Lang rode a bamboo horse roaring

International Symposium on Mathematics, speakers are sorted alphabetically by country.Not every country has a sufficient economic foundation to support pure theoretical research. After Bai Zhou heard three or four project reports, it was his turn.

When the host called his name, the mathematicians in the big conference room all looked sideways, and the cameras in the hands of the reporters in the back row also turned.Under the attention of everyone, Bai Zhou got up together, and the crystal lamp illuminated his ice-like calm face. He raised his hand to button his suit and walked to the podium.

It takes only 6 or 7 seconds from the start to the end of the speed race.Lan Shan slammed the red button of the timing, then relaxed his body, allowing him to land slowly while being suspended by the automatic protector.He was two positions faster than the other player, and when he fell and passed him, Lan Shan saw him grit his teeth and sprint, with a tense expression.

To be able to stand on the international arena, everyone has the good idea of ​​winning, but after all, there are winners and losers in the game.

Lan Shan landed steadily, and looked up to see his own achievements——.

Play normally.

The coach in the distance clenched his fist hard. Within 6 seconds, this result is definitely enough to enter the final.

The player on the track next door also fell, and his results were not as dazzling as that of Blue Mountain. This time, the world championships probably have to stop here.He glanced at the timer with regret for the last time, hugged Lan Shan, and said cheers.

Compared with other sports, rock climbing can only be regarded as just beginning, and it is far less perfect than their competition system.Lanshan finished the preliminary race of the speed competition in the morning, but couldn't rest in the afternoon, and was rushing to compete in the final again.

Lan Shan was ready to relax after the game, and had a meal after a short rest. He glanced at the time, and the morning session of the mathematics seminar was over.

Lan Shan asked the coach for instructions, got the mobile phone, and he called Bai Zhouyi.

Bai Zhouyi answered quickly, as if he had been waiting for his call.

"Is it going well?" Blue Mountain asked.

"Successful." Bai Zhouyi said, "This afternoon is the questioning session, which may be troublesome."

"what?"

"But it won't be too much trouble."

"Don't breathe too much, I'm still preparing for the battle." Lan Shan heaved a sigh of relief and condemned him.

"Congratulations to your second place in the group." Bai Zhouyi said.

"There's nothing to congratulate." Lan Shan said, "It's not the first, the first is worthy of congratulations."

"Then congratulations in advance for winning the championship."

Lan Shan smiled: "You have confidence in me."

Both of them still had a battle to fight in the afternoon, so they didn't chat for too long, so they hung up the phone quickly.

The seminar in the afternoon is a question-and-answer session. Scholars from various countries can ask questions about topics they are interested in from other countries. Professor Huang had already vaccinated Bai Zhouyi, saying that the situation might not be easy to deal with. Fen Riemann conjectures that this kind of embarrassing people can also get the proof given by the School of Mathematics.

Before the seminar, some mathematical organizations with ulterior motives obtained Bai Zhouyi's proof theory and tried to find the flaws in it.To their disappointment, Bai Zhouyi's proof has no logical loopholes, and it is a perfect theory that can actually prove the establishment of the Riemann Hypothesis.

But this does not mean that they will give up criticizing this.

Not long after the discussion started, three scholars successively asked Bai Zhouyi questions about the proof theory of the Riemann Hypothesis.

Although their questions were tricky, they were also in line with academic norms, and Bai Zhou answered them one by one.

After the third scholar asked about the operation and method of deciphering the conjecture, another scholar suddenly raised an issue. He lightly threw the proof report of Riemann's conjecture on the table, and said with a little mockery: "So your proof, It’s just a simple formula that anyone can come up with, is it calculated by substituting a certain value?”

He spread his hands and said, "It turns out that Riemann's conjecture can be proved so simple, but we thought it was complicated."

The scholar's words were thorny, and his tone didn't sound like a discussion, but more like a tutor's accusation against a student who didn't understand.I don't know whether it's because Bai Zhouyi is too young to put on an old man's airs, or he is determined to give a big hat to the Chinese Academy of Mathematics, or both.

