Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The fifth day of the academic exchange.

A man in a suit walked quickly to the door of Room 306 and politely reached out and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Lu Zhou, your report will start soon. Is it convenient for you now?"

There was a sound in the room.

Then, the sound came out.

"Now? Will my report be afternoon?"

The suit man’s expression was a little subtle, and he coughed and coughed. He continued: “Accurately, an hour later, because of a small accident, a Belgian reporter temporarily canceled the submission due to the itinerary. Papers, temporary adjustments to our lecture schedule... Have you seen the mailbox?"

The room was silent for a while, and there was an impatient sigh.

"...wait me for a shower."

The staff of the conference team was relieved.

"We apologize for the inconvenience caused... In addition, please don't bother to wash for too long."

......

In the lecture hall on the 1st, in the room that is slightly larger than the lecture hall of Jinling University, the audience is crowded and sits about two or three hundred people. Among them are the little names who are not known, and there are also many big cows in the academic world.

For example, the late mathematics emperor Grothendieck's proud student Pierre Deligne, such as Professor Wang Yiping from Yanjing University...

It may be because of the poor mental state, the Lu Zhou standing on the podium, the calm of the state of mind, no tension, or the market above it.

After correcting the microphone, Lu Zhou sorted out the idea of ​​speaking, and after seeing the "can start" gesture given by the staff of the conference group, he slowly said.

"My papers should have been read by everyone. Originally, according to the arrangement of the conference group, the content of today's report should be the study of the distribution law of Mason's prime number... but because of the arbitrary schedule of the conference group, this book is led. The report that should appear in the afternoon will be moved to the morning, so please allow me to make a small capricious request."

After a pause, Lu Zhou looked at the staff of the conference group next to him. "Can you help me hang a whiteboard on it?"

The staff of the conference group squatted and hesitated: "No problem, but the projection effect of the projector on the whiteboard is very poor, and the people behind may not see it."

"Give me a pen again," Lu Zhou looked at the projector. "This thing can be turned off."

Many people in the audience are whispering, and there are many discussions. I don't know what Lu Zhou is going to do.

The staff of the conference meeting group were equally curious, but it was clear that they encountered the more erratic requirements of the "geniuses" not once or twice, so they quickly did, and dragged a whiteboard from the classroom next door.

After receiving the marker from the staff of the conference team, Lu Zhou nodded and said "thank you", then turned to face the whiteboard, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and entered the system space, and opened the inspiration time.

The last hour.

He will be here to complete the final proof!

Open your eyes and Lu Zhou lifts the pen.

On the whiteboard, wrote the first line of calculations...

At the time when Lu Zhou was meticulous about the floor, the atmosphere in the venue was a bit irritating.

Even if you don't say a word, even the ppt will not be released. For those rookies who attended the academic conference for the first time, it is really unfriendly.

Two students sitting in the back row, packed up things and quietly exited.

The academic conference is only a few days away, and there are only a few lectures that can be heard. These 30 minutes are very important to the reporters and important to those who listen to the lectures.

As for the big cows who often attend various academic conferences, they have seen more, and the expression on their faces has not changed. They are concerned with the results of the reporters, not the reporters themselves...

When Lu Zhou wrote the tenth line of calculations, Professor Deliène, who had no expression on his face, suddenly picked up his eyebrows.

The tilted leg changed his position and looked at the assistant next to him. He whispered, "Is the notebook with you?"

The assistant smashed and quickly took out the notebook and the pen. "Take it."

"Thank you."

Putting the notebook on his lap, Deligne stared at the line of calculations on the whiteboard, and his eyes gradually became serious.

At the same time, sitting on the other side of the venue, Mr. Wang Yiping is also staring at the whiteboard.

Although he is old, even with glasses is not so easy to see the things on the whiteboard, but he still looks very serious, but also very carefully.

Sitting next to him is the academic exchange group of Yan Da. It consists of three undergraduates and a graduate student and a doctoral student. Among them are the students he brought, and his old friends entrusted him to bring him out to see the world.

Staring at the whiteboard in front of him, Wei Wen frowned: "Screening? What does he want?"

Yes.

What does he want to do...

Mr. Wang Lao is also thinking about this issue.

However, when he saw the tenth line of calculations, the turbid eyes instantly picked up, and then it was unbelievable.

He probably guessed it when he saw it here.

But can't believe it...

He is going to challenge the world's problems here? Prove the twin prime guess! ?

Not crazy or crazy...

"... sieve method? He is proving that Goldbach guessed the second expression? No, no, this step..." Molina stared at the whiteboard, her pen tipped the notebook in her hand, and the sapphire-like pupil sparkled incredulously. The fascination, "...Professor Zellberg published a paper in the "Year of Mathematics" in 1995, on the complementary study of the topological method on the sieve theory... He is challenging the twin prime guess!"

When Lu Zhou wrote the twentieth line of calculations, 30% of the participants in the venue had already understood what the reporter on the stage wanted to do.

As for the rest of the people, it doesn't matter if you don't understand.

This kind of academic conference itself is open-ended. It is difficult to report the papers and invitations. The registration is not too high. It is better to say that the organizers are not willing to come over and send money. After all, the registration fee is not cheap.

And back 10,000 steps, even if you don't sign up, it doesn't matter much.

This kind of semi-open academic conference, although the conference group has issued admission badges, but coming in to listen to the lectures does not check this stuff. Therefore, many people who have not signed up do not prevent them from coming to the report meeting, and discussing the mathematics problem with the "selling master" of the academic poster.

The only difference is that they can't post their own posters, they can't live in the Princeton Hotel in the private room, and they can't participate in the cocktail party on the first and last day.

Staring at the whiteboard, Wei Wen, holding the pen, suddenly said: "Vinogradov's three prime number theorem?"

Professor Wang Yiping nodded: "Yes."

Wei Wen couldn't help but ask: "Professor... What does he want to do?"

Professor Wang Yiping smiled and said: "Oh, can't you see it?"

Wei Wen looked dignified and shook his head.

"Then continue to read it." Professor Wang Yiping sighed and looked at the whiteboard on the stage. He nodded his approval and sighed softly. "It seems that this old Tang brought out a good seedling... next Twenty years, I can look forward to it."

Did not notice the movements in the venue, Lu Zhou's attention, has been concentrated in the whiteboard, the speed of a stroke in the hand is not fast, but it is extra cautious, extra force.

In the past, one minute and one second, the staff of the conference team stood by and watched the watch constantly.

Finally, when there were five minutes left, the staff member in the suit saw that the qa link had not started yet, and he coughed, and the routine reminded him.

"There are five minutes left, please let the reporter control the time of the speech."

Lu Zhou did not stand in front of the whiteboard, and wrote the marker in his hand, as if he had not heard it.

He has completely shielded the outside interference, and even the Chinese reminders may not be able to listen in, not to mention the English that has been translated.

Finally, five minutes have passed.

The staff of the two conference teams exchanged their eyes and prepared to go on stage to remind the spokesperson who forgot the time and occasion.

However, just in the moment when one of the staff members just came to power, a sound that was not loud but clear came from the first row of the venue.

"Let him continue."

The person who spoke was Pierre Deligne.

When I saw the big man, the staff subconsciously stunned.

However, due to his duties, he still showed his face and explained to the Daxie: "But the next report will start soon..."

Putting the notes aside and slowly stood up, Professor Delini looked back and said slowly: "The next report will be temporarily adjusted to the alternate lecture hall No. 4, who wants to listen to the next one. I can go first."

The voice fell.

Ten seconds passed and no one moved.

No one is willing to move.

Those who don't understand, have already left the game, and will not sit down to the present.

The rest of the people can not only understand what the reporter is doing, but even see a few doorways.

Challenge world-class math conjectures at the conference site?

Those who dare to do this are not geniuses, they are crazy!

If what is going to happen next is not a big joke, then they are sitting here at this moment, witnessing the arrival of a great moment.

No matter which one, it is a cool thing for the "arrogant" Princeton people...