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Father Fang's bragging and idle chatter over there didn't affect Fang Yuan at all.

Everyone focused their attention on the stage, and each person had already come to their own conclusions.

But these were just their own conclusions, not the conclusions of the Fields Medal Committee.

Until the very last moment, no one would give up hope. After listening to the academic reports for the past few days, Fang Yuan felt that he was definitely among the top five contenders for the Fields Medal.

This was a conservative estimate. If he were to be more liberal, Fang Yuan felt that he would be among the top two contenders for this year's Fields Medal.

Whether it was his performance at the academic reports or his BSD conjecture used to compete for the Fields Medal, both ranked among the top of the hundred and eighty-plus people who came to participate in the International Congress of Mathematicians.

At this time, Fang Yuan relaxed. If he still couldn't win the award in this situation, then he would have to seriously consider the selection criteria of the Fields Medal.

However, in his spare time these past few days, Fang Yuan had created a set of mathematical models specifically to calculate the probability of him winning this award.

Considering everything, he was definitely the one with the highest probability of winning.

However, after all, this was his first time attending the Fields Medal award ceremony, and his understanding of the Fields Medal's selection criteria was entirely based on the model he had constructed.

It was still unknown whether the calculated probability was accurate, but even if there were some discrepancies, they wouldn't be too large.

Before the award ceremony began, Fang Yuan accepted interviews from media outlets from various countries. This was his second time being interviewed by the media in a public setting. The first time could be traced back to when Kyushu released the S language.

When facing media from other countries, Fang Yuan appeared particularly modest, yet full of confidence.

"I think that the scholars who can come to participate in the International Congress of Mathematicians this time are all the most outstanding individuals. However, I also have confidence in myself. After all, I am still young. Even if I don't win the Fields Medal this time, I will definitely get this award next time!"

Fang Yuan replied to the aggressive questions from international reporters in this way.

But when facing reporters from CCTV, Fang Yuan appeared particularly amiable.

Whether it was because the times were developing too rapidly, or because CCTV intentionally did so.

The reporters from CCTV now seemed particularly "unconventional". Fang Yuan liked "unconventional" reporters like this, because even if he spoke freely and said something wrong, there would be a chance to remedy it.

"Do you have confidence in winning this year's Fields Medal?"

"If you're talking about confidence, then I certainly have it! You can ask anyone here now, who doesn't have confidence in winning the Fields Medal? But the final result still depends on the selection committee!"

"Haha! I didn't expect our Great God Fang to have such a side. Then what do you want to say about the already proven BSD conjecture?"

"It's like this! I believe that not many people here can understand even if I say more, so I'll just say something simple!

The proof of the BSD conjecture has the most direct impact of injecting a stimulant into the domestic mathematics community. Since I published the proof of the BSD conjecture, the domestic mathematics community has become lively.

So I think I can be considered to have played a catalytic role!"

"It should be known that there is a great call in China for you to win the Fields Medal. Are you feeling a lot of pressure now?"

"There is definitely pressure, but I have already done everything I can to the limit. Even if I don't win this time, there will be no regrets!

But I want to tell the people who have been supporting me that even if I don't win the award, it's nothing. I believe that sooner or later, a Chinese person will stand here and hold up the Fields Medal!"

"I wish you can smoothly hold up the Fields Medal! Goodbye!"

"Goodbye!"

The interview time was very short. After Fang Yuan exchanged contact information with the reporter who interviewed him, he officially entered the award hall.

Just like Fang Yuan had just said, it didn't matter if he didn't win the Fields Medal this time. He had already done everything he could.

Whether it was the preparation before the International Congress of Mathematicians or his performance at the International Congress of Mathematicians, Fang Yuan felt that he had already done everything he could to his current limit.

If he still couldn't win the award in this situation, it could only mean that the strength of these competitors was too strong.

However, looking back at the past International Congresses of Mathematicians, with Fang Yuan's current achievements, winning the award was almost a sure thing.

Now, in the most popular post in China, "On the Probability of Fang Yuan Winning the Fields Medal", Fang Yuan has almost already been called the winner of the Fields Medal.

But the fact is indeed like this. In all aspects, the probability of Fang Yuan winning the award is not small.

The only obstacle is his age, but this may also be a bonus point for him.

No one can say for sure about this matter. It all depends on how the Fields Medal Selection Committee views this matter.

However, as the most authoritative award in the mathematics community, the selection criteria must be the most objective and fair!

Fang Yuan has never doubted this point.

After entering the venue, the seats of the 12 Chinese people who came this time were not far apart.

Only Fang Yuan was delayed for a long time because of media interviews. The others had already gathered together and started discussing.

As soon as they saw Fang Yuan come in, they quickly waved and called Fang Yuan over.

This time, they had no hope of winning the award, so they could only place this wish on Fang Yuan.

Sometimes, thinking carefully about it, these people felt that they were really a bit sorry for this young man.

It should be known that which of the Chinese mathematicians who can come here is not a genius? Now they are being so irresponsible, handing over such an important matter to the young man in front of them.

"How is it? Nervous?"

"It would be fake to say I'm not nervous, but there's more excitement!" Fang Yuan's hands couldn't help but tremble. This wasn't fear, but excitement.

Now, he was only one step away from the final goal. He only needed to work harder to successfully reach the place where the goal was.

Not only did he think so, but everyone in the venue who was qualified to win the Fields Medal thought so.

No one wanted to give up this honor at the last step, and most of these people were already launching their final attack on the Fields Medal.

Because their age no longer allowed them to be eligible to participate in the next Fields Medal.

Compared to Fang Yuan, they seemed to value this Fields Medal selection even more.

After all, no one in the mathematics community can resist the temptation of the Fields Medal. Most of these people are wholeheartedly devoted to the subject of mathematics.

Rather than Fang Yuan, who, in addition to mathematics, also has other areas of expertise.

At best, some people have also achieved great results in physics.

The awarding of the Fields Medal depends largely on one's own strength, and a small part on the Fields Medal Selection Committee.

Don't underestimate the power of the Fields Medal Committee. No matter how outstanding your achievements are, it is impossible to win the Fields Medal without their recognition.

Fang Yuan felt that he had done very well. Whether the other party recognized it or not, there was nothing he could do to remedy it now.

This was the most difficult time to endure. Fang Yuan hadn't felt this way in a long time.

The feeling of fate not being in his own hands made Fang Yuan feel very uneasy. He hated this feeling, but he also liked it a little.

This allowed him to experience a sense of excitement that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Having said so much, until now, no one except for a few members of the Selection Committee knew who the final winner of this year's Fields Medal was!

The waiting time is always the longest, and Fang Yuan was no exception.

Finally, when everyone was already impatient, the award ceremony began.

The people who had been restless suddenly quieted down.

Everyone held their breath, fearing that they would miss the most important moment due to a moment of inattention.

"Thank you to the many scholars who came to participate in this conference. You are all the most outstanding talents in this field." After the host slowly walked onto the stage, looking at the nervous crowd below, he knew that every word he said would be cursed by these people below.

"I won't say any more unnecessary words. I believe that with your status, you can hear such words anywhere. Now, let us announce the most important award today, which is the Fields Medal that we are all paying attention to!" The host went straight to the point.

"First of all, let us congratulate Mr. Becarre! Your insights into the finiteness problem of Fano varieties and your contributions to the minimal model program make the Fields Medal well-deserved for you!"

Among all the candidates, Becarre was second only to Fang Yuan. However, the other party was older and more experienced than Fang Yuan, but in terms of true level, he was also one of the few who could possibly surpass Fang Yuan.

In short, this was a true scholar, worthy of everyone's admiration.

When the awards were announced, Fang Yuan thought that he would be the first winner, but he didn't expect to be preempted by Becarre.

But it didn't matter. There were still three winning spots left. The order of announcement did not represent the strength of the strength, or for these people, the difference in strength was simply minimal.

No one would pay attention to this matter. Afterwards, people would only pay attention to whether you won the award or not.

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After Becarre took the stage to give his acceptance speech, the host once again walked onto the stage.

He glanced at the envelope in his hand, and then looked around the venue.

"The second winner is Mr. Fejiali."

Fejiali's award showed one thing: genius values extraordinariness, and no matter where you are, you will be surrounded by a halo.

When the second winner wasn't him, Fang Yuan instantly tensed up. After all, there were only four spots, and now only two were left!

Feijali's acceptance speech was as imaginative as he was. Okay, that wasn't what Fang Yuan cared about. He hoped the host would bring him good news when they came on stage!

"Alright, the third winner we're announcing next is Fang Yuan from the ancient country of the East!"

When Fang Yuan heard the words 'ancient country of the East,' he knew it was finally his turn.

At this moment, Fang Yuan's heart finally relaxed. After all, it would be a lie to say he wasn't feeling any pressure. No matter what, Fang Yuan was just a kid barely over twenty!

He wouldn't say much in the way of thanks here. If you wanted to see that, you could find a couple of acceptance speeches and apply them here.

After thanking his country and family, Fang Yuan returned to his seat. His purpose for coming here this time had been completely achieved.

Next was the final Fields Medal winner. According to Fang Yuan's calculations, it should be Peter Scholze.

This was a genius even younger than Feijali, who had already made a name for himself in the mathematics world since the age of 24.

If Fang Yuan hadn't suddenly appeared, he would be the youngest genius in the entire mathematics world.

As expected, there were no surprises. Among the remaining competitors, only Akash posed a threat to Scholze, but the threat wasn't as great as imagined.

When the host announced his name, Scholze instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

If he could win this time, who would want to wait for the next?

After all, no one knows what unexpected things might happen in the future.

Especially when he saw Fang Yuan go on stage, Scholze's heart jumped.

It wasn't that he looked down on Fang Yuan; he had the utmost respect for Fang Yuan's academic achievements.

However, being geniuses of similar ages, comparisons were inevitable.

This comparison made Scholze feel utterly crushed by Fang Yuan.

It left Scholze with no desire to compare himself anymore.

That's right, you are stronger than me, but I can still suppress you for now.

Indeed, this genius had already entered his golden age. Compared to Fang Yuan, who was still improving, he had already reached his complete form.

At the moment Scholze's acceptance speech ended, the most important award of the International Congress of Mathematicians had come to a close.

Next, the Gauss Prize, the Chern Medal, and the Nevanlinna Prize would be announced here.

Unsurprisingly, Fang Yuan won the Chern Medal along with the Fields Medal.

However, what surprised him was that he also won the Nevanlinna Prize. This was something Fang Yuan hadn't expected.

After the award ceremony ended, the country had already exploded!

"Genius Teenager Bravely Wins the Fields Medal!"

"One Person Sweeps the Three Most Important Awards at the International Congress of Mathematicians, Who Exactly Is . . ."

"The Founder of Kyushu, Actually Has This Side to Him!"

The media were the first to know about this, and their knowing meant one thing: the entire internet already knew.

Strange and bizarre headlines appeared everywhere, each media outlet using its own way to attract people's attention.

Regardless, they all sincerely congratulated Fang Yuan on his award.

After all, no Chinese person had ever won the Fields Medal before. Fang Yuan could be considered to have brought glory to China.

Netizens exploded, saying all sorts of things, but no one dared to say anything bad about Fang Yuan at this time.

After all, no matter when, there were always online commentators, but no one dared to open fire on Fang Yuan at this moment.

After all, this was Fang Yuan's moment of glory. As soon as they opened their mouths, it wasn't a question of whether to attack.

But whether they could still survive on the internet.

But the truly happy ones were Fang Yuan's parents, his roommates, and the other two swordsmen of the Beihai Three Swordsmen.

"Damn! Yuanzi actually really won the Fields Medal!"

"Where is it? Where is it? Let me see!"

"What are you looking at? Can't you find it yourself!"

The roommates who hadn't officially graduated yet instantly exploded. They couldn't really say what kind of feelings they had for Fang Yuan.

After all, they had been roommates for a year and a half, and at this moment, they could only offer their blessings.

Fang Yuan's father was even more ecstatic. He happily took out his two treasured bottles of good wine to entertain his old friends.

Seeing the dumbfounded looks on these old friends' faces, Fang Yuan's father's mood instantly improved!

"You brat, you've really made your old man proud this time. When you come back, Dad will reward you handsomely!" Fang Yuan's father muttered to himself.

Far away overseas, Fang Yuan didn't know that he was going to be "rewarded" by his father for no reason. But if he knew, he would hope that this reward could satisfy his appetite.