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Chapter 80 Your Goal Should Be Goldbach's Conjecture

Yan Fuguang glanced at it, the leave slip was full of crumpled marks, which showed how angry the old man was when he found out.

Knowing the old man's temper well, Yan Fuguang was not in a hurry.

I found a chair and sat down, ready to move with emotion and reason.

"Mr. Qian, if I ask for leave, it won't delay my study progress. You should know this. Why don't you give me a bigger paper?"

Hearing this, Qian Mingli became even angrier.

"Are you ready to let yourself go because you are smarter than others? Mathematics is something that you have to study while your brain is active. When you get older, it's useless to try hard."

The old man wholeheartedly wanted to lure this gifted student to the academic path, so what he said was from the bottom of his heart.

The little girl's family is full of uncertainties. It's so interesting to swim in the ocean of mathematics. What kind of star should she be!

Yan Fuguang knew that the old man cherished talents, but she couldn't just say that she didn't need to learn these things.

Before she could think of a reason, the old man took a sip of tea and started outputting continuously again.

"Let me do the papers for you, so what if you know all the papers in your senior year, that's all you need for yourself? Your goal should be Goldbach's conjecture, not a small undergraduate test paper!"

Qian Mingli dutifully persuaded him, he really didn't want to watch gifted students waste their talents.

However, Yan Fuguang has already been distracted by the words he just heard.

If this Goldbach's conjecture is solved, the old man must have nothing to say, right?

In the blind area of ​​vision blocked by the desktop, Yan Fuguang took out his mobile phone and typed blindly to find out the so-called Goldbach's conjecture.

This problem that has plagued the mathematics world for more than 200 years has only a very simple sentence - any integer greater than 2 can be written as the sum of three prime numbers.

Yan Fuguang entered the state of thinking almost instantly.

As Qian Mingli talked, he realized that there was no response. Looking again, Yan Fuguang was in a daze?

boom!
The old man slapped the table with his hand, which made him heartbroken.

"What are you doing? Did I fall on deaf ears?!"

After pressing the pause button on the rapidly scrolling draft in his mind, Yan Fuguang returned to reality.

"I'm solving Goldbach's conjecture."

Qian Mingli opened his mouth into an O shape and was stunned for a few seconds, but he choked on his own saliva just as he was about to speak.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... you say it again?!"

Yan Fuguang repeated it calmly: "You just said that my goal should be Goldbach's conjecture, so I am trying."

"Yan Fuguang, do you think I'm too old to scold people, huh? Still Goldbach's conjecture, can you solve my conjecture first?!"

Qian Mingli didn't get angry, why didn't he realize that Yan Fuguang had mischievous and irritating attributes before, but now he is so bold as to tease the head of the department!

From an ordinary person's point of view, this remark was indeed more of a joke than a joke. Yan Fuguang scanned around and saw a stack of white paper in the printer, so he took it over.

It is impossible to solve the riddle of the century in such a short time, so Yan Fuguang is going to talk about his own thinking first.

At first, Qian Mingli didn't know what this girl was going to do, so she was writing and talking.

Gradually, Qian Mingli completely forgot why he was angry, and followed Yan Fuguang's train of thought step by step.

I don't know how long it took, but Yan Fuguang didn't stop writing until the manuscript paper was filled with five pages.

"Time is too short, there is only so much for now."

Yan Fuguang closed the pen cap and sat upright again, his expression was the same as when he first came here, almost unchanged.

Qian Mingli grabbed the few manuscript papers in front of him with a hand speed that didn't match his age at all, as if holding a rare treasure, the more he looked at it, the more immersed he was in it.

Seeing that the old man did not speak, Yan Fuguang also relaxed and leaned back on the chair, continuing the thought that had just been interrupted.

The clock on the wall turned round and round, but no one cared at all. Both of them were immersed in their own world, and the outside world was completely blocked.

It wasn't until there was a cooing sound in the room that Yan Fuguang came back to his senses.

The wall clock is clearly showing [-]:[-], has it been so long?

Seeing that the nearly seventy-year-old man was still ignorant and didn't even feel hungry, Yan Fuguang had no choice but to wake him up.

"Huh? Who, don't bother me!"

Qian Mingli roared with impatience after being disturbed.

Yan Fuguang had no choice but to take away the pen and paper in his hand, and said loudly, "Mr. Qian, it's getting late, you should have lunch."

Qian Mingli finally came back to his senses, rubbed his swollen eyes, and looked up at the time.

"What, it's already this late?"

As soon as he spoke, he saw Yan Fuguang holding those treasures in his hand and snatched them over. When he looked at Yan Fuguang again, his eyes were completely different.

"Don't tell me that you just came up with these in a few minutes?"

Qian Mingli's research direction is not number theory, and Yan Fuguang only started it, and didn't go deeper.

But his intuition told him that at least what Yan Fuguang expressed so far was not too problematic.

He really couldn't believe that a freshman who just entered the freshman year had already studied Goldbach's conjecture?
Qian Mingli now has no time to worry about whether Yan Fuguang can really solve this problem, but even if she can only solve 10%, or even 5%, proving a conjecture weaker than the "weak conjecture" is still the existence of a top mathematician.

If these are all Yan Fuguang's own thoughts, then the young girl in front of him may be far more genius than genius.

Although Yan Fuguang has never solved the so-called Goldbach's conjecture in her memory, the mathematical tools she has mastered are far beyond what people of this era can imagine.

I just did it out of curiosity after hearing what Qian Mingli said, but now that I think about it, I still have to restrain myself.

After all, I promised Old Man Time not to go too far.

So, Yan Fuguang shook his head.

"I have considered this issue before, and what I just said is the result of the summary."

Only the time was denied, but the source of the idea was not denied, so Yan Fuguang really came up with these ideas?
Qian Mingli only felt that he had suffered the biggest mental shock so far.

He studied under the Fields Medal winner Wolf Lehren, and completed his Ph.D. A person who is a mathematical genius.

But the world of mathematics couldn't be more cruel.

Mathematics requires talent, accumulation, and occasional flashes of inspiration. It is not even an exaggeration to say that mathematics is the subject in the world that is most disproportionate to effort and reward.

It's not that geniuses can succeed easily. Many mathematicians may live an ascetic life for many years in order to break through a difficult problem.

But most people have probably never considered that the talents possessed by these people actually outweigh the efforts they put in, no matter how incredible their efforts are in the eyes of ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)