God of black technology

What is it that is about to come to mind?Wang Yun echoed carefully, Mersenne prime numbers, number theory, integers... sieve method!That's right, the sieve method.Why did he forget this thing, and suddenly stood up with a 'teng' sound.All the students in the training team were taken aback by him.

Professor Chen also looked at Wang Yun dumbfounded, "Student Wang Yun, what's wrong with you?"

"Teacher, I thought of it, I finally thought of it." Wang Yun gasped and said, "Teacher, can I use the blackboard?"

I got it?What did you think of?Professor Chen was stunned, and found that he seemed to be a little confused about the student in front of him.After being stunned for a while, he hesitated and said, "Okay, you can use the blackboard." To be honest, he was also curious about what Wang Yun was thinking when he stood up so suddenly.

Wang Yun won the approval of Professor Chen, and he is not hypocritical.Go directly to the podium, pick up the chalk, and write directly on the blackboard——

[If: p=(2^k)±1 or p=(4^k)±3

(2^p)-1

To make: [(2^p)+1]/3 is also true

…… 】

"???" The students below were stunned. Everyone is the best in the national mathematics competition. Why are you so good?What did you write on the blackboard? Why can't we understand it? Is this a bible?

Professor Chen was also stunned. This is—New Mason's conjecture?

Fog Grass!what is this guy doingSolve guessing with bare hands?Do you want to be like this?

The series of mathematical formulas and sieving methods were completely incomprehensible to the students present. Professor Chen was fine, and could understand these formulas written by Wang Yun.

He didn't speak, nor did he disturb Wang Yun.He knew that Wang Yun had now entered a realm, according to the division of martial arts, probably the so-called harmony between man and nature.Wang Yun had a lot of inspirations at this time, but if he was disturbed, he might not be able to complete it.

"Mist grass, what do you think this boss is thinking?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand..."

"Wait, we are all National One, why is this boss so good."

"Sieve method." Luo Zhendong squinted his eyes and looked at the blackboard, "What exactly does he want to do? Does he want to solve this mathematical conjecture?"

"What did you just say?" The person next to him was stunned for a moment, looked again at the mathematical formula on the blackboard that Wang Yun had already written on half of the blackboard, and gasped, "Number, mathematical conjecture?" No Bar?Both are high school students, why is your lumbar disc so protruding, can it allow us to continue to live?

"New Mason's conjecture, also known as Arting's conjecture." Yuan Chengde said in a low voice, "He has been studying this thing for several months, and it seems that he has an inspiration in a few days, and he may be able to solve this conjecture."

"???" Di... Dihua's show?After studying for several months, he solved this conjecture. Why did nothing happen when he studied for several months.

Professor Chen saw that Wang Yun had started to use another blackboard, so he waved at Yuan Chengde and said, "The teacher next door is in class, so hurry up and borrow the blackboard, no, not one piece, at least five yuan The sieve method is not difficult for undergraduates, but the problem is that the greater the calculation, the more difficult the sieve method will be.

Seeing that Wang Yun's calculations are getting bigger and bigger, and the first established formula has not been proved yet, it is estimated that there are a lot of blackboards to be borrowed.

Yuan Chengde was about to stand up and go to borrow the blackboard. Professor Chen put the textbook on the podium and muttered to himself, "Forget it, I'll borrow it. Yuan Chengde, take care of him and don't allow others to disturb him. If someone disturbs him now He, I'm afraid his inspiration will be cut off..."

Even if Professor Chen didn't say anything, no one would disturb him at this time. This was solving a mathematical conjecture.At this time, if anyone dared to disturb him, wouldn't he be beaten to death?Even if they are jealous, it is impossible to do such a thing.All of you here are smart people, it is impossible to do this.

Walking out of the professor, Professor Chen was a little confused.How should I put it - if you want to say happy, there must be some.Beijing University has come to such a powerful evildoer, unraveling mathematical conjectures with bare hands, what the hell... If the publicity is spread, the reputation of Beijing University will increase again.The sad thing is, it is estimated that such an evildoer will go abroad to study no matter what when he is a graduate student.Go to a better university than Peking University for more in-depth research.

Walking all the way, all the way, I came to the professor next door after a while.

