lerbook Chapter 78 Finding Information
Chapter 78 Finding Information
"Is it okay now?"
A crisp sound broke the silence.
Su Hao slowly opened his eyes and found that Han Dong, who had finished playing, was looking at him with a slightly expectant gaze.
"That's so touching," Su Hao praised sincerely.
Suddenly, a crystal-clear drop of liquid slid down Su Hao's cheek without warning, hitting the floor and shattering silently.
This was a physiological reaction that even he hadn't anticipated!
For Su Hao, who had suppressed all his emotions since childhood, the extreme tranquility just now, after letting down all his defenses, was a violent reaction from his sympathetic nervous system.
That sense of liberation, of being completely freed from the depths of one's soul, is mixed with a touch of indescribable sorrow, while at the same time it gives one a feeling of being reborn!
"Ah...ah? You're crying?"
Han Dong's smug expression instantly crumbled, a hint of uncontrollable panic flashed in his eyes, and he awkwardly looked away.
"Could it be... that you, you fool, have become so obsessed with me that you've gone to such extremes?"
You can cry just listening to me play the piano?!
A blush visibly crept up Han Dong's cheeks and down to his ears.
She was so flustered that she could only frantically fan her face with her hands, trying to cool down the burning heat.
Even if... even if you love me so much that you can't help yourself, this is still the first time we've met!
You're putting me in a really difficult position! But if you're really this honest…”
Before Han Dong could finish uttering his slightly stuttering, lewd words, Su Hao stood up expressionlessly.
He deftly picked up the pen and paper on the table, wrote down a string of characters, and then stuffed the note directly into her hand, which was still fanning herself.
"Math tutoring, right? Contact me again when you're clear-headed."
Then, with utmost calmness, he turned around without looking back and left the music room with extremely steady steps.
Han Dong, who remained where he was, lowered his head blankly and looked at the note that had been forcibly shoved into his hand.
[苏皓，2栋宿舍40号，138-00XX-XX00]
The handwriting was extremely neat, exuding a sharp and incisive quality.
Even the long string of numbers was written neatly and meticulously, as if it were printed text that had been precisely calculated.
Han Dong gripped the note tightly, his thin shoulders trembling slightly.
I don't know if she was angry or stunned by Su Hao's cool back view.
……
On Friday afternoon, all classes ended when the bell rang for the last class.
The weekend festivities are just around the corner, and the air is filled with a relaxed and joyful atmosphere.
Everywhere you look, there are groups of two or three people, either heading home or going out to squander their youth.
Only Su Hao, after leaving the teaching building, walked alone in the opposite direction from the bustling crowd.
He walked along the quiet path until a grand library came into view.
Su Hao pushed open the heavy glass door with a blank expression and stepped inside.
Unlike the hustle and bustle outside, the library is extremely quiet, with only the occasional rustling of pages turning.
He skillfully bypassed the popular books and went straight into the deepest archives room.
His gaze swept quickly across the rows of bookshelves, and after precisely selecting a few heavy books, he found an empty seat by the window and sat down.
With a soft "bang," several heavy, brick-like books were stacked on the table.
Harmony, Basic Music Theory, Tonal Structure, Music and the Brain, Music Psychology.
It can be said that Su Hao single-handedly brought over almost all the academic masterpieces on the intersection of music structure and psychology from this floor.
Leibniz, one of the founders of calculus and a polymath, once left behind a profound saying:
Nothing happens without a reason!
Su Hao strongly agrees with this viewpoint, which can be described as the fundamental logic of the world.
Since it wasn't without reason, then the question arises:
How can we scientifically explain the sense of peace I felt while listening to Han Dong play the piano, a feeling that reached deep into my soul and even soothed the psychological state of Psyduck?
This phenomenon, which can transcend the boundaries of the physical and the spiritual, must be underpinned by an extremely rigorous and absolutely reasonable logic.
To simply reduce all of this to a single, crude statement like "it sounded good" is an extremely ambiguous and academically worthless answer...
It's something that someone with Su Hao's level of intellect would never tolerate or accept.
Su Hao turned the pages extremely quickly, and all that could be heard was the rustling sound of the paper rubbing together.
Suddenly, his long, slender fingers stopped abruptly.
His gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed intently on a certain passage of text on the page.
"Pythagoras discovered that musical intervals can be explained by perfect mathematical proportions."
These words were like a bolt of lightning, cleaving through the fog before my eyes.
The seven-tone scale used in modern music, stripped of its artistic veneer, is essentially a mathematical proportional system constructed by Pythagoras and his school more than two thousand years ago!
Su Hao's terrifying mathematical intuition was also fully demonstrated in the extremely unfamiliar field of music.
The string length is reduced to half, which is an octave.
The ratio is 3:2, which is a perfect fifth.
The ratio is 4:3, which is a perfect fourth degree.
Look! How beautiful!
The simplest fractional proportions constitute the entire range of human emotional expression!
Su Hao pulled out a pen and began frantically drawing lines and writing dense numbers on the blank notebook.
Those cold numbers, under his pen, are connected into various curves, intertwined and collided, and in the end, they perfectly overlap with the arrangement of the black and white keys on a piano!
Starting with the main note, the notes, layered in a fixed proportion, eventually formed a complete, rigorous, and flawless system in Su Hao's mind.
The fog behind the phenomenon was cleaved by the sharp sword of mathematics, and the reasons gradually became clear!
Could it be that my subconscious mind, in a very short period of time, keenly captured the perfect mathematical proportions and ultimate harmonious beauty contained in Han Dong's performance?
However, this reasoning soon hit a dead end.
This is completely inexplicable. Why, when listening to the performances of other so-called masters, does his mind feel like a stagnant pool, unable to experience even the slightest bit of peace?
After eliminating all impossibilities, the only remaining explanation, however absurd, is the sole truth.
The unique rhythm and extremely subtle harmonic proportions she created, on a very special microscopic level, achieved a rare high degree of resonance with her own brainwave frequency or physiological rhythm!
Snapped!
Su Hao slammed the thick textbook shut.
Damn it, no way!
We absolutely cannot entrust our mental state indefinitely to Han Dong, an extremely uncontrollable individual!
This is an extremely foolish act!
He must find a way to save himself.
The only way to break the deadlock is to use the scalpel of mathematics to thoroughly analyze the underlying logic of her performance!