Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

I was surprised.

Surprised.

Incredible.

Everyone lost their voice.

In the lecture hall, there was still silence like death.

It was an old man who broke the silence.

He stood up and applauded.

Crackling ...

The applause gradually sounded, spreading from the first row to the back row.

The light rain falling from Lili into a pouring rain.

Crackling-!

It's not just applause.

The students in the back row stood up, whistled, and cheered.

Whether it is a Princeton student, a night school student in Princeton, or a person who has come to this math conference ...

this moment.

Together they witnessed a great moment!

问 The question mark on the Palace of Mathematics was gently erased by a black pen.

at the same time.

A genius rises at this moment.

The entire lecture hall was filled with applause.

The applause followed his steps and floated outside the lecture hall.

I stood next to the podium, and the staff member who was preparing to come on stage to remind Lu Zhou that it was over. Although he couldn't understand the certification process on the whiteboard, he could not help but applaud in the atmosphere.

The colleague next to him could not help but rubbed his arm with his fingers, and shouted.

"If you interrupted his thinking at that time, it may be you who left a name in the history of mathematics at this moment."

"In what name?"

"The Terminator of inspiration, an intern at the Federal Mathematical Society named George, strangled a math genius with his own hands."

哦 "Oh, don't do that, Mr. Francis will kill me."

Francis is the chairman of the Federal Mathematical Society, an old-fashioned man who looks kind and speaks slowly.

偶尔 But occasionally, 也会 also appears.

The conversation between the two was covered by applause.

下 Off the stage.

Listening to the endless applause and staring at the calculations on the whiteboard, Wei Wen's heart was suddenly lost, and in a slightly husky voice, there was an incredible touch: "Unlocked?"

Is this his opponent?

Is this the strong man he longs to beat in the US?

Lao Guosi's memories of the loss are still fresh. In February, the American game was about to be decided. He met his opponent in Princeton, and should have faced the challenge with his head raised. But at this moment, there was a dull taste in his heart.

Frustrated?

Hey ...

Lost?

I'm a little bit.

It was as if that person had gone far, stepped out of the void, and entered another level.

Whether it is the college entrance examination champion, the gold medal of the International Olympic Mathematical Competition, or the worship of his classmates, even if all the glory he has thrown in, it will not be able to fill the gap.

He lost a respectable opponent.

Not because of victory or defeat, but ...

I was left behind lightly.

Staring at Professor Wang 熹 ping who calculated on the whiteboard, he nodded slowly when he heard the students' questions.

She sighed with relief, and the old gentleman whispered, "Well, it's unlocked!"

Afterlife is awesome ...

In addition to the emotion in my heart, the old gentleman also made up his mind.

After writing back, I wrote a letter recommending this talent to the top and participating in the selection of the top talents of the Ten Thousand Talents Program!

Alas, I will write as soon as I return to the hotel, and then I will return to China.

Not only that, but also the signature of old Tang, old Renren.

Age, qualifications, and education are not a problem for this kind of talents, that is, those doctoral students who have been selected. How many people can achieve this level? If such talents cannot be retained, it is not only a joke, but also a great loss!

There is no shortage of Chinese in the Fields Awards, but China needs a Fields Award.

From the young man, Professor Wang saw hope ...

Uh ...

The things on the blackboard have been engraved in Lu Zhou's heart, and it is impossible to forget them for a while.

As for plagiarism?

Hehe, at least two editors of the annual mathematics are sitting on the stage and capable of doing such stupid things, and most of them are unlikely to contribute to the journal or academic conference.

I finally got this problem, and Lu Zhou who stepped down from the podium didn't want to do anything, just wanted to go back to the hotel and lie down, take a good night's sleep, whether it was something to wait until the next day.

However, he clearly underestimated how cool he was in the eyes of Princeton's mathematics students and his peers from other universities.

The moment he crossed the door, I was caught up by those chased out of the lecture hall.

People surrounded him, just like the champion of a Super Bowl. If it were not for the lack of lawns here, Lu Zhou would not know if he would be thrown into the sky.

"Hey, brother, you did a good job! You wrote the last move, it was so cool! Can you do it again? I want to take a picture!"

"Handsome guy, is there any contact information? You can write on my hand."

"Wait a minute! Let me take a picture! Let me take a picture, I'm going to tweet! Oh, Schette, don't squeeze me!"

The noisy voice suddenly dispelled Lu Zhou's heart.

To be honest, this group of people is so enthusiastic that he is a little scared.

I whistled at him and pulled him to take a photo and it was nothing, but some people came up and gave him a choppy bear hug.

It ’s okay to hit someone with a ball. A passionate Latino younger sister took a picture of him and slapped him in the face.

It doesn't matter at this moment.

The people behind me again coaxed together, these younger sisters became bolder, making Lu Zhou panic.

The most annoying thing is that these people are not polite at all! There is not a little bit of exercise!

Seeing his embarrassment, I became more courageous.

He couldn't even care for his handsome hairstyle, and Lu Zhou exerted his energy to **** milk, only to stand out from the laughter and cheers of people.

But thank goodness, anyway, I kept the first kiss.

This thing is more important than any hairstyle.

If you lose it here, it will be a big loss!

Uh ...

I left the school gate, quickly walked through Palmer Square, and Lu Zhou, who had fled back to the hotel, just got on the elevator, and suddenly a figure flashed in from behind him.

陆 When Lu Zhou looked at her, she looked at Lu Zhou.

He gave a cough, and Lu Zhou tentatively proposed: "Uh ... I don't have any opinion on the group photo signature, but for the sake of Chinese-French friendship, how about letting our hands go?"

She raised her eyebrows with interest, Miss Molina with her arms around her chest, and ignored Lu Zhou's speech directly. She pressed the right hand under the left arm and pressed the number 5: "I am in the 707, you Where are you going? "

"Three zeros ... cough, help me press the number three." Lu Zhou coughed.

It was dangerous, and the room number almost came out.

"Is it the third floor?" Molina glanced down at the floor dial next to the elevator door, and looked at Lu Zhou with a deceptive look. Don't go to my room for a while? "

Lu Zhou shook his head: "No, I just want to go back to sleep now."

Molina: ...

The elevator reached the seventh floor, and Ding Dong stopped.

Seeing that the elevator was still going up, Lu Zhou stepped down and reached out and pressed on the dial.

I looked at Lu Zhou who was obsessed with returning as soon as possible, and Molina was not in a hurry to go back, but snorted: "Are you Chinese men so puzzling?"

Lu Zhou shook his head: "No, I just don't want to think about mathematical problems for a while."

Molina raised her eyebrows: "How do you know that I intend to ask you math questions?"

Lu Zhou grinned and said slightly proudly: "Because the eyes can explain a lot of problems, this is what you taught me, I guess right?"

I did not answer this question.

Maybe he noticed Lu Zhou's deep bags under his eyes, and Molina did not reluctantly. Instead, she took a pack of wet wipes from the bag she carried and threw it to him.

Lu Lu: "Paper tissue?"

Molina smiled slightly: "You have at least three lipstick marks on your face. Do you need a mirror?"

Hold grass? !!

As soon as I thought of his handsome face, he went all the way with lip prints on his face. Lu Zhou's face suddenly changed. He quickly took the tissue and wiped it twice.

Sure enough, two red marks were left on the paper.

"Get a good night's sleep, but remember, don't miss the closing ceremony tomorrow afternoon and the party in the evening," looking at Lu Zhou, who wiped her face with a paper towel, Molina bent her mouth and used a stingy tone He said, "Especially tonight's party, you are the protagonist."

She did not wait for Lu Zhou to ask what she meant, and she turned away.