A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 95: Do you still have any ambition?
Chengdu University, School of Mathematics, 307 Teaching and Research Section,
Fang Wen sat in his seat, feeling somewhat bored. Now that his graduation thesis was confirmed to be passed, he had a year to waste. He truly felt unprecedented freedom.

While other seniors and juniors were still studying hard, racking their brains over their papers and scratching their heads, he was browsing a certain website on his phone.

Chengdu Mathematical Society: Chen Hui's strength is obvious to all. Please stop spreading rumors!

Suddenly seeing this title on the homepage, Fang Wen clicked on it out of curiosity.

He had been browsing a certain website for such a long time, but this was the first time he saw the official account of the Rongcheng Mathematical Society, and also, Chen Hui?
The content you click on is naturally the statement of the Chengdu Mathematical Society on the Chen Hui incident. There are both supporters and doubters in the comment section below, especially those who doubt, their words are not so nice.

Fang Wen was furious when he saw this.

Continuing to browse the comment section, Fang Wen soon followed the clues and saw the screenshot of the post about the little sweet potato targeting Uncle Chen Hui and Aunt Chen.

The reason it’s a screenshot is, of course, because the original post has been deleted.

This made him unable to hold back any longer, so he picked up the keyboard and started typing away.

I'm a graduate student in the Department of Mathematics at Rongcheng University. I can testify that Chen Hui would never cheat. If you've ever met him, you'll know what a genius he truly is.

After posting the comment, Fang Wen still felt it was not convincing enough, so he turned around and opened the submission interface of the Journal of Algebra, took a screenshot, blurred the image, and directly uploaded it to continue commenting.

[This is the paper I submitted to the Journal of Algebra. Chen Hui made a huge contribution. Several key points were completed under the guidance of Chen Hui. He is also the second author of this paper!
For such a talent, it's not surprising that he finished eighth in the preliminaries. It would be strange if he didn't win a medal in the finals!

After posting the comment, Fang Wen stared at the comments on the screen with tricky angles, not knowing what to say. He always felt a little aggrieved, and also angry because of the aggrieved feeling.

Before he could jump to other pages, there was a reply under his comment.

[Really? Guys, I checked, the Journal of Algebra is in SCI Zone 2, which makes it very influential in the field of mathematics!]

[Who is this patinaed online submission trying to scare? A high school student writing a paper, why isn't he going to heaven?]

I think it might be true. Didn't you see what they said? It would be strange if I didn't win a medal in the finals.

The finals haven't even started yet, so why is he so sure that Chen Hui can win a medal?
Isn't this obviously an inside story? They already knew the outcome!

The ASA Medal is decided so casually, so what's so strange about publishing a paper?

Not to mention the Journal of Algebra, I wouldn't be surprised even if it was published in Nature.

[Brother, are you exaggerating? Do you understand the value of Nature? Do you really think anyone can publish in Nature? He is Jack Ma's son. You can't just publish in Nature if you want.]

So which Papa Ma is it?

[Is this the point? 】

"No, then do you understand the value of the Journal of Algebra? Do you really think you can just publish in it? You spend all day talking about nature and science, acting like you know a lot. Why don't you ask why no Chinese mathematicians have won the Nobel Prize?"

【Brothers, someone's defense has been breached! 】

Fang Wen saw the new comments popping up one after another, and saw how stubborn they were and how quickly the topic went off the rails. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

But obviously, these people don't care about the truth at all. All they want is a medium to release their emotions.

After pondering for a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to confront these people online.

I picked up my phone, opened the chat page with Chen Hui, typed a lot of words of comfort, but eventually deleted them all and just exchanged a few simple greetings.

Words have power, but many times, words are pale.

Putting down his phone, he began to search for application methods for the school's major awards and tips for quick journal submission.

He wanted to get his paper approved as quickly as possible, then start applying for various awards from the school, trying to get as much money as possible. He wanted to give all the money to Chen Hui, which would be more useful than words of comfort. Chen Hui deserved it all!
……

Jiangcheng University, Yingding Old Library, Academic Lecture Hall,

The lecture hall was not big, with only dozens of people sitting in it. At a glance, there were few complete heads. All of them reflected the lights above, making them shiny and bright.

But no one cared about these. They all listened carefully to the speech of the middle-aged man on the podium, staring at the PPT behind the podium without blinking, and all they saw were the complicated formulas and symbols on the PPT.

At the top of the podium, there was a red banner that read "Algebraic Geometry Spring Seminar - Jiangcheng University."

Ran Peng sat in the middle seat. As he was old, it was a bit difficult for him to follow along, but he did not give up. His brain was still working fast, following the speaker's ideas.

Time loses its meaning at this moment.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, there were no more unnecessary sounds in the lecture hall.

Ran Peng let out a long sigh, took off his reading glasses, and rubbed his swollen eyebrows and temples.

