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Chapter 107 Prove the four-color conjecture, domineeringly return to the arrogant scholar!
"Brother Bailang, are you sure you want to fight by yourself?"

While walking inside, Li Yixin asked Bailang curiously.

Originally, I was looking for Bailang at the time, that is, I wanted to use Bailang's contacts to find a few professional people to do the translation.

It never occurred to him that the last candidate Bailang gave was himself!

And he was alone!

As a student of the University of Foreign Languages, Li Yixin knows how difficult it is to be proficient in a foreign language.

Not to mention being proficient in more than three foreign languages ​​at the same time.

That is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

There are only two situations that can be achieved, one is the person who hangs the beam on the head and stabs the buttocks, and studies hard.

There is another kind, which is relatively rare, and it is a genius!
He was born to be a master of learning, the kind of awesome person who can get full marks in the exam without working hard.

And as Bailang said, if a person is proficient in seven or eight foreign languages ​​at the same time, in Li Yixin's view, it's nothing but nonsense.

In other words, pretend to be bullshit and brag in front of girls!

Based on this idea, Li Yixin felt that Bailang was pretending to be a translator by himself.

"Well, I can do it by myself. Don't bother others, everyone is very busy!"

From Li Yixin's tone, Bailang had already seen her thoughts, but he didn't care.

Whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll find out later, so why rush to explain it!
According to my own experience, those who are eager to explain are not the bosses, but the younger brothers.

"Oh, that's fine, since they're here anyway, don't be nervous, just treat it as a relaxation!"

Li Yixin comforted Bailang intimately.

Bailang smiled lightly and didn't say much.

When we arrived at the school's living room, we saw a group of foreign scholars discussing with the school's experts and professors.

Everyone sat in two rows, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Seeing Bailang and Li Yixin coming in, Professor Wang felt relieved and quickly took them over.

"Xiaoxin, this is the translator you found, why is he alone?"

Professor Wang was quite happy at first, but when he saw a stranger in Bailang, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

I said that I must find more translators with different specialties, but she was lucky enough to find one.

"Professor Wang, it should be enough for me alone."

Bailang smiled and helped Li Yixin out of the siege, without talking too much nonsense, he walked over by himself and sat on the seat with the "Translation" sign.

Professor Wang was taken aback for a moment, and the corner of his mouth trembled.

This young man didn't recognize his life at all, so he passed away carelessly. I'll see how you step down later!
It doesn't matter if you embarrass yourself there, I patted my chest in front of the principal and promised it!

Now I have to follow the calf!

Professor Wang had a bitter look on his face, and he didn't even dare to look at the murderous eyes shot by the principal.

Principal: Old Wang, old bastard, see how I deal with you when I come down!
There are only five people in the foreign exchange group, four men and one woman.

The only female scholar looked quite young, with blond hair and a good figure. If it weren't for a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, people would even mistake her for a model.

The four men are all a little older, and they look arrogant, and they all seem to be very airy.

Seeing an interpreter coming, one of the old men adjusted his glasses and spoke lightly.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

In an instant, all the foreign language experts and professors present were dumbfounded.

I am Nima!
What kind of bird language is this?
It is neither the Y language that is currently the most popular in the world, nor the F language, nor is it the island language, nor is it even Smecta's language!

Completely bewildered, let alone understand, I don't even know which language he speaks.

Depend on!
This is also an exchange of chicken feathers!

The principal and Professor Wang wiped off their sweat again and again, and looked at each other bitterly, almost crying.

It was said that the other party was here to smash things, but they never expected that they would start smashing from the first sentence!
Obviously, this horse-riding person did it on purpose, humiliating you with birdsong, making you unable to understand, so it looks like I'm awesome!
Unexpectedly, Bai Lang, who was sitting on the interpreter seat at this time, smiled slightly.

"Nikosha beep, the strong hammer dripping garlic, 宮艸妮!"

Suddenly, everyone was taken aback!
Because everyone didn't understand what Bailang was talking about.

But seeing the scholar who spoke, his face changed, and then he nodded again and again, with an excited smile on his face.

Immediately!

The principal is petrified!
Professor Wang is petrified!

A group of experts and scholars were completely stunned!

Li Yixin, on the other hand, opened her mouth wide in surprise, and looked at Bailang with shocking eyes!

"Xiao, Xiaoxin, your friend, did he speak that language just now?"

"Where did this man come from, and what does he do?"

"Well, this person is not simple, this person is not simple!"

"It seems that they speak the same language!"

"..."

After a moment of stupefaction, unable to conceal the shock and surprise in their hearts, the experts and scholars of the foreign language major crowded their heads together and began to whisper.

"Experts, this foreign scholar said that he is honored to come to our Huaxia country for exchanges, but he thinks that our Huaxia country's research in the field of mathematics is still far behind!"

Bailang began to translate.

