Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The fifth morning of the Academic Exchange.

A man in a suit quickly walked to the door of room 306 and politely reached out and knocked on the door.

“Mr. Ark, your report is about to begin. Would it be convenient for you now? ”

There was a noise in the room.

Soon after, the sound came out.

“Now? Wouldn't my report be this afternoon? ”

The man in the suit looked slightly awkward, coughed softly, and continued: “An hour later, to be exact, because of a minor accident, a Belgian reporter temporarily withdrew his paper because of a trip problem, and our lecture schedule was temporarily adjusted... haven't you seen the email address? ”

The room was silent for a while and an impatient sigh was heard.

“… wait for me to take a bath. ”

The member of the conference group relieved himself.

“We apologize for the inconvenience… Also, please do not wash too long. ”

……

In Lecture Hall 1, slightly larger than the staircase classroom of Jinling University, in Room 1, head down the stage, sitting about two or three hundred people. Some of them are unidentified small figures, and there is no shortage of scholarly bulls.

For example, Professor Pierre Deligne, a proud mentor of the late mathematical emperor Grotendic, such as Professor Wang Puping from Yanjing University...

Probably because of poor mental state, standing on a canoe on the podium, unexpectedly calm, not at all nervous, or frightened.

Correct the microphone, the ark sorted out the next line of speech, and after seeing the indication given by the staff of the conference services group that ”it can start”, slowly said.

“As you should have seen in my paper, as scheduled by the Conference Group, today's presentation should have been a study of the distribution pattern of Masons… But because of the task schedule of the Conference Group, this report, which should have appeared in the afternoon, would have been moved to the morning, please also allow me to make a small request for an appointment. ”

Paused for a moment, the ark looked at the conference crew next to him, “Can you hang a white board on it for me? ”

The staff of the conference group stunned and hesitated: “No problem, but the projection effect of the projector on the whiteboard was poor, and the people behind it might not be able to see it. ”

“Just give me another pen," the ark looked at the eye projector, "this thing can be turned off. ”

A lot of people under the stage are talking and talking, not knowing what the ark is going to do.

The staff of the Conference Services Group were equally curious, although it was clear that they had not met the stranger demands of the "geniuses" twice at a time, so they did so quickly, dragging a white board from the classroom next door.

After taking the marker pen from the staff of the conference group, the ark nodded and said "Thank you”, turning to face the whiteboard, took a deep breath, closed his eyes into the system space and turned on the inspiration time.

Last hour.

He'll be here to finish the final proof!

Open your eyes and lift the pen.

On the whiteboard, write down the first line of formula…

The atmosphere in the venue was a bit agitated just as the ark scrupulously wrote the proof process.

If you don't say anything, you don't even let PPT go. It's too unfriendly for the rookies who attended the first few academic meetings.

Two student-like people sitting in the back row packed up and left quietly.

The academic session lasted only a few days and there were only a few lectures to listen to. These 30 minutes were important for the reporters and for those who listened to the lectures.

As for the bulls who often attend various academic meetings, there is much to see, and the expression on their faces is not changing. They are concerned with the results produced by the reporter, not with the reporter himself…

When the ark wrote the tenth line of formula, the original expressionless Professor Deligne suddenly picked his eyebrows.

With his curly leg in a different position, he looked at the adjoining assistant professor, and he whispered, “Do you have the notebook? ”

Then the assistant professor stunned and quickly took out the notebook and pen, "Here you go. ”

“Thanks.”

With the notebook resting on her knees, Deligne stared at a line of formulas on the white board and her eyes grew more serious.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, Mr. Wang Qiping was also staring at the white board.

Though he is old enough not to be able to see anything on the board so easily, even with glasses, he still takes it very seriously and looks very carefully.

Sitting next to him was Yan Da's academic exchange group, which consisted of three undergraduate and one postgraduate students and a PhD student, among whom he had brought, as well as an old friend who had entrusted him with bringing him out to the world.

