Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Surprised.

Surprise.

Unbelievable.

Everyone lost their voices.

In the lecture hall, dead silence.

Breaking the silence is an old man.

He stood up and clapped.

Pfft, pfft...

The applause gradually sounded, diffusing from the first row, backwards.

From a small leaching rain to a heavy rain in the ladder.

Pā pā pā pā pā -!

It's not just applause.

Back row students stood up, whistled and cheered.

Whether you're a Princeton student, a Princeton City night school student, or someone who's traveling thousands of miles to attend this math conference...

At this moment.

Together they witnessed a great moment!

The question mark on the mathematics hall was gently drawn by a black pen.

At the same time.

A genius, rise at this moment.

The whole lecture hall, filled with applause.

The applause followed his footsteps and drifted outside the lecture hall.

Standing next to the podium, the staff member who had previously prepared to go on stage to remind the ark that it was time to end, although unable to read the proof process on the whiteboard, could not help but cheer up the applause, driven by the atmosphere.

The colleague next to him couldn't help stabbing him in the arm with his finger and whispering.

“If you interrupted his thinking at the time, you could be the one who made a name for yourself in mathematical history at this moment. ”

“In what name? ”

“The inspirational terminator, an intern at the Federal Mathematics Institute named George, strangled a mathematical genius himself. ”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Francis will kill me. ”

Francis is the president of the Federal Mathematics Institute, an old man who seemed to have a charitable purpose, always swallowed his tone.

Occasionally, however, they are also exposed.

The conversation between the two men was concealed by applause.

Under the podium.

Listen to the unfailing applause, stare at the formula on the white board, Wei Wen's heart suddenly lost, slightly dull voice with a hint of incredibility: “Unfolded? ”

Is that his opponent?

Is this the strong man he yearns to defeat in the Mezzaign?

The memories of the defeat of the National Games are fresh, and the victory of the American Games in February is imminent, and he, who was reunited with his opponent in Princeton, should have raised his head and faced the challenge. At this moment, however, his heart is completely deodorant.

Frustration?

Not...

Lost?

Kind of.

It was as if that person had gone far, had trampled the void and entered another realm.

Neither the college entrance exam nor the gold medal of the International Olympic Mathematics Competition, nor the admiration of his classmates, can fill the gap even if all the glory he possesses is thrown into it.

He lost a respectable opponent.

It's not about winning or losing, it's just...

It was understated and dumped behind.

Keeping an eye on Professor Wang Qiping on the white board, he nodded slowly when he heard the student's question.

With a pleasant tone, the old gentleman said softly: "Well, it's unraveled! ”

Afterlife is frightening...

With emotion in his heart, the old man also made up his mind.

When you get back, write a letter recommending this talent to the top to participate in the selection of talent for the 10,000-person program!

No, I'll write it once at the hotel and then I'll go home.

Not only that, but also pull up old Tang and a few old guys to sign together.

Age, seniority, education, for this talent is not a problem at all, it is those doctoral students who have been selected, how many more can do this? If such a person can't stay, it's not just a joke, it's a huge loss!

There is no shortage of Chinese in the Fields Prize, but China needs a Fields Prize.

From that young man, Professor Wang saw hope...

……

Those things on the blackboard have been engraved in the hearts of the ark and will not be forgotten for a while.

Will it be plagiarized?

Well, at least two editors of the Mathematics Yearbook are sitting under the stage, and most of them are not likely to contribute to a journal or academic conference.

Finally solved the problem, walked off the ark of the podium and didn't want to do anything, just want to go back to the hotel to lie down and get some sleep, whatever it is, wait until the next day.

However, he clearly underestimated what he had just done, and how cool it was for Princeton Mathematics students to have peers from other universities.

As soon as he crossed the door, he was caught up by the man who chased him out of the lecture hall.

People surrounded him, like a Super Bowl champion, and if it wasn't for the lack of lawns here, the Ark wouldn't know if it would be thrown into the sky.

“Hey, man, good job! You just wrote the last move. It's so cool! Can we do it again? I want to take a picture! ”

“Handsome, do you have any contact details? You can write on my hand. ”

“Wait a minute! Let me take a picture! Let me take a picture. I'm tweeting! Oh, Shet, don't squeeze me! ”

The noise dissipated the difficulty in the heart of the ark.

To be honest, these people are so passionate, so passionate that he's a little scared.

Whistling at him, pulling his photograph is nothing, but some people come up and give him a hug.

Forget about hitting someone with a ball, some passionate Latino lady, when she pulled him to take a photo, punched him in the face.

It doesn't matter now.

The ladies got more nervous and panicked the ark when the rest of us were together.

Most offensively, these people are not polite at all! Not even a little bit of shit!

Seeing him look embarrassed makes him more aggressive.

Even the handsome hairstyle was ignored, and the ark gave the strength to eat milk to highlight the surroundings from people's laughter and cheers.

But thank goodness I saved my first kiss.

This thing is a lot more important than any hairstyle.

If you leave it here, it's a big loss!

……

Leaving the school door, he quickly walked through Palmer Square, fleeing back to the hotel's ark, just boarding the elevator, and suddenly a figure flashed in behind him.

When the Ark looked at her, she was also looking at the Ark.

With a slight cough, the Ark tried to probe the suggestion: "Well... I don't mind signing the photo, but for the sake of the friendship between China and France, why don't we just stop? ”

The eyebrows were picked with interest, and Miss Molina, with her arms in her chest, ignored the statement of the ark and pressed number 5 with her right hand clamped under her left arm: "I'm at number 707. Where are you going? ”

“Thirty... cough, help me press number three.” The ark coughed.

It's too risky, the room number almost got set up.

“Third floor, right?” Molina looked at the dial on the floor next to the elevator door, and some of them looked at the ark, twisting, “Too bad it's over, it's on the way anyway, why don't you go sit in my room for a while? ”

The ark shook its head: "No, I just want to go back to bed now. ”

Molina: …

The elevator went to the seventh floor and dinged and stopped.

Seeing the elevator going up, the ark went down and pressed its hand against the dial.

Looking at the ark that was stuck to return as soon as possible, Molina was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, she said: “Are you Chinese men so confused? ”

The ark shook its head: "No, I just don't really want to think about mathematics for the moment. ”

Molina's eyebrows picked: "How did you know I was going to ask you about mathematics? ”

The ark grinned and said slightly with pride: "Because the eyes can explain a lot of problems, that's what you taught me, right? ”

That question was not answered.

Perhaps he noticed the deep eye pockets of the ark, and Molina didn't force herself anymore, but took a bag of wet wipes from the bag she was carrying and threw it at him.

Ark: “Paper towels? ”

Molina smiled slightly: “You have at least three lipstick marks on your face. Do you need a mirror? ”

Grass?!

When I thought of my handsome face, I actually hung my lip stamp all the way. The face of the ark changed and I quickly took the paper towel and put it on my face twice.

Indeed, two red prints were left on the paper.

“Sleep well, but don't miss the closing ceremony tomorrow afternoon and the party at night," Molina said with a curved corner as she watched the boat wipe her face with a paper towel, “especially tomorrow night's party, you're the star. ”

Without waiting for the ark to ask what it meant, she turned around and walked away.