Hearing this, the experts and scholars of the University of Foreign Languages ​​had a look of displeasure on their faces, but they were a little helpless.

"Hey, this man is very arrogant. He just published a paper on the international authoritative mathematical impurity, proving one of the world's three major mathematical problems, the four-color conjecture!"

"This one, ahem, this young man, what language does he speak?"

The principal and Professor Wang said what they wanted to say the most.

"He spoke the dialect version of Y language. It just so happened that out of curiosity, I studied it in the library a few days ago, so I can understand it."

Bailang smiled slightly and said lightly.

Pfft!
Hearing this, all the experts and professors suddenly fell under the table.

I am Nima!
It turned out that this guy deliberately used a dialect to scare people. No wonder no one could understand it. He thought it was some long-lost alien language!

Grass!
A false alarm.

The headmaster wiped off his sweat and said angrily, "Young man, I can also speak dialect. Please translate for me: Cao Nima!"

Experts and professors: "..."

That arrogant foreign scholar continued to ask Bailang what the principal was talking about with a look of curiosity on his face.

Bailang thought for a while, and could only say, "Our principal, he greeted your family."

The scholar nodded and glanced at the principal.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

Continue the lecture.

Bailang sighed, and translated: "Principal, this scholar said that even if you greet his family with kindness, he still has to bluntly say that the mathematics level of our Chinese country is far inferior to theirs!"

The headmaster gave the experts sitting beside him a hard look, wishing he could rush over and pluck out their hair.

You guys are so stupid, you know how to ask Lao Tzu for research funding all day long, but you haven't achieved any results!

This is all right, I was bullied to the top!
"Principal, did he really prove the four-color conjecture?"

Bailang asked curiously.

The four-color conjecture is known as one of the three conjectures in the world of mathematics. It is very difficult. Since it was proposed, it has gone through more than 100 years, and no perfect proof has appeared.

Now, this person, the arrogant guy in front of him who speaks the dialect version of Y, actually proved this conjecture?

Bailang expressed some doubts.

In the past, to put it bluntly, he might have to think about what the four-color conjecture was.

however!
At this time, with an IQ of 185, he has studied hard in the Chang'an City Library for more than a dozen floors with his talent of never forgetting his eyes and ten lines at a glance!
Not to mention four-color conjectures, I understand all ten-color conjectures!

"Principal, can you please find me a mathematics magazine, that is, the issue where the scholar proved the four-color conjecture!"

Bailang said with a smile.

Before the principal could answer, the very hot female scholar suddenly took out a magazine from her bag and handed it to Bailang.

"I have a copy here, I can lend you a look."

It turned out to be pure Huaxia language. Although there was a trace of accent, it was already quite good.

Everyone was taken aback, and the headmaster's face turned red all of a sudden.

I rely on ah!
Just now I asked Bailang to translate Cao Nima, didn't everyone hear that?
God, how can the head of a dignified school do such a thing.

The headmaster wished he could find a hole in the ground and get into it.

Hasty, hasty!
A lifetime of fame is ruined by an egg!

Bai Lang said thank you, borrowed the impurity, first browsed the catalog, and then quickly flipped to the back.

Ten seconds later, Bailang closed the magazine with a smile on his face.

"Professor, your method of proof is wrong!"

"What?"

In desperation, that senior even spoke pure Y, and even forgot to pretend to speak in dialect.

The other people in the venue were instantly stunned.

I am Nima!
play?

You are just a translator, and you happen to know a few words in the dialect version of Y, which is not bad, but now you are going to float?

How dare you question the authoritative papers of world-renowned mathematicians!

Do you think that if you just flip through the magazine a few times, we really believe that you can understand it?
joke!

Isn't this slapping our experts and professors in the face!

The blond female scholar also showed a look of surprise, but she didn't say anything more.

It was the arrogant scholar who immediately scolded angrily: "You are a little translator, you know what four-color conjectures are, and apologize to me immediately!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up abruptly and pointed at Bailang, as if I could destroy your aura at any time.

Bailang didn't even look at him, he took out a piece of A4 paper from the side file, picked up a pen, and started writing.

In less than 5 minutes, he finished writing and put down his pen, and pushed a piece of paper filled with densely packed mathematical formulas to the opposite table.

"Look, this is the way to prove the correctness of the four-color conjecture, and your method is far behind!"

Bai Lang said calmly, but in his tone, there was absolute confidence.

"Nonsense, do you think I'll believe it?"

The other party sneered, but still couldn't hold back, and took the paper over.

However, at a glance, the sneer on his face gradually froze!
Immediately, it was replaced by great fear.

Pfft!
Three minutes later, the proud and domineering scholar fell under the table when his legs gave way.

Do not!
impossible!
I was killed in seconds by a small translator?
Ahhhhh!
The arrogant old scholar, under the table, looked up to the sky and howled like ghosts and wolves!
(End of this chapter)