As soon as he finished speaking, a scholar beside him also smiled and echoed: "Don't be too strict, our usual research is too complicated, and it's fine if a middle school student can understand it."

The reporters in the back row sensed the weird atmosphere and knew that there was going to be a conflict, so they excitedly pointed their cameras at the front row.

After the two scholars made an attack, another scholar also smiled eccentrically and said, "The basic method of substituting numerical calculations can only be thought of by a developing research institute like the Chinese Academy of Mathematics. It is because our thinking is aging."

The camera at the rear faithfully broadcast the scene in the conference hall to every corner of the world.In the High School of Mathematics, Li Longying, who was sneaking in the bathroom watching the live broadcast, saw several senior scholars shamelessly pointing at Bai Zhouyi's scene, and directly cursed out loud.

"Damn it, these old bastards who rely on the old to sell the old." Li Longying cursed angrily, regardless of whether there was anyone in the cubicle, "The research is not doing well, but the tea art is not unfamiliar at all."

While he was cursing, the screen on the phone changed, and the photographer stopped taking pictures of the hideous faces of old scholars, and focused on Bai Zhouyi instead.

As sinking as water, Bai Zhou gently pulled the mic, and leaned over to speak.

Li Longying immediately kept silent, and concentrated on listening to Bai Zhouyi's rebuttal, but at this moment his internet suddenly froze, and the screen was frozen on Bai Zhouyi's Lamic, and did not move anymore.

"Fuck--"

There was an angry howl from the bathroom.

The final of the speed race is also a two-two confrontation, and finally the final ranking is ranked according to the results.

Lan Shan walked out of the passage, and saw the muscular young man at the bottom of the rock wall, rubbing chalk powder on his hands.

The star-striped banner was printed on the back of the young man's climbing suit. Blue Mountain knew that his name was Simon, he was from the eastern United States, he ranked first in the qualifiers, and he was his opponent in the final.

Lan Shan also stepped onto the cushion, patted chalk on his hands, and continued to observe Simon with sideways eyes.

Simon is one year older than Lanshan, but he is already a veteran. He has participated in various international competitions since he was 13 years old, and he has won awards in basically all famous competitions.

He was also the champion of the World Youth Championship that Lanshan participated in before. In that speed race, he won the second.

Seconds, a whole body gap.

Lan Shan turned his head to look at Simon. The broad young man was standing on the cushion freely. The game was approaching, but he looked relaxed, but this did not slow down the strong aura emanating from him.

Lan Shan felt a faint sense of oppression.

Four years on, Simon has gotten stronger.

Lanshan's coaches clenched their hands nervously at the back. Athletes are most afraid of encountering old opponents, especially old opponents who overwhelm them. In speed climbing competitions, only a few seconds, and a second's flash of thought may determine the outcome. Absolutely not Athletes are allowed to have distracting thoughts.

The coach shouted in his heart, hold on.

Simon noticed Lan Shan's scrutiny, turned his head to meet his gaze, froze for a moment, then grinned at Lan Shan with grinning teeth, and said cheers.

He has met too many opponents, and he doesn't remember Lanshan for a long time, and Simon is not used to remembering people. Maybe when he was a child, he would care about some competitors, but later he didn't bother to pay attention.

They're both too weak, and he's always the champion.

After being caught peeping, Lan Shan didn't immediately look away. In this case, shrinking back means showing weakness.Before the start of the game, the momentum must not be suppressed. He resisted the pressure from the pavement, nodded politely to Simon, and said cheers.

The preparation bell rang, and the two stopped looking at each other. They both went forward to buckle the equipment, raised their feet, and buckled their fingers on the prepared moves.Their movements are similar, the muscles are tense, and the blue veins are faintly stretched on the lines of the arms.

The waiting time was prolonged, but there was always a moment when the game ended. The sound effect of the start of the game sounded, and Lan Shan and Simon rushed up from the bottom of the rock wall like arrows leaving the string.

Mai was too low for Bai Zhouyi, he tried to pick it up, but failed.Bai Zhou frowned, and could only lean down unhappily, and leaned over to the wheat to speak.

"I agree with several professors. Compared with other proofs, the calculation process of the proof of Riemann's conjecture by the Chinese Academy of Mathematics is relatively simplified. But I don't think this means that this proof is easy to come by. The proof of Riemann's conjecture is mine. The result of joint research with the Chinese Academy of Mathematics. It is impolite to call any research "simple". For this, I think a professor here feels the same, because his proof of the Riemann Hypothesis is the same as mine Coincidentally, after communication, we agreed that this formula is the most likely to solve the conjecture."

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the few scholars who spoke just now changed. Bai Zhou was young and had no background, so they could rest assured to put on the airs of their seniors and scold them. As for the rest of the scholars present, everyone has a position that cannot be ignored in the mathematics world. It is absolutely not easy to offend.

They have just complained in their hearts, and some scholars have asked: "Which scholar is it?"

Bai Zhou raised his hand slightly, motioned for a seat, and said: "I am very grateful to him for his help in my research. He is not only an excellent mathematician, but also a scholar who loves mathematics and is full of international spirit. .”

When he said these words, the faces of the people who spoke just now were colorful again, and anyone could tell that the young man used his praise to insinuate that some people present were narrow-minded and lacked international spirit, but what he said was They said it themselves, and now that the boomerang is piercing themselves, they can't refute it at all.

The large conference room was unusually quiet, only the sound of shutters ringing from time to time.

Bai Zhouyi said: "Finally, I would like to respond to the problem of 'algebraic' calculation."

"The result of the formula is endless." He smiled, and his tone was more relaxed. "I insist on bringing in specific figures for calculation. It is indeed an unwise decision."

Some applauding laughter came from the round table.

"However, sometimes we need to be less smart." Bai Zhouyi said, "Everyone here, if you have a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis, you can turn to the last page."

The meeting room was full of pages turning again, and many people who had certificates in their hands were stunned. They remembered that when Bai Zhou gave a report in the morning, the last page of the ppt only said [Proof Established].

But now, on the last page of the materials in their hands, there are densely packed characters and extremely small numbers, which makes people dizzy at a glance, and they don't want to read more.

Bai Zhou raised the proof in his hand, showed it to everyone, and said, "This is the calculated value I brought into the formula."

Finally, he looked at the first scholar who made the challenge, and slightly bent his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Although such a project is not a huge one, it is definitely not something that can be summed up by the phrase 'anyone can do it', right? "

"I lost." At the moment the finals started, the coach had this thought in his mind.

Simon is too fast, he is in good shape, half a head taller than Lan Shan, when the whistle sounded, he rushed out like a cheetah, and he was half a body faster than Lan Shan.

For speed climbing, the start is especially important, and it can even be said that the victory can be determined from the start.

The coach looked desperately at the gap between the two on the rock wall and sighed.

But Lan Shan didn't admit defeat yet. A stronger opponent meant a faster pace. When he set off, he felt a chill on his side, as if a gust of wind had blown past him.Don't wonder how amazing Simon's speed is.

At that moment, Lan Shan didn't realize that he was falling behind, but a thought flashed in his mind.

Be faster.

Kick your legs and reach out.

It seems to be a little closer to the wind.

It has to be faster.

He kicked twice on the wall, so fast that he couldn't see the shadow clearly.

Got the wind.

Simon realized that he was chasing, and added another section at a slow speed.

The last two meters.

Lan Shan had no other distractions, only raised his head and stared at the finish line.

That second passed very slowly, and the red button of the chronograph became the east wind on the mountain, the rain in the valley, and the snow falling outside the train.

Lan Shan ran in the carriage, trying his best to rush out of the bright door.

boom!

He slammed the red button hard, and after a second of stagnation in the air, he began to fall.

Falling after Blue Mountain, first saw Simon's timing board, a new world record.

His heart lost weight along with his body. Amidst the cheers, his gaze fell on his timing board like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Please take two days off and update the ending on Friday