Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Standing at the door is Brother Luo Wenxuan.

The two had already made an appointment and went to the hall together.

"The party is about to start, how long will you have to do?"

"Already good."

After the whole tie, Lu Zhou unplugged the room card and walked out of the room. "The party... How come?"

Luo Shixiong smiled and said: "Normally take the elevator downstairs, then take a champagne from the waiter's tray, find someone you are interested in and talk about it in the past. If you don't speculate, you will end the topic... Let it go, don't worry. Whether others are interested in you, I believe that there should be a lot of people interested in you."

How amuse this is.

Although I know that I am handsome, but we are still modest...

Lu Zhou smiled embarrassedly.

Luo Shixiong did not notice what Lu Zhou was thinking, while taking him to the elevator, he introduced him to the party to pay attention to in this chat.

"...If you are studying something interesting, try to find a big guy who is also interested in this field. If he is interested in your research content, you can choose him as your academic editor when you submit. The rate of submission will be much higher. If you are going to read Bo, you can also find a mentor in your field. It is better to compare two sentences in a row. It is better to expect a cat to run into a dead mouse."

After entering the elevator, the two men and two of the elevators took a face.

Luo Shixiong squatted down and immediately extended his right hand to the old man standing next to the young man. "Professor Wang, it’s so cute!"

"Haha, Ronaldinho," Professor Wang also smiled and reached out and shook hands with him. "Long time no see... Is this?"

"Lu Zhou, Professor Tang's proud student," after retracting his hand, Luo Shixiong took a shot on Lu Zhou's shoulder and smiled and continued to introduce to him, "This is Professor Wang Yiping of Yanda, our large field of algebraic number theory. Cow."

"Professor Wang is good!"

Cattle!

Hearing this name that was once seen in the literature, Lu Zhou suddenly awe.

Although this big sister may not be famous for him, it is only a low-key for others. And there is another very important reason. Most of the research results in the field of mathematics are in the young age, there is no internet at that time, only the big-character poster...

Mr. Wang Lao’s academic achievements in his life have been known to Lu Zhou, including a promotion of the Hualin problem raised by Mr. Hua Luogeng’s whole-value polynomial, which proves that the famous combinator ballobas is an important part of the limited Abelian group. Guess and so on...

These questions are definitely not as good as Zhou’s guess. The short-term four words are catchy, but the academic value is only high.

The number theory is not a strong field in Yanda, and Mr. Wang Lao is a big flag.

"What a big cow is not a big cow, don't brag for me," holding the right hand of Lu Zhoushen, Mr. Wang Yiping did not have any shelf, and said with a sly smile, "Small classmates, I listen to you Professor Tang. Hello, you are old. I am old, and the future of our motherland depends on you young talents. You can work harder!"

Lu Zhou awe-inspiringly: "Professor is very heavy."

"There is one to say one, learn more about you, Professor Tang, Shaohe, and learn from the Qin Dean." Was swinging his hand, Wang Yuping smiled and continued to introduce Lu Zhou to the young man next to him: "This It’s my student, Wei Wen.”

Wei Wen reached out and smiled and said, "Hello, we met again."

"Hello, hello," smiled and shook hands with the brother, Lu Zhou smiled, but thought for a long time.

Have you seen it?

Where have you seen it?

I have no impression at all...

After a few chills, Professor Wang took his students and went to other places.

Luo Shixiong patted Lu Zhou’s shoulder and threw a happy sentence, and he “divided” with him.

Looking at the people in the three or five groups in the venue, Lu Zhou’s heart holding the champagne in his hands could not help but feel.

Who said that Xueba is not good at talking?

It seems that my posture level needs to be improved.

After a few laps in the venue, Lu Zhou was originally planning to find the reviewer of his previous paper, Professor Delière, and went to worship, but after seeing the big man surrounded by many people, he hesitated. .

Heaven and earth conscience, he is definitely not awkward, just surrounded by a lot of birds, and his current level of English is still a little stressful.

And when he finally made up his mind...

Mmp, the person has gone.

In the end, Lu Zhou, who had turned a few laps, was still sitting on the sofa in the rest area of ​​the venue.

Just like every time you go to the school cafeteria to eat, if you must let him choose the most comfortable one from a row of seats, then he will definitely pick the position that looks less noisy.

Shaking his head, idle is also idle, Lu Zhou took out the notebook from the inside pocket of the suit, and continued to study the problem that was not figured out in the hotel.

However, at this moment, an unexpected figure was sitting opposite him.

Lu Zhou looked up and didn't recognize it for a while.

The golden hair spread out into a wave of micro-volumes, and the soft facial features were a little less rough in the West, except for a smug eyebrow on the eye socket. The temperament that emerged from the eyebrows was similar to that of a female student in the Harry Potter movie.

The black evening dress and the white swan neck form a sharp contrast. The mystery under the conservative style is not like the Frenchman's cheerfulness, but a mystery similar to Victorian style.

The line of sight is slightly down...

Ok, it’s not that all foreigners have big breasts...

It’s too rude to stare at a certain part of the woman. Lu Zhou just rushed to meet the curiosity and regained sight. Just as he was preparing to say hello in a chattering voice, the opposite was opened.

Molina: "Don't you dance?"

"Don't go, the atmosphere there is too busy, not suitable for me..." Can't edit it, Lu Zhou simply said the truth, "Okay, in fact, mainly I can't dance, what about you?"

Molina grinned and said: "Me too."

Lu Zhou looked at her unexpectedly: "I thought the French were all dancing masters."

"To each other," Molina grinned and smiled. "When I first came to the United States, I thought that you Chinese people would work hard."

"This... misunderstanding is too big." Lu Zhou Khan.

"I'm curious."

"What are you curious about?"

“Why is a beautiful lady sitting across from you, can you still think about math problems indifferently?”

Holding the grass? !

Mind reading?

Are foreigners so social?

Lu Zhou accidentally looked at Molina, but she did not deny it. Instead, she asked: "Why do you say that?"

Molina stared at Lu Zhou’s eyes and grinned and said: “The eyes can explain a lot of problems.”

"...well, it seems that I have a pair of eyes that will tell me."

Lu Zhou coughed.

He admitted that he really was thinking about math problems.

Even now...

The conversation was in a short silence, and the two men were quiet together.

Looking at the figure in the dance floor, Lu Zhou's index finger gently tapped on the table, with the waltz's music playing the beat.

Inspiration is always something metaphysical.

Just as with the truth buried in the endless numbers, an inadvertent slip away from his fingertips.

Although more than once, he has had the urge to resort to the system.

However, the principle of system answering is to know where the problem is, and will not guide him how to solve a problem, and will not provide any directional advice.

The conjecture of direct conversion to twin primes requires far more points than he holds.

Always a little bit worse...

Lu Zhou pinched his fist.

Suddenly, his heart moved, thinking of the twenty-four hours of inspiration in the system, and suddenly stood up from the chair.

Molina looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhou took a deep breath and his eyes sparkled with excitement: "I suddenly thought of an important thing."

Molina's eyebrows picked her eyes and said in a joking tone: "Is it more important to have dinner with an elegant French lady?"

"It’s more important to have dinner with the Virgin Mary!"

Throwing this sentence, Lu Zhoutou did not return, hurried to the elevator.