In the shadow of the great prayer wheel 1.6
They were young, 8 and 9 year olds, sitting at wooden desks in traditional Chinese school uniforms, blackboard at the front of the room, one child is struggling. A math problem is written on the chalkboard on top of the scratched, once green shiny walls, 8 - 6 = , he doesn't seem to know the answer, stands there, looks back to the class room, his friend raises his right hand with 2 fingers pointed up. He turns back to the chalkboard and tentatively writes a small v, 8 - 6 = v, that can't be right, erases it with his hand, stares back at the board.
He stops again, looks back at his friend, who raises his hand with 2 fingers pointed up, and then he stares past his friend, past the back of the class room, he turns around again and writes 8 - 6 = 2 * 11 ** 22 √33 = 2.55. The teacher working furiously on his scientific calculator was unable to reproduce the boy's work, was about to discipline him, when:
KNOCK KNOCK
Professor Chun, esteemed head of the mathematics department at the local university was at the Qinghai schoolroom door. He said excuse me, I felt I should be here and now I know why. He walked up and put his arm around the boy and said come with me son.
He stops again, looks back at his friend, who raises his hand with 2 fingers pointed up, and then he stares past his friend, past the back of the class room, he turns around again and writes 8 - 6 = 2 * 11 ** 22 √33 = 2.55. The teacher working furiously on his scientific calculator was unable to reproduce the boy's work, was about to discipline him, when:
KNOCK KNOCK
Professor Chun, esteemed head of the mathematics department at the local university was at the Qinghai schoolroom door. He said excuse me, I felt I should be here and now I know why. He walked up and put his arm around the boy and said come with me son.
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