Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“… hyperelliptical curve analysis? ”

What does it mean to start with the most basic part?

Is this going to be a math lesson for so many big men?

Molina's face was filled with strange expressions, looking at the ark in front of the auditorium, as if looking at a madman.

This is not Princeton's mathematics class!

There are at least twenty Fields Prize winners sitting here! Not to mention the honorary winner of a lifetime achievement like the Abel Prize...

This guy must be crazy!

Sitting not far from her, Tao Zhexuan had a completely different look on her face, only to see that the raging fanaticism had turned into excitement and the opening lips whispered softly.

“This is it! It turns out, it turns out...”

When she heard the god nagging at herself, Molina turned over and couldn't help but ask.

“So what? ”

“He's right! ”

Tao Zhexuan, who had completely figured it out, loosened his shoulder and leaned back against the chair with a smile. And that confident smile, like being born with his 230 IQ...

“If you're curious why, just keep looking. ”

No need to remind him at all.

In fact, Molina has already done so.

Even not just Molina, but Schultz on the other side of the reporting room.

When the ark erased the filled whiteboard and wrote down the first line of formula, his gaze was completely taken away by the flowing formula on the whiteboard.

“Hyperelliptical curve analysis? ”

Gradually he lowered his arms and sat next to him, Aksai frowned. At this moment, he is also a talented athlete, with a stiff pupil in his pupil.

“What does he want? ”

“Like we were selling his weapon," his eyes locked to the whiteboard, Schultz grinned and said with a smile, "like an arms dealer. ”

“I know, what I want to ask is…”

Speaking of which, the rest of the words, like they were stuck in cotton, were stuck in Al-Aqsa's throat. His pupils gradually dilated and he became a little surprised.

Looking at the friend, Schultz laughed, as if talking to himself, saying his voice at this moment.

“A tool to tune a taxonomic topospace can actually relate to algebraic clustering numbers on a finite domain… algebraic geometry is incredible. What do you think, my friend? ”

After a long time, Al-Aqsa nodded.

“Yes…”

Maybe he was wrong.

This is not Leipzig, nor Waterloo...

The black pen that gathers on the whiteboard, like a rising torch, is illuminating a door that has not been opened for more than twenty centuries!

Outside the auditorium, the sky gathers clouds, distinguishing between the dawn hours and the clear skies.

In the lobby, however, is a quiet place, except for the brush strokes and a steady explanation, where you can't hear a little extra sound.

In the end, even the voice of the narrative disappeared, and everyone looked at the person on the stage, watching him continue to write.

It is written on the whiteboard with all due attention, at this moment the ark is completely immersed in the world of numbers and arithmetic, completely oblivious to the outside world and the self.

A line of formula is like a powerful note, flowing out of that sharp knife-like stroke, such as a river of millions of streams, a silent but heartbreaking symphony, pouring into the hearts of every listener...

Outside the auditorium.

There was a slight chill on the tip of the nose.

Wang Peng lifted his head and looked at the cloudy sky.

“It's raining. ”

“Well," he stood beside the wall, his right hand resting on the Yang cursor in his pocket, stabilising his head, "yesterday, looking at the weather forecast, it was probably a storm. ”

Wang Peng: “Have you found anything there yet? ”

Yang Guangzheng: “No, what about you? ”

Wang Peng: “Everything is fine. ”

Yang Guangdian: “… Normal is perfect. ”

“Yeah," he grabbed a cigarette light from his bag. Wang Peng threw up a cigarette ring and grabbed the corner of his mouth. “I'm relieved. ”

Everything is fine, nature is the best.

Although he did not have a good understanding of the problems in the field of science.

But he probably felt that the report would be important to the academic community in China.

It's also important to him...

After three or two minutes, the ladies poured like rain.

A string of rain beads, like yellow beans falling into a pot, smashed a leached water flower on the bluestone brick at the door.

The thunder, which struck like an ancient clock, hid through the redwood gate, into the silent lobby and into the ears of the onboard canoe.

That inch of flashing, pausing a little on the whiteboard.

Everyone under the stage stared and waited quietly for him to continue.

Gradually, the corner of the ark's mouth curled with a smile.

“It's time to finish. ”

As if to say to himself, the ark whispered gently with a voice that only he could hear, and was then held by him at the tip of his right finger. It moved like a thunderbolt that broke through the clouds, opening a trajectory of running clouds to the right.

Standing underneath the stage, Professor Fartings, whose gaze had been completely attracted by the whiteboard formula, suddenly contracted slightly in his cloudy pupils.

“… introduces the Plancherel formula to the Heisenberg group. ”

“and… Étale in tune! ”

“... no, not... is it called a hyperelliptical curve analysis? It turns out...”

Suddenly, there was a slight illusion in his eyes.

In such a moment, the shadow on the stage, the shadow of the great shore in his memory, overlapped...

“No wonder...”

The old man, slightly lowered his eyebrows and stood under the stage, said as if talking to himself.

“… no wonder that man chose to let him inherit the estate. ”

It's over.

Like hitting the pause key, the ark wrote down the last character.

It was at the last moment that time and space were frozen, and everything in the lobby was set on a brightly colored oil painting.

There are only seconds left on the hanging clock, flowing quietly...

Standing at the foot detailing his achievements, the canoe with its raised corner coughed softly, breaking the silence that had been brewing for a long time.

“Hyperelliptical curve analysis… that's what I call this theory. ”

Turning to the silent lobby of the ravens, he looked at that pair of faces filled with shock and surprise, and the ark paused for a moment before continuing.

“… of course, this is the name I came up with temporarily, and if someday I felt there was a better name to call it, I might rename it. ”

Go ahead, he gently placed the marker pen in his hand next to the white board, walked back to the stage smoothly, and placed his hands gently on the stage.

“Believe me, to be so straightforward, at your level, it should not be difficult to understand this theory. And if I can understand this theory, I'm sure Professor Faltines will take back the problem he had before, which is simply not a problem. ”

The ark looked at Professor Fartings.

After a few seconds of waiting and seeing the old man uncontested, the ark returned its gaze to the entire audience in the auditorium and continued.

“The critical band approach is an interesting proof line, and the hyperelliptical curve analysis is the tool to solve the problem. Just as we junior high school students understand dichotomy, we can get closer to our ultimate goal by shrinking the epsilon value... and eventually get Re (s) = 1-epsilon = 12. ”

“Here I would like to prove the existence of epsilons and hope that they will serve as brick throwers. ”

“The above is my entire argumentation process. ”

Speaking of which, the ark closed its mouth and stopped talking.

The ravens in the auditorium were silent.

Nobody moves, nobody talks.

Everyone is waiting for that person to give a clear answer.

No one understands Lehman's assumptions better than that person, and no one is better suited to the next conclusion for this report.

Tighten your shoulders gently relaxed and tightened.

Turning his back on all the sights in the lobby, Professor Faltines stood silently for a long time.

After a long time, he lifted his right hand, took the black dome cap in his hand and put it back on gently.

“You're right. ”

That must have been a few words of honesty and explanation, flowing out of the eaves.

It's not easy to detect, but it does drift into everyone's ears.

The ark nodded to the old man, smiling and sincerely speaking.

“Thanks.”

Say so. He bowed slightly to the auditorium and declared the briefing closed.

And the moment he turned around and walked off the stage!

The deafening applause was like the rain falling outside the auditorium, filling the entire auditorium in an instant!