Xueba: The Knowledge I Teach, The Crit Is Returned

"Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, are you alright?

Seeing that Gu Bai's face was not good-looking, Xue Jiabao hurriedly closed the computer, smiled and persuaded: "Hey...don't worry. This kind of public opinion will disappear after a while."

"That's right, public opinion is like this, it comes and goes fast. Besides, Zhu Zhengming likes to make some sensational public opinions, and he ordered 'Kun Kun' some time ago. 35

Senior Li Mengfan also hurriedly persuaded.

Gu Bai certainly understands the persuasion of the two seniors, and this kind of public opinion will soon dissipate.

But.... Gu Bai didn't provoke this 'Zhu Zhengming', he just gave a simple live lecture.

And... Grandma also said: the more you think about it, the more you get angry, the more you take a step back, the more you lose.

Gu Bai frowned, and his brain was quickly thinking of ways to deal with it.

At present, as an undergraduate freshman, he really has no good way.

Right, he doesn't.

Neither does he have the money.

The authority of the academic circle, he currently does not have.

His current status is just an ordinary undergraduate student.

Zhu Zhengming also took advantage of Gu Bai's "undergraduate student" and made a lot of nonsense on his scarf, labeling Gu Bai as a "mistaken child".

If Gu Bai was a graduate of Qingbei, or an old professor of a certain college, this would not have happened at all.

But...does being an undergraduate really mean everything?

If... this one undergraduate student can do something that many professors can't do, will there be a turnaround...

"Gu Bai, have you come up with a good solution?" Seeing that Gu Bai didn't speak, Senior Li Mengfan continued to ask.

Gu Bai shook his head and said, "Not yet?"

Li Mengfan pondered for 127 moments, then raised his chin and suggested: "How about we also scold him with a scarf and post, and put the SCI article you published on it to prove your strength. 35

Gu Bai laughed: "Scolding him...that SCI paper?

"Yes, my scarf has more than 1,000 fans, and Xue Jiabao's has more than 200, so that's more than 1,200, how about you?

"Um... this is not clear, I have never used it since I registered as a freshman.

"Open it and take a look." Li Mengfan took Gu Bai's phone directly.

Immediately, Gu Bai took out his mobile phone and opened the scarf, which Gu Bai rarely used.

However...

When Gu Bai's scarf was opened, he found that the number of fans of his scarf actually broke 3w.

what's the situation?

The scarf was touched by human flesh, so there are black fans?

Gu Bai frowned and opened a private message.

Gu Bai was stunned when he saw the message.

It's not because of some abusive messages from black fans, but because... most of the messages are actually students from Yangcheng High School.

"The anchorman... are you all right?"

"I found an organization, the anchor, we will always support you, thank you... Wang Meng, class 3 of Yangcheng No. 1 Middle School, left a message."

"Although the live broadcast room is gone, but... I will always support you, and I will always remember what I have learned from you in the past two months. Thanks to the host, kneeling and thanking!!!59

"Damn Zhu Zhengming, such a good anchor room is gone, the anchor is big, don't worry, I will keep this hatred in my heart, and I will have the opportunity to vent your anger in the rest of my life.

"I will always remember that there was an anchor named Gu Bai who taught me a lot during the final period of the college entrance examination this year."

"Enter the group, enter the group to denounce 'Zhu Zheng (aibj) Ming', the group number:

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To be honest, seeing these comments, Gu Bai is still a little touched.

It turned out that the students he taught did not change much because of his undergraduate status.

On the contrary, they still support Gu Bai and are grateful to Gu Bai.

Closing the phone scarf, Gu Bai picked up his schoolbag and made up his mind.

For himself, or for the group of senior high school students who support him, he always does something.

Inside the library.

Gu Bai came to his usual sitting position, put down the backpack, took out a large stack of manuscript paper from the backpack, placed it on the table, and then wrote a few lines of large characters with a black signature brush.

[Proposition of Reverse Mathematical Induction and Proof of Zhou's Conjecture!]

【Abstract: This paper proposes and studies the reverse mathematical induction method, and uses it to prove that when: 2^(2^(n?1))

【Key words: prime numbers, Mersenne prime numbers, reverse mathematical induction...】

That's right, Gu Bai wants to prove Zhou's conjecture.

It was the only counter weapon he could think of.

Zhu Zhengming also took advantage of Gu Bai's fact that he was an undergraduate student, and slammed the "learning live room" on his scarf.

.

But...what if this undergraduate student proves Zhou's conjecture?

This undergraduate has done what many professors and mathematicians can't do?

Does his status as an ordinary undergraduate still matter?

