Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The pen on the blackboard stopped.

The sound of the narrative also stopped.

The audience stood still.

The boat's hand had not stopped since an hour earlier, so suddenly that he stopped and everyone felt a little uncomfortable.

But everyone understands that, after all, when everyone is in bad shape, especially old professors who are old enough to write reports, talking about falling asleep has happened. Moreover, reports on such major mathematical propositions will be live, testing not only the mathematical level and expressive ability of scholars, but also the psychological capacity of a person.

In silence, everyone waited quietly for him to continue to speak.

……

A minute has passed.

Five minutes have passed.

The canoe on the stage still stood there motionless, eyebrows staring at the full blackboard, seemingly thinking about something.

The audience in the hall began to lose their seats as he did not respond for half a day.

Why hasn't it moved?

Is Sloan jammed?

Or… find yourself wrong?

Many have cast their sights on the scourge of bliss and happiness, and many have cast their sights of concern. Reports of such major mathematical conjectures are likely to be unexpected. After all, such challenges to the human mind cannot succeed every time.

However, no one thought that the question did not arise at the end of the questioning session, but at the explanatory stage.

This feeling is like…

Stuck yourself with your logic.

Hearing the subtle disturbances in the audience, it seemed that something big was about to happen, and the reporters standing behind the auditorium immediately and secretly pointed the camera camera at the ark, giving him a close-up look on his side face.

For the gourd eaters, it's always fun to watch.

Under the stage, Principal Xu and Dean Qin, as well as several teachers in charge of the field work, all rushed like ants on a hot pot. The staff who stood beside him were even more helpless, wondering whether to go up and remind him of the time or just keep an eye on him.

Dean Qin couldn't help but squeeze his fist and whisper: “What is he doing? Isn't he going to testify? ”

He has read the thesis, and he understands it, and only a few more steps later, the solution to the Young Mills equation exists. However, I don't know if I forgot or what, the ark just stood there, facing the blackboard... initiating stupidity?

Looking at the immobile ark standing on the stage, Han Mengqi's face in the corner of the auditorium was filled with worry, his right hand resting on his chest unwittingly squeezed, silently praying for him in his heart.

Lin Yuxiang, standing next to her, glanced at her, and a sudden expression appeared on her face. Soon the corner of her mouth raised a deep smile, not knowing what she was thinking.

At the same time, in the audience.

Sitting in the corner of the auditorium, staring at the contents of the blackboard, Wang Shicheng's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

There's no problem with the idea.

By this point, the process is actually very simple, even with one obvious sentence to finish, quickly get past the rest of the PPT, and directly announce that there is nothing wrong with entering the questioning session.

For an internationally renowned scholar, no one else would ask him to elaborate every step of the way, and all he needed to answer was some controversial places.

Just as Academician Wang reconstituted the process on the blackboard in his heart, the man with glasses sat next to him, happily mumbling: “Is this... a stuck shell? In front of so many people, the ark may be difficult to disembark. ”

Wang Shicheng glanced at him unhappily and whispered: “Shut up. ”

When Wang Shi was so reprimanded, the man immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.

After all, this big man, who was the president of the Chinese Mathematical Society, may not be particularly famous internationally, but he still has quite a place in domestic academia.

At the same time, the other side of the auditorium.

Looking at the back of the front ark of the blackboard, Witten glanced over at Professor Deligne next to him and threw an interrogated gaze at him.

“Something wrong? ”

Deligne frowned and did not speak.

Feverman's eyebrows were also locked tightly, seemingly thinking about something.

As for Wiles, there was nothing to worry about. Instead, he smiled heartlessly and answered Witten's question with pleasure: "Perhaps the thought got stuck. I was in the same state when I was studying Fermat's theorem, and I understand his situation... just a moment. ”

When he studied the Fermata theorem, he failed to break through with the results of the Iwasawa theory and then changed to the Colivakin Fletcher method, which, in response to Professor Katz's question, found that the method posed a serious problem for a particular Euler and even led to his intention to abandon his claim of success in proving the Fermata theorem.

Until one day, eight months later, he suddenly thought of the Iwasawa theory that had been abandoned, generating the idea of why Iwasawa theory should not be combined with the Colivakin Fletcher method. The end result was quite encouraging, and that's how the problem was solved, so Wiles was born in despair, fixing the loopholes in the paper, and coffining Fermata's theorem.

Speaking, Wiles whispered and bragged about how he had been inspired by his daughter's building blocks, how desperate he was, and how it was a sunny morning in Barbara...

And of course he does have the capital to brag.

As far as speculation itself is concerned, the proof of Fermat's theorem is described as the most glorious mathematical achievement of the twentieth century.

But it's almost 30 years away.

Listen to him whisper constantly, Deligne faceless, ignoring him.

Feverman sticks out his finger and pokes Witten sitting next to him.

Witten looked at him and cast a gaze of inquiry.

“What's the matter? ”

“I've heard another version," Feverman said, referring to Wiles sitting next to Deligne, whispering, "the last time he told me this story, he said about his wife's breakfast. ”

Witten: “…”

Ten minutes have passed.

There is still no movement on the ark that stands on the platform.

Just as everyone began to wonder if he was standing asleep, the canoe standing on the stage suddenly moved.

And it moved unexpectedly...

He picked up the board from the side and rubbed a line of formula on the blackboard clean in front of everyone. Then he picked up the chalk with all eyes gazed and wrote several lines of new formula on it.

As soon as he saw those lines of formula, Feverman's pupils contracted slightly, as if he'd felt something, but he couldn't believe it.

However, the action of the ark was as if it testified to his premonition.

Just the last one.

The paused ark turned around and gently threw the chalk in its hand onto the multimedia table.

In silence for about a few seconds, he faced the entire audience and said with a positive tone.

“I figured it out. ”

Come on, in a shock, leave all the audiences in the auditorium, and the ark turns and walks down the stage.