Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Princeton.

Office of the Institute of Advanced Studies.

Wei Wen sat at the desk, staring at the draft paper on the table and meditating.

It was about 19 years ago, after leaving Princeton, the Ark introduced him to Professor Edward Witten for mathematical physics directions.

At first, Wei Wen was excited when he was reading at Professor Witten's door.

But no one who does the direction of mathematical physics, or even knows that direction, can have never heard of Witten.

However, reading Bo under Bull's command is not an easy thing. The excitement didn't last long, and he began to feel the energy.

Witten stayed on Princeton's side for less than a third of the year because he often went to CERN to string doors. For the most part, he had to face academic difficulties alone.

It was only after seeing Professor Witten that he finally understood why Professor Lu's brother did not graduate successfully after so many years. And he finally realized how much care he was always tired of guiding them through their studies, Professor Lu.

Even if more than a year had passed since he graduated, he would still help himself when he encountered unresolved problems.

For example, entrust him to acquaintances…

He walked up to him with two cups of coffee, and Professor Feverman put a cup of coffee next to him and asked gently.

“Any ideas? ”

“Not yet. ”

“Need help? ”

Wei Wen shook his head and stared at the line formula on the paper, continuing to be more vigorous.

“No, thanks, you've helped me enough… give me another 10 minutes and I feel like I'm close to finding an answer, that's all. ”

“Ten minutes isn't enough, I'm afraid, two hours," Professor Feverman looked at the watch on his wrist and continued, "I have a differential equation lesson later, until six o'clock, where you can find me at the director's office at Princeton University School of Mathematics. ”

Wei Wen was ashamed: “Sorry to take up so much of your time. ”

“Nothing, per se, I haven't been very busy lately,” Professor Feverman laughed casually after a sip of coffee, "not to mention Professor Lu helped me a lot, he's not here right now, if you have any questions, ask me the same. ”

Wei Wen laughed bitterly in his heart, but did not speak.

Although he may feel that Professor Feverman really doesn't care much about himself, he is even more ashamed of this affair.

Perhaps this is the cultural difference.

At that point, a knock came from the door, and soon a young man with glasses and a face came in.

It seemed to recognize him, especially when he saw the stack of A4 paper in his hand, and Feverman's face suddenly showed some sad expression.

As if it were proof of his speculation, the man shook the paper in his hand and said. “Professor Feverman, Professor Sanak of the Editorial Department of the Journal of Mathematics asked me to bring you this paper. He asked me politely to convey to you what it means to be the reviewer of this paper. ”

“Then remember to tell him that this expression was not at all euphemistic, and I hope the next time he sends an invitation to review the paper to my e-mail address instead of sending it like a serial door,” Professor Feverman shrugged, looking at that overwhelmed assistant, "… and I have a vacation in the next two days, please ask him to find someone else. ”

“Mr. Sanaak expects you to say this," the assistant continued, "and he asked me to tell you that you are the most suitable candidate and that only you will be able to review this paper. ”

After staring at the assistant for a while, Professor Feverman, with his coffee in his hand, gave up looking sighed.

“Well, you bring it over. ”

He has not been particularly good at deciding on requests, especially from areas he is good at.

When Professor Feverman agreed, the assistant laughed and handed over the paper and said, "Good professor. ”

After the paper arrived, the assistant stopped in the office and quickly left.

I had to go to class later, and Feverman couldn't take the time to read it, so I simply flipped it twice.

The paper was not named.

This double-blind review occurs occasionally.

Feverman roughly guessed that either the contributor was an acquaintance he knew, or a colleague working at Princeton Institute of Higher Studies or at a university next door.

But that's not the point.

Even if he guessed who the author was from the style of the paper, he wouldn't put water on the draft because of acquaintances.

“Evidence of the existence of the Jan Mills equation solution? Shouldn't such a paper be shown to Witten, I bet he's more interested than I am? ”

Seeing this line of “exaggerated” titles, Feverman picked the eyebrows slightly and looked down with interest.

Soon, however, he shouted softly and his stretched eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Noting the change in his expression, Wei Wen hesitated to ask.

“What's the matter, Professor? ”

After staring at the paper for a while, Professor Feverman suddenly shook his head with a smile.

“… nothing. ”

He now finally knows why Sanak insisted on leaving the paper to him for review.

“L-flux… there is also a bias-differential geometry method of bias-differential equations,” Professor Feverman laughed and said with some emotion, ”There is only one person who can apply this theory to this extent. ”

Wei Wenzhen's microscopic tone.

“Professor Lu's thesis? ”

“Yes,” Professor Feverman nodded, continuing, "the viability of the Young Mills equation solution does not seem to have stopped him from moving forward mathematically. ”

Upon hearing the contents of the paper, Wei Wen sucked in a breath of cold air and his heart was overwhelmed with words and tables.

Challenging two millennium challenges in a row…

Is this still human?

Returning to his desk to sit down, Professor Feverman took his cell phone out of his pocket, opened his address book and called his PhD and assistant professor.

“Hey, Lewis, you got a minute? There's a differential equation lesson in about half an hour, and whether or not you're free right now, I'd like you or you to find me someone to do it for me. ”

“... well, I have a little something on my side. ”

“It's important. ”

Three sentences in total.

He hung up and left his phone on his desk when he had made it clear.

Looking at the paper on the table, his pupils began to flash with excitement.

Let me take a look.

This leaves Princeton for the first year.

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