Staring straight ahead at the white board, Wei Wen frowned: “Screening method? What does he want? ”

Yeah, it is.

What does he want...

Mr. Wang is also thinking about this.

But when he saw the tenth line of the formula, his cloudy eyes squeezed in an instant and opened a hint of incredibility.

Seeing here, he probably guessed.

But I can't believe...

He's here to challenge the world's problems? Prove twin count guesses!?

Crazy or crazy...

“... Screening? He's proving Goldbach's suspicion of a second statement? No, no, this step...” Molina stares at the whiteboard, the tip of her pen pokes at the notebook on her hand, and her sapphire-like pupils gleam incredibly brilliantly, "... Professor Zelberg's paper published in The Mathematical Yearbook in '95 on the complementary study of the theory of sieves by topological methods... he's challenging twin speculation! ”

By the time the ark had written the 20th line formula, 30 percent of the people in the hall had understood what the reporter on the stage was really up to.

As for the rest of you, it doesn't matter if you don't understand.

Such an academic meeting is open in itself. It is difficult only to overdraft and be invited to report the paper. There is no very high threshold for enrollment. Instead, the organizer would be obliged to send you money. After all, the enrollment fee is not cheap.

And it doesn't matter if you don't sign up for 10,000 steps back.

This kind of semi-open academic meeting, although the conference group has access cards, doesn't check this stuff for coming in to lecture. So a lot of people who didn't sign up didn't prevent them from coming to the press conference and discussing mathematics with the "staller" of the academic poster.

The only difference is that they are unable to post their own posters, stay at the Princeton Hotel on the wrapped grounds, or attend cocktail parties on the first and last day.

Staring at the white board, Wei Wen gripped the pen and suddenly said: “Vinogradov's three-element theorem? ”

Professor Wang Qiping nodded: “Yes. ”

Wei Wen couldn't help but ask: "Professor… what exactly does he want? ”

Professor Wang Qiping smiled. “Oh, can't you see? ”

Wei Wenzhen shook his head, concentrating.

“Then keep watching.” Professor Wang Qiping sighed, looked at the white board on the stage, praised the place for nodding, and said softly, “Looks like this old Tang brought out a good seedling... next 20 years, you can expect it. ”

Didn't notice the movement in the venue, the attention of the ark has been completely focused on the whiteboard, the speed of each painting in the hand is not good, but extra caution, extra effort.

Time goes by, and the staff of the conference group standing by constantly looks at the watch.

Finally, with five minutes left, the staff member in the suit coughed and routinely cautioned that the QA session had not yet started.

“With five minutes remaining, the Rapporteur is requested to exercise control over the length of statements. ”

The ark stood motionlessly in front of the whiteboard, writing with a marker in its hand, as if it had not heard.

He has been completely blocked from outside interference. Even Chinese warnings may not be heard at this time, let alone brain translated English.

Finally, five minutes have passed.

The two staff members of the conference services group exchanged their views and were ready to take the stage to remind the spokesperson, who had forgotten the time and occasion.

However, at the very moment when one of the staff members had just taken office, a voice that was not bright but clear came from the first row of the floor.

“Let him continue. ”

The man who spoke was Pierre Deligne.

Seeing the big man, the staff subconsciously counseled him.

However, due to his duties, he still showed some difficulty, explaining to the old man: "But the next report will start soon...”

Putting the note aside, he stood up slowly, and Professor Deligne looked back at him and said slowly: “The next report will be temporarily adjusted to Alternate Lecture Room 4, where those who want to hear the next one can go first. ”

Voice down.

Ten seconds passed, nobody moved.

Nobody wants to move either.

Those who do not understand have long since left the scene and will not sit down until now.

And the rest of us, not only understand what the reporter is doing, but we've even seen some doorways.

Challenge world-class mathematical assumptions on the spot?

Anyone who dares to do this is either a genius or a lunatic!

If what is about to happen is not a great joke, then they who sit here at this moment are witnessing a great moment.

And either way, it's a cool thing for an "arrogant” Princeton...