At this time, the teaching assistant is talking about topology.Pushing open the door of the classroom, the teaching assistant and the students were all stunned.When the teaching assistant turned his head and looked at Professor Chen, he was stunned and asked, "Professor Chen, what do you want?" He remembered that the professor was leading the training team?Peking University also attaches great importance to the training camp, not only the professors from Peking University, but also the professors from Jinghua and Lankai.

Professor Chen was supposed to teach the training team from the professor next door, but now he came to their classroom.After looking around, Professor Chen didn't speak, the teaching assistant was just a graduate student, so he definitely couldn't say anything in front of the big professor.

The rest of the students didn't even dare to breathe. To become a professor at Beijing University, they must be academically proficient monsters.Even though Peking University is a place where geniuses gather, they still hold high respect for the professors of Peking University.Professor Chen looked around the professor and asked aloud, "Do you have a blackboard?"

Because he only explained ordinary number theory, Professor Chen prepared a total of two blackboards, which was obviously not enough.The demonstration of mathematical conjectures is an extremely complicated process, and it is impossible for Wang Yun to reuse two blackboards.

The teaching assistant breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was something. It turned out that Professor Chen, a big boss, came to borrow the blackboard.Hastily smiled and said, "Yes, yes."

Professor Chen nodded, "How many blackboards are there in your classroom? Take them all to the classroom opposite. When you enter, tap lightly and keep quiet." Professor Chen's face was extremely serious, and the teaching assistant murmured in his heart. live?What do you need so many blackboards for?But the professor had already spoken, and the teaching assistant could only instruct the students to take down the blackboard and take it to the next classroom.

As the teaching assistant walked, he said, "Hey, please be gentle. Didn't you hear that Professor Chen said, let you be gentle?" When he came to the professor next door, the teaching assistant saw that the door was closed, and gently pushed the door open. ,walk into.He saw that all the people were looking at the blackboard with dazed expressions on their faces.

What the hell?What expression is that?The teaching assistant was a little curious and looked towards the podium.It was discovered that Professor Chen was not standing on the podium, but was standing under the podium, with his hands folded in front of his chest, and he was watching a player who looked like a high school training team performing on the stage.

He hummed in his heart, what's so interesting about this, isn't he just a high school student?I borrowed all their blackboards, how will they have class later?

"Professor Chen." Fortunately, the teaching assistant said softly, "The blackboard has been brought over."

Professor Chen nodded and continued to look at the blackboard.

The teaching assistant is a little angry, what's so good about a high school student?He looked at the blackboard unconvinced, the first blackboard was already filled, and the second blackboard was almost half written.

"You first ask the students to replace the first blackboard that is already full." Professor Chen said to the teaching assistant, "Don't disturb him, let him continue to count."

"Hey." The teaching assistant nodded and took a glimpse, Misty Grass!Is this really a high school student?Sieve method, Mersenne primes?What is this for?

The students from Peking University next to me were also stunned, discussing in a low voice.

"Is this the sieving method? I can't even understand it anymore."

"Should... be the sieving method?"

The student next to him was also not sure, "I heard that this classroom is the classroom of the national training team of the high school group of the National Mathematics Competition..."

"In other words, this guy who uses the sieve method is a high school student?"

"This...he seems to be the champion of the mathematics competition, and he is currently in the first year of high school..."

"Is it so easy to use the sieve method in the first year of high school?"

"What are you thinking, he is a student of our Peking University when school starts."

"No, what is he anyway? I can't even understand it."

Hearing the students' comments, the teaching assistant was also thinking, what the hell is this guy doing? He can still understand the steps now.But it's useless to understand the steps, he doesn't even know what this guy is proving.

Professor Chen glanced at the students of Peking University, "Quick, replace the blackboard."

The students at Peking University began to change the blackboards cautiously, and the assistant's eyes fixed on the first line of words on the first blackboard.

Fog Grass!Boss, right?This is a high school student.What do high school students eat today?This is really a wolf extermination.

[If: p=(2^k)±1 or p=(4^k)±3

(2^p)-1

To make: [(2^p)+1]/3 also holds true]

Conjecture on Mersenne primes?No wonder he found something was wrong when he came in just now, it turned out that this guy was really proving his conjecture.