No, it doesn't matter anymore.

At that time, there would be no trolls on the Internet saying that Gu Bai was not qualified to teach live teaching to senior high school students.

Huhu~~

Taking a deep breath, Gu Bai let himself go and put aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Zhou's conjecture, also known as the conjecture of the distribution of Mersenne primes, was formally proposed in February 1992 by Zhou Haizhong, a scholar in Daxia, based on the known Mersenne primes and their permutations, by skillfully using the method of relational observation and incomplete induction. Goldbach conjecture, twin prime conjecture, ABC conjecture, and Riemann conjecture together become the five major conjectures of prime numbers.

To say which of the five prime number conjectures is the most difficult, in fact, everyone has an answer for everyone.

In any case, it has not been proved, and it is arbitrary to refer to a deer as a horse.

But... the formula of Zhou's conjecture is the simplest, with only one line of mathematical formula.

However, the proof of mathematical conjecture, not only because the formula is simple, but also means its difficulty is relatively simple.

In recent decades, countless mathematicians and prime number research enthusiasts have tried various methods, but... they have never been able to solve it.

Therefore, Zhou's conjecture is also called Zhou's conjecture, not Zhou's theorem.

Today, Gu Bai wants to do the same as these mathematicians... turn Zhou's conjecture into Zhou's theorem.

After putting aside all his thoughts, Gu Bai's eyes were firm, he raised the pen in his hand, and quickly wrote and drew on the scratch paper.

"When 2^(2^(n?1))

"We might as well assume: when p<2^(2^n), the number of wMp^(2^(2^n)) Mersenne primes is 2^(n+1)-n-1...."

"From this, the following conclusions can be drawn: 1: Tn+1=2Tn-1, if Tn+1 is a prime number, it can be deduced that Tn must be a prime number, and T1, T2, T3, T4, T5 are all prime numbers, then all Tn(n→∞) are all prime numbers, from which it is deduced that there are infinitely many Mersenne primes..."

"Check again..."

"...The top of the tower is the tower-shaped number of 2, 3, 7, 127.... All are prime numbers. The single digits after T34 are all 7, and they are 4k-1 prime numbers.

"So the fundamental tower primes are..."

At this moment, Gu Bai seems to have forgotten everything and entered a world with only mathematical symbols.

One by one, the formulas are constantly beating and dancing in Gu Bai's mind... and finally constitute the powerful mathematical proof steps under Gu Bai's hands.

Time passes by every minute....

The people around him have come and gone, and they have changed several times. From time to time, a few people turn to look at the young man who is sitting in the corner and keeps writing down line after line of mathematical formulas.

However, after seeing the mathematical formula on the scratch paper that looked like a ghostly drawn talisman, everyone shook their heads and scolded a 'math lunatic' before leaving immediately.

The world of mathematics is full of lunatics, but the world of mathematics needs lunatics. They don't know what Gu Bai is writing, but...it always feels like this young man is like a lunatic.

Gu Bai doesn't know how much time has passed, his brain just feels very tired, more tired than a paper a day some time ago.

This kind of exhaustion is not like exhausted physical exhaustion, but exhausted mental exhaustion.

But Gu Bai knew that he couldn't be discouraged at this time, and the thoughts in his mind couldn't stop...

Resisting the spirit, Gu Bai continued to devote himself to the ocean of mathematics.

Time goes by again...

It wasn't until the moon rose high that Gu Bai stopped what he was doing. He rubbed his sore and blurred eyes.

At this moment, Gu Bai doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to sleep well....

"Dude, you are really cool.

"You were there when you came in the morning, you were there when you came at noon, it's 10 o'clock in the evening, and you're still there..."

"Write what?"

Next to him, a buddy who was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, saw Gu Bai stop the pen in his hand, and looked at it curiously.

However, after seeing the last line of words on the top manuscript paper in front of Gu Bai's eyes [... Zhou's conjecture was renamed Zhou's theorem], he was stunned for a moment.

Zhou's conjecture renamed Zhou's theorem?

"This guy turns out to be a lunatic, do you want to call 120..." Shaking his head, the graduate student talked to Gu Bai again.

Gu Bai smiled weakly, didn't speak, didn't know what the dude was thinking, his head was empty, and he just sat slumped on the chair.

It wasn't until the voice of the library aunt's urging sound that Gu Bai slowly stood up.

After tidying up all the manuscript papers and putting them in the schoolbag, Gu Bai slowly left the library of Linhai University.

The expression on his face was calm, and there was no excessive excitement in his heart.

But Gu Bai knows: from today, Zhou's conjecture will be renamed: Zhou's Theorem!