elements, right?... Oh my god, stop looking at me with that look. I saw a kind of clear stupidity in it!"

Stark stared into Shiler's eyes. He really wasn't joking. He had never seen such a blank expression on Shiler, to the point that the corners of his eyes drooped, appearing exceptionally non-aggressive. In human terms, he was sleepy.

Indeed, Shiler's eyelids began to droop. But just a second before he was about to sink into a dream, he suddenly woke up again and screamed: "No! Batman! I'm not looking at any damn mathematical analysis!"

Stark wanted to question Shiler about who Batman was, but Shiler grabbed his wrist and said: "Stop thinking about your Arc Reactor! Can you start from the foundation?"

Stark sat back in his seat, pulled his hand out of Shiler's hand lightly, pointed his finger at the paper full of Markov chain formulas, and said: "This is already the foundation."

Shiler and Stark stared at each other.

Stark explained helplessly: "Let's put it this way, if you substitute the Arc Reactor into this kind of written formula, then maybe the whole Stark Tower couldn't hold so much paper."

"Actually, it's not that complicated at all." Stark didn't know what to say. He explained hard: "When I perform invention and creation, I don't deduce from 1 to 10, but see 1 and associate it with 1000. After getting the result of 1000, I go to think about what fits 1000, or deduce in reverse to 1 through several numbers within 1000."

"That's why I said those formulas aren't important. Those aren't formulas, just our instincts. These things won't even stay in my brain for 0.001 seconds during the process of my thinking. What appears in my brain is directly the result, so I really can't explain the process to you!"

Seeing Shiler's eyelids drooping again, Stark took a deep breath. He grabbed Shiler's hand hard and said: "Fine, there's nothing the genius Stark can't do. When I go to pick up Helen, I really should have stayed in her kindergarten a while longer to learn how the teachers there teach!"

"Come, let's draw a picture first. Look at this model, and then let's look at the first formula. According to the development of the system, time is discretized as n=0, 1, 2..."

Stark deliberately slowed down his speech and read every word very clearly. He first drew a cube on the paper, cut the cube apart with a few lines, and then led out a few other lines and wrote a bunch of nouns.

Of course, the formula he wrote at the beginning was very simple, with only one letter and a few numbers. Stark also thoughtfully explained words like "system" and "time discretization."

Developing to this point, everything was still under control. But it was precisely because Stark's speech was too slow and too detailed when he spoke, that Shiler started to feel a bit sleepy while listening.

He was trying hard to concentrate, constantly brushing his hair back, or even shaking his head, to keep himself from being distracted.

But many people understand that when it develops to this degree, distraction is almost inevitable.

Shiler swore he only distracted for two seconds. There is a clock in his Thinking Tower. Not needing a timer to time for him is a basic skill. But after two seconds passed, the nature of the matter changed.

Stark had already written to the end of a sheet of paper. How to describe what he did within these two seconds? It can only be said that if paper could pray, God would also shed a tear for Stark's behavior of raping its brain.

Suddenly, the whole paper was filled with "m"s falling to the ground, "u"s hitting the ground with their heads, "x"s that looked heavy enough to crush people, "p"s with a series of small tails, "j"s, "n"s, "a"s, "i"s that were sometimes big and sometimes small, "()"s that never knew where they started or ended, and "——"s that seemed to split something but seemed to split nothing.

"Alright, this is the basic theorem of the regular chain. It's actually not difficult, right? You must firmly remember this one necessary and sufficient condition and the two theorems..."

With a "bang," Shiler's head hit the table completely, his soul flew out of his body, in short, died on the spot.

But this was actually just his hallucination. He couldn't even die, because Death wouldn't accept him.

Actually, according to common sense, Shiler's IQ was fully capable of understanding this mathematical knowledge. Actually, according to common sense, the IQ of most people could also understand this knowledge. This was far from reaching the limit of the brain.

But humans are just so strange. When you have enough IQ and enough diligence, another kind of maddening situation will still appear, which can be summarized as—this knowledge, it just doesn't enter the brain!

Shiler was encountering this situation now. His reason told him that his brain could understand what Stark was saying. His brain indicated that his reason was right, and then kicked this knowledge out.

According to the normal process, when Shiler acquires knowledge, the personality controlling the body surfacing opens the memory warehouse in the Thinking Palace, categorizes the recorded fragments, and if needed, retrieves them for understanding.

And the situation Greed was encountering now was that the memory warehouse was opened, the moving action was already set up, the ghost-drawn symbols full of paper walked to the door, looked inside the warehouse, and committed suicide on the spot.

This made Shiler feel a kind of grief and indignation. It wasn't that he abandoned math, but that math abandoned him.

Of course, math won't abandon anyone. Math won't, just won't. ===== CHAPTER 1276 =====