Seeing a few students from Peking University about to put on the blackboard, he hurried forward and said, "Wucao, be careful, keep your voice down, and don't disturb him." The students looked at the teaching assistant suspiciously, and then looked at Professor Chen, who frowned slightly, stuck out his tongue and said, "Teacher, isn't this a big deal?"

"Your feet, be careful, don't get the formula on it dirty."

"???" Teacher, what is wrong with you?Professor Chen came over and put the blackboard he had taken down in the corner in front of the gate. Wang Yun was still writing on the blackboard.

The training team sitting below couldn't understand it at all. They just felt that the numbers on the podium gave them a headache, and they were a little drowsy.It never occurred to me that reading has a hypnotic effect.No, they are learning gods, why, why did they want to sleep when they saw the numbers?

Could it be that they are actually scumbags pretending to be gods?That's right, you're just learning from scumbags!Only the one standing on the stage is the true god of learning, what the hell are these gods!

"Professor." The teaching assistant approached Professor Chen and said, "He hasn't even proved the first equation yet. Do you think it's possible for him to prove it?"

Professor Chen shook his head slightly, "I don't know, but let you prove it, can you prove it?"

"No, I can't..." The teaching assistant lowered his head and chuckled, wondering why he was begging for scolding.Let alone prove it, Wang Yun can't even write out the current steps.The strength of this f*cking high school student is even stronger than that of a Peking University graduate student. Is this still human?For many years, the number courtyard of Beijing University has been lonely, and no great master has been produced.The teaching assistant feels that he can already see the shining future of the college.

An evildoer is indeed an evildoer. He said that if he wants to solve the mathematical conjecture, he must solve the mathematical conjecture. He never picks any good days and auspicious days.

【…………

Therefore: p=(2^k)±1 or p=(4^k)±3

(2^p)-1 holds

Then: [(2^p)+1]/3

…………

If: (2^p)-1

[(2^p)+1]/3 holds

Make: p=(2^k)±1 or p=(4^k)±3 are also established

…… 】

"???" In the blink of an eye, one has been proven?This is so... can it work?

Taking a deep breath, Professor Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to prove the establishment of a formula is already very powerful.He looked at the teaching assistant next to him with a smile, "Tell me, who is better than you or him?"

"It's not Professor Chen." The teaching assistant stared at the blackboard dumbfounded and said, "How do you think his brain grew? I, a dignified graduate student of Peking University, was hanged and beaten by a high school student? Can I still be happy in the future? survived."

"My condolences!" Professor Chen patted the teaching assistant on the shoulder, and stared at the blackboard again with a smile.

At this time, the group of Beijing University students finally noticed it.This guy is actually proving a mathematical conjecture... Also, who the hell would a normal person think that a high school student would prove a mathematical conjecture with his bare hands?What the hell is it in class, isn't this crazy?

But looking at this guy's rhythm, it seems that he can really prove it.After all, there is already a formula established, and his speed is getting faster and faster.

After a while, thinking about it is too late.High school students want to prove the establishment of mathematical conjectures in the classrooms of Beijing University.If it can prove successful, it will not only become a good story, but the future of the parties is boundless.Of course, it doesn't matter if he doesn't prove success, and it's still when he proves a formula.

After all, he is a high school student. Thinking about it, he will still be a promising newcomer in mathematics.But in the eyes of Peking University students, he is already a master of mathematics.

"You said whether this boss can prove it, I can't understand the screening method now."

"I've forgotten what the hell sieve is..."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

"Look, the teacher is completely confused!"

Suddenly a student spoke, and everyone looked at the teacher, the teaching assistant.Unexpectedly, he also started to be confused.

The second and third blackboards have been used up, and now the fourth blackboard is being used, and there are not many blackboards left.Fortunately, Wang Yun has proved that the second formula holds.

Now there is only the last formula left. If Wang Yun can prove the existence of the last formula, then this conjecture will be accomplished, but if he cannot prove it, all previous efforts will be for naught.

The premise of this conjecture is that any two formulas are true, and the last formula must also be true at the same time.

Wang Yun's speed became faster and faster, and the blackboard was replaced by two more. Now there is no blackboard. Wang Yun, who was calculating on the last blackboard, suddenly stopped writing, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was panting non-stop, his hand holding the chalk was clenched tightly, and his face was almost contorted.