Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Lincoln could hear the killing intent in the squad leader's tone, but so what? He wasn't panicked at all, okay?

On the other side, watching Lincoln's chalk fall on the blackboard, the eyes of all the students in the class also became malicious and excited.

During the time when ghost schools first appeared, many humans entered their classrooms and became their teachers under the influence of fear.

These poor guys thought they could leave alive, but in the end, when they discovered that the final problem they faced was the three major conjectures in mathematics.

The little bit of luck and hope on his face will all turn into despair.

People who know Goldbach's conjecture will look pale and helplessly draw pictures on the blackboard, trying to stimulate their potential and see if they can break through themselves a little bit.

And those who don't even know Goldbach's conjecture will be confused looking at the question without a symbol or number, and then be completely torn apart by them in desperate wailing.

Human potential is huge. In order to survive, they can do many things, but mathematics is an exception.

If you can’t do math, you just can’t do it. Even if the pressure is great, you still can’t do what you should be able to do!

Using this Goldbach's conjecture as their trump card, they never failed. No human could solve this problem, and those who couldn't solve it were eventually brutally killed by them.

Even hearing that desperate scream ten thousand times is not enough!

Since the ghost school was closed, they had not heard the screams that were unique to humans for a long time, but now, Lincoln appeared in front of them.

They couldn't wait to see Lincoln being completely stumped by this math problem, and then being completely torn apart by them with a look of despair on his face!

Expectation! Their eyes were full of expectation as they looked at Lincoln, making it hard to tell whether they were students thirsting for knowledge or evil spirits thirsting for despair.

Facing the gazes of dozens of evil spirits below, Lincoln just smiled and then started writing on the blackboard at a very fast speed.

String after string of symbols and formulas were written by Lincoln on the blackboard, paired with words and patterns. Under the confused eyes of dozens of evil spirits, Lincoln wrote the entire thing in less than half a minute.

The blackboard was filled with writing, and then he looked at the ghosts under the podium: "What are you doing standing still? Do you have such a good memory? If you don't write it down quickly, I'm going to erase the blackboard."

Lincoln's voice made them wake up from a dream. They looked at Lincoln and then at the blackboard that was already filled with writing. They were confused for a while.

Although they were very skilled when they used Goldbach's conjecture to trick people, now if they really encountered a ruthless person like Lincoln, it would be them who would be confused.

They are just evil ghosts, not mathematicians in the human world. Even if the proof process of Goldbach's conjecture is put in front of them, they can't understand it!

In the past, when we took action, we only did it by looking at the despair on the faces of those humans and the guilt and uneasiness in their eyes.

But now I met an extremely confident Lincoln, and looking at the strings of characters he left on the blackboard, the evil spirits fell silent.

And while they were silent, Lincoln erased the writing on the blackboard with two flicks of his tongue, and then continued to write.

So, under the shocked eyes of those ghosts, Lincoln spent more than thirty minutes writing out the entire proof process of Goldbach's conjecture.

As the last period symbolizing the end fell on the blackboard, Lincoln turned around with a smile and looked at the stunned devils in front of him: "Okay, this is how the answer to this question is, who else is correct?

Is there something you don’t understand about that part?”

What don’t you understand? How should they answer?

Is it possible to say that there is no place from beginning to end that they can understand except the period?

The evil ghosts looked at each other in confusion. They could see the confusion and confusion in their eyes. According to their expectations, things should not develop like this, but why... they were obviously the first...

Bang bang bang!

Before they could start studying the theater, Lincoln was so angry that he clapped his hands on the podium: "I worked so hard on giving a lecture for thirty minutes, and what do you think of your expressions? Didn't you bring any of them to class?"

Brain?"

Ghosts: We are ghosts! Ghosts have to be smart...

This was what they were thinking, but none of them said it out loud. Lincoln chose to take the initiative and looked directly at the squad leader who was leading the way: "Come on, squad leader, tell me. You understand the process of this question."

Is it done?"

The squad leader was stunned for a moment when his name was called. Looking at the book-like words on the blackboard, he felt a little dizzy. But facing Lincoln's gaze, he nodded firmly: "I understand.

!”

"Okay!" Lincoln nodded loudly and praised: "Look, this is the correct attitude towards learning!"

As he spoke, Lincoln picked up the blackboard and erased a lot of the proof process with two swipes, and then shook his head to the monitor: "Come on, monitor, come up and show your learning results to the students, and make them a

example."

Monitor:???!!!

In an instant, thin beads of cold sweat broke out on his body.

If you ask him to open his eyes and tell lies, he can still do it, but if he is asked to complete the holy book on the blackboard... this ghost can do it!

No, he is just a ghost... Even a ghost can't do this!

A moment ago, the image of basketball player Cai Kun being hacked to death with an ax was still vivid in his mind. The squad leader couldn't imagine what he would encounter if he came on stage.

For the first time, he felt a suffocating sense of oppression from a human being, which almost made him forget that he was supposed to be a dominant ghost.

Locked by Lincoln's gaze, his whole body became extremely stiff, and he began to think of excuses rapidly in his mind: "I...I...I want to sort out my notes..."

"You also took notes. As expected of the monitor, you can imitate learning!" Lincoln looked at the blank notes on the table from a distance and applauded: "In that case, bring the notes together and let me take a look at you.

Remember this."

Monitor: Damn it! Am I a ghost or are you a ghost? Haven’t you ever heard of the principle of being merciful and merciful? What good will it do to you to be so aggressive?!

The squad leader didn't dare to move, but Lincoln's eyes gradually changed. Quietly, the fire ax stained with Cai Kun's blood was held in his hand again, and he looked at the squad leader with terror in his eyes: "

Could it be that you are lying to the teacher!"