Chinese scientific researchers, the whole country is rushing towards the stars and the sea

The clock is 4 minutes and 40 seconds.

It was twenty seconds shorter than the five minutes Chen Mo expected.

The live stream isn't over yet.

But there was not a single barrage.

Everyone was stunned by Chen Mo's speed.

That's it?

It is in line with Chen Mo's research process.

Decide on the project, turn on the computer, start typing, and the research is over!

But this is Fermat's big conjecture!

A problem that has been unsolved for nearly 400 years can be solved in five minutes?

Are you sure you're not kidding us?

[Congratulations to the host, complete the Feiba conjecture proof, reward points of 5000 points, skill book number theory (level 1)] A

system prompt sounds.

There are so many points awarded, as well as skill books.

Chen Mo couldn't help but clap his hands.

Everyone woke up from the shock.

Bingbing applauded.

"Thank you for your wonderful performance, and congratulations on proving Fermat's conjecture."

Whether Chen Mo has completed the proof she doesn't know, she only knows that she has to support Chen Mo.

This is the rule of the station.

But not everyone has to comply with China Television's regulations.

The first barrage appeared.

From the trolls.

"How can you prove that your proof is correct?"

Chen Mo smiled when he saw this barrage.

"That's a good question, so how do you prove that you were born by your mother?"

Poof!

Bingbing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

There was a 233333 on the barrage.

"The level of your water army is really poor."

Chen Mo stretched out his index finger and shook it.

"The water army must have the consciousness of the water army, you should lower my IQ to your level, and then use your rich experience to defeat me."

"But you want to raise your IQ to my level, and I wonder who gave you the courage to think you could match my IQ?"

Netizens were amused with laughter again.

The sailors were so depressed that they couldn't speak.

We don't want to fight with you either.

But this is Party A's father's request, and we are also helpless.

Grass, a type of plant.

Never take Mo God's orders again!

"But I'm a kind-hearted man who can give you an idea."

Chen Mo smiled and pointed to the computer screen.

"Do you know why I was able to prove Fermat's conjecture in such a short time? Because someone has already proven it, and I plagiarized his work. "

No way, who let me have someone above me."

He pointed again, then lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"Let me tell you, the Jade Emperor is my old iron."

------------------------------ end of

the live stream.

Qin Song came to his senses and felt as if he was dreaming.

He pinched his thigh hard.

It hurts!

It turned out to be true.

The secretary's phone hadn't hung up yet, and Qin Song came over to pick it up.

"Old Fang, do you understand?"

The depressed voice of the dean of the Institute of Mathematics came over.

"I understand something, turn on the TV and it's the end. Hurry up and ask Chen Mo to write a paper on the proof process to me, and this paper must be published in our journal! "

I remember they weren't familiar with each other.

How can this old party have more confidence in Chen Mo than me?

Qin Song paused and asked

, "No, do you think he can do it?"

"I don't know if it's going to work, but I know he's definitely not going to joke about the honor of the highest award in national science."

Dean Fang replied.

Only then did Qin Song come to his senses.

Chen Mo now represents not only himself, but also the highest national science award.

Although this kid is usually a little unreliable, he has never been confused in major matters.

Hey, no.

He doesn't seem to be reliable.

But why do I feel this way?

There is no need to worry about such details.

Qin Song picked up the phone and dialed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's lazy voice came.

"Old man, what's the matter? I can tell you, don't schedule any more interviews with me, I'm not available. "

It's not an interview, you hurry up and write a paper on the proof of Fermat's conjecture, and the Institute of Mathematics will publish it for you."

"Papers? Not available!

Chen Mo refused very simply.

The system does not evaluate results based on papers.

Therefore, Chen Mo has never had the Xi of writing papers.

At the end of each study, it was thrown to someone else.

In addition, he has a special identity and does not put his name on the paper.

That's why no one can find his papers.

After all, the last time he wrote his own thesis was a doctoral dissertation.

But it was not publicly announced because of the secret.

It's a waste of time to sort out papers, isn't it fragrant to have the time to type a few lines of code?

Qin Song also knew his Xi and said

, "You don't need to write it yourself, just send me the proof process."

"You said it earlier, I've already sent the process to the scarf, you let them download it themselves."

"How much time can I delay you by being lazy and sending an email?"

Qin Song rolled his eyes in anger.

Chen Mo grinned.

"I'm busy! Old man, don't bother me about anything these days, I'm not available. "

You're hospitalized and... Hey, hey, you stinky boy hung up on me again!

Qin Song scolded directly at the microphone, but when he was done, he downloaded the proof process that Chen Mo sent on his neck and passed it on to Dean Fang.

"Old Fang, look at it, is he right?"

"I won't tell you, I don't have time to talk to you now."

"Hey, you hang up on me too!"

After being hung up twice in succession, Qin Song felt that his blood pressure had risen, and hurriedly took out a blood pressure monitor to measure it.

At the same time, someone else was also taking their blood pressure.

Whitehouse Institute.

The old man gasped for breath, not looking like high blood pressure, but a bit like a heart attack.

Alas, they were all angry with Chen Mo!

The assistant said secretly in his heart.

"High pressure 190, low pressure 120, pulse 110, your blood pressure is too high, your heart is beating fast, please seek medical attention promptly."

The sound of the electronic sphygmomanometer interrupting the assistant's thoughts.

He hurriedly took out blood pressure medication and gave it to the old man, and at the same time comforted him with kind words.

"Sir, there is no final certification yet, maybe Chen Mo's proof is wrong."

The old man swallowed the water in his mouth, waved his hand weakly, and said nothing.

The assistant thought things too simply.

There is no one who does not cherish feathers.

With Chen Mo's current status, he is not 100% sure, and he will definitely not prove it on the spot.

He was able to complete the proof in such a short time, and it was obvious that he had already proved Fermat's conjecture, but it was never published.

As a result, they sent to the door.

not only did not embarrass Chen Mo, but helped him become famous.

This is a giveaway!

As soon as he thought that this was his own proposal, the old man felt the urge to vomit blood.

Under the effect of antihypertensive drugs, the old man's blood pressure finally came down.

He waved at his assistant.

"Go, inform, inform..."

Seeing that he was so weak that he couldn't even speak, the assistant hurriedly made up the rest of the words for him.

"Notify the Institute of Mathematics to verify Chen Mo's proof?"

"It's not!"

The old man took a few breaths.

"Notify all software vendors and let them immediately impose sanctions on Chen Mo!"