160: Chapter 160 Yang Ge! You're famous!

As the Deputy Director of the Publicity Department of Beijing Forestry University spoke into a megaphone, the once crowded and jostling crowd of reporters finally quieted down significantly.

The Deputy Director's words hit them where it hurt. With such explosive breaking news, anyone who could secure an exclusive interview with Zhao Yang first would naturally earn a massive bonus and industry fame next month.

But the prerequisite was that they had to pass through the school's gatekeepers.

If they tried to force their way through the gates now just to grab a few meaningless photos, they would be blacklisted by Beijing Forestry University and completely lose their eligibility to enter in the afternoon. That would be a total loss.

After all, Zhao Yang's current whereabouts were entirely within the grasp of Beijing Forestry University. For these media professionals, offending the school authorities who held exclusive resources was the most unwise choice.

“Everyone, come one by one and register in line here first! When the press conference is held at two o'clock this afternoon, we will ask Student Zhao Yang for his opinion in advance.”

Looking at the slightly calmed crowd, the Deputy Director continued to shout into the megaphone: “If Student Zhao Yang is willing to accept interviews, we will arrange for him to come out and meet everyone then. Registered media outlets will be given the right to ask questions in order! Now, please show your press cards and go to the table on the left for real-name registration!”

With the official public guarantee from Beijing Forestry University, these originally anxious and irritable media practitioners gradually stopped their forward pushing.

A few leading reporters glanced at each other and put away their microphones and recording pens. The crowd began to move spontaneously to the left, honestly forming a long line in front of several makeshift long tables, taking out their credentials to register their names, affiliations, and contact information.

The security captain in the guardroom watched the crowd outside finally restore order. His tense back relaxed slightly, and he reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

...

At the same time, Beijing Forestry University, School of Life Sciences Men's Dormitory, Dorm Room 302.

The dormitory curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the piercing sunlight.

Zhao Yang was completely unaware of the media siege happening outside the school gates, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

His phone had long been set to silent mode and tossed under the pillow on his top bunk. The screen lit up from time to time due to missed calls, but no sound was emitted.

He remained seated at his desk, his eyes fixed intently on his laptop screen.

At this moment, his brow was tightly furrowed.

The LaTeX editor was open on the screen; he had encountered a problem with this Informatics paper titled "A Novel Asynchronous Distributed Framework for Ultra-Large-Scale Neural Network Training."

Zhao Yang's hands left the keyboard as he leaned back in his chair, his expression not looking good at all.

This was the first time he was attempting to write a top-tier theoretical paper purely by relying on his own knowledge base, without any help from finished literature directly provided by the system.

Before this, whether it was the sensational TIP image processing paper or the recently accepted paper in the Annals of Mathematics that solved a century-old problem like the twin prime conjecture, to be honest, it was all because of the system.

The system had directly provided the most perfect derivation processes and final conclusions. The work he did was essentially just being a porter for the system.

But this time was different.

Although his Informatics level had reached LV4, and although his IQ was as high as 173 after consuming the fruit of wisdom—reaching the limit of human intelligence—this did not mean he could produce scientific research results of this caliber without any obstacles.

An increase in subject level did not directly grant specific new technologies; instead, it greatly broadened his breadth of knowledge in that field and enhanced his sensitivity to Informatics knowledge.

An IQ of 173 gave him terrifying computational and logical deduction abilities.

Scientific research is a process of creating something from nothing, involving constant trial and error and logical reconstruction.

When the paper was about one-third through—specifically while constructing the delay compensation algorithm for the parameter server in asynchronous communication—he hit a bottleneck in the logical loop.

Under existing hardware computing power conditions, when the number of nodes increases to a certain point, the gradient staleness problem caused by asynchronous updates causes the convergence direction of the entire neural network to shift severely.

He had just deduced three different mathematical compensation models, all of which ultimately failed in simulation calculations.

Even with an IQ of 173, encountering unknown scientific bottlenecks was perfectly normal.

Zhao Yang exhaled softly and moved his gaze away from the screen.

He reached up to rub his throbbing temples, stood up from his chair, and stretched his stiff cervical spine.

Just then.

“Bang!”

The dormitory door was pushed open violently, hitting the door frame with a loud crash.

Li Tianqi, Wang Mian, and Sun Xu, his three roommates, rushed into the dorm.

All three were out of breath from running, their faces flushed with excitement.

“Brother Yang! Brother Yang!”

Li Tianqi rushed right up to Zhao Yang, holding up a newly bought smartphone, the screen almost shoved into Zhao Yang's face.

“You're famous! You're completely famous!”

“It’s not just famous, it’s explosive! Every major platform is talking about you and your paper! This momentum... the previous TIP paper can't compare at all! You've completely broken into the mainstream!”

Li Tianqi said excitedly as he looked at Zhao Yang.

Wang Mian panted heavily beside him, his eyes filled with a glimmer of excitement as he looked at Zhao Yang and spoke.

“We were playing games at the internet cafe, and as soon as we opened the Sina web page, the front-page headlines were all your name! In bold! The Annals of Mathematics published your paper on the proof of the twin prime conjecture!”

Sun Xu stood at the back, still carrying a plastic bag, so excited he stammered a bit: “Bro... Brother Yang, I just passed the school gate coming back from my shift at the cafeteria, and I saw reporters everywhere. There must be at least a hundred of them.”

The three of them spoke one after another, excitedly gesturing as they described the situation outside in the dormitory.

Listening to their descriptions, Zhao Yang's expression remained calm, and he only nodded slightly.

“Mhm.”

Seeing Zhao Yang's lack of reaction, the three roommates looked at each other, their original excitement dampened quite a bit by this excessive composure.

Before they could speak again, the sound of high heels clicking on the corridor floor tiles came from outside the dormitory.

Li Yan appeared at the door of Dorm Room 302.

Today, she wore a very formal black professional pencil skirt. Her black stockings were glossy and looked beautiful, and she wore a pair of black high heels with red soles, her temperament elegant and composed.

After the matters at home were resolved, Li Yan had regained her former pride and elegance.

“Zhao Yang, I'm glad you're here.”

Li Yan glanced at the other three in the dormitory and then spoke directly to Zhao Yang.

“Principal Zhou and the Dean of the School of Life Sciences are waiting for you in Conference Room No. 1 of the Administration Building. They asked me to come personally to bring you over.”