Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

At a time when there was much debate outside, the shutting down of the Ark was deafening the voices of those arguments.

The study was not as smooth as he had expected, but he was still confident about the end result.

If the NS equation is compared to a labyrinth, his distance from the end point leaves only a wall, bypassing it is only a matter of time.

Only seven days remain until the end of the month.

Research has entered the most critical phase.

OK or NOT, just in a very delicate section.

By that time, there was no need to wait any longer.

Taking a deep breath, the ark placed the phone on the table, turned on the timer and set a countdown of 168 hours.

He closed his eyes while pressing the confirmation key.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the dark pupil had faded its sensual color and all that remained was pure and cold reason.

This sensory enhancement does not stem from the enhancement of computational power or the consolidation of logical thinking, but rather from the purest and most direct amplification of digital intuition.

At this moment, as if all the numbers were his partners, all the images were abstracted into geometry...

The ark is too familiar with this long-running feeling.

If mathematics is God's language.

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On the last day of the deadline for presenting papers at the IMU Conference, the sky was cloudy and it rained heavily before dawn.

It rained until the morning, and there was no rest at all.

With an umbrella in place, Vera, as usual, came to Princeton University's classroom, fulfilled the duties of an assistant professor, and assisted with the Ark class.

Although it is unfortunate that Professor Lu has not been able to meet several times this semester, the students are very fond of this young assistant professor with high face value and knowledge.

Especially after proving the Cape Valley speculation, Vera's popularity among these undergraduates has risen dramatically, and many, if not all, of the students who have not taken mathematics classes will come here to dash classes.

The final part of the classroom takes place and, as is customary, Vera leaves time for the students to ask questions.

At this time, an Asian girl with long black hair raised her hand to ask the question.

“Miss Puyui, have you found out anything about Professor Ark's research? ”

Students at the average university may not follow developments at the IMU convention, but Princeton is not the average university after all.

Especially for those students who opted for a difficult Hell-level course in mathematics, their expectations for the future were usually to go to the Institute of Advanced Studies to study pure mathematics, and would be concerned that the IMU Congress was moving beyond normal.

And that's why the girl asked almost everyone's heart in the classroom.

Everyone wondered what stage Professor Lu's research on the NS equation had reached.

Faced with that pair of curious eyes, Vera hesitated for two seconds and shook her head gently.

“I don't know, I'm afraid only Professor Lu himself can answer that question. ”

Another tall man with curly hair raised his hand and asked.

“Miss Puyui, do you think he can successfully answer the existential question of the NS equation? ”

Upon hearing this question, Vera answered without falsely thinking. “Absolutely. ”

The Asian girl who asked earlier was curious, “Why? ”

Faced with that curious gaze, Vera laughed softly, and the curriculum in her hand stammered softly on the multimedia table.

Later, she continued in a firm tone.

“'Cause I believe he can. ”

This is not based on some kind of mathematical logic, but purely on the belief of someone.

Of course, that belief is not unjustified.

Whether it's a Berkeley presentation, proof of Horn Valley speculation now, or a 45-minute report from the upcoming International Congress of Mathematicians…

Everything she has now, everything she can do, is unimaginable to herself, who once sat alone in the corner of the reporting hall, who could only look at the world on the reporting stand with a vision, who could only spend the rest of her spare time drilling those interesting questions.

It's all like a miracle.

She believes that there is everything that can be done to bring this miracle and power to herself.

At this point, the rain suddenly stopped outside the window.

The sun crosses the gap of the clouds and outlines a colorful trajectory in the air.

The rainbow was also seen on an ark under the same sky as Princeton.

I don't know when I stopped the pen in my hand and looked quietly at the canoe outside the window, staring out at the sudden rainbow.

In the silence of this rainy day, his tight mouth suddenly pulled a smile, his pupils filled with pure reason, and gradually returned to a few senses.

Then, when he placed the phone in the corner of the table, the screen lit up again and rang the zero bell of the timer.

Turned off the alarm, the ark picked up its phone, unlocked the screen and saw dozens of missed calls hanging on the screen.

Some of these calls were made a week ago or just recently.

Now he has enough time to process these calls...

Select the number with the highest number of calls and the ark dials back.

As soon as the phone was connected, an anxious voice came from the phone.

“Oh, my God, if you don't answer the phone again, I may have to drive into your house and smash the door. Do you know what day it is? ”

Professor Feverman has always been quite casual, and this is the first time he's seen it on an ark, turns out he has a grumpy side.

Moving the phone half an inch away, the ark thought about it and answered in an uncertain tone: "Wal-Mart fruit promotion? ”

Feverman: "…”

The moment he heard it, he almost didn't get exhaled.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed down the impatience in his heart, Feverman almost yelled at the phone and said.

“Deadline! Deadline for meeting submissions! As requested by this IMU conference, the invited reporter must publish the report two months in advance and upload the paper within one month of confirming it… Seriously, you won't forget about this, will you? ”

“How could I have forgotten this,” the ark struck a haha, embarrassed to continue, “… but I remember that uploading a paper could not be postponed? ”

After a moment of silence, Professor Feverman sighed: "… change the report, there is still an opportunity. ”

While it was okay to postpone uploading papers, he did not see any point in doing so.

Instead of dragging yourself to the last second to admit your failure, correct your mistake from now on.

Anyway, besides the NS equation, he has a lot of other results to report on at the conference.

Yet the Ark, obviously, did not appreciate it.

“Why change? ”

The other side of the phone was silent for so long.

With a slight tremor in his voice, Professor Feverman asked in an incredible tone.

“… have you solved it? ”

“The NS equation can't be solved, at least now we can't get it to work," instead of holding the phone, the ark laughed, continuing in a positive tone at the moment Professor Feverman's mood dropped to the bottom, “but I can be very responsible for telling you that its solution exists and is smooth! ”

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