In the office of the vice-chairman of the Yanjing Mathematics Research Association, Academician Song Baoguo was lying at the desk at the moment. His eyes were bloodshot, unkempt, and black ink stains could be seen everywhere on his clothes, as if he had not closed his eyes for days and nights.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Like Wang Xuecai, he has not slept for two days and two nights.

In the past two days, he spent almost all of his time outside of eating and going to the toilet on proving conjectures!

Finally, after rigorous argumentation, the accuracy of the answer sheet was finally proved.

With the answer sheet in front of him, he perfectly proved Zhou's conjecture. It took Song Baoguo two days to check countless times, and he didn't find the slightest mistake.

Zhou's conjecture, this problem that has plagued the mathematics community for more than ten years, has finally been proved.

Song Baoguo suddenly stood up and slapped his hands on the desk heavily, making a loud noise.

"Peng!"

"teacher."

"Song Yuan."

The next moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and a group of young people poured in.

Some of them are students of Song Baoguo, and some are staff of the Association of Mathematics Association.

Song Baoguo, you are the vice president of the Digital Federation Research Association. His every move affects the hearts of too many people. Song Baoguo has not left the office for two days in a row, and even lunch is delivered to the door, which has to make them Get nervous.

Fortunately, Song Baoguo finally came out.

"Prepare the car, I'm going to see Zhou Haizhong." Song Baoguo said eagerly.

He can't wait, he wants to see Zhou Haizhong soon.

"Cough, it's getting late, teacher, why don't we go after dinner?" the young student asked tentatively.

"Eat, eat, eat all day long. If you use your time to eat in academia, you won't be able to prove Zhou's conjecture!" Hanmang.

For a time, a group of masters and doctors were frightened, and they didn't even dare to let out the air.

If Zhou's conjecture was so easy to prove, it wouldn't have troubled the academic world for more than ten years, and everyone was slandering it.

Seemingly aware of the abnormality of the crowd, Song Baoguo's face turned gloomy again, his icy eyes swept across the crowd, and he scolded coldly: "Hmph, someone else, a high school student can prove Zhou's conjecture, but your group of doctors can't prove it. You should think about it!"

After all, he left the office without saying a word.

A high school student proved Zhou's conjecture?

For a time, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of astonishment.

That is Zhou's conjecture. Could it be that Zhou's conjecture in mathematics is not elementary school mathematics?

Wang Xuecai, Song Baoguo, Zhou Haizhong, and even some of the great figures in the foreign mathematics world were helpless to Zhou's conjecture. How could a high school student prove it!

"Senior brother, what the teacher said wouldn't be true, would it?"

"Probably not, after all, that is Zhou's conjecture." The young man thought for a while and said.

"I think it's really possible. After all, the teacher's temperament is not like a joke." Another young man said.

... Song Baoguo is not a person who likes to joke.

Everyone was shocked, looked at each other and chased Song Baoguo away.

Not only Song Baoguo was curious, but they were also very curious.

What kind of high school students can solve the problems that have plagued the mathematics community for more than ten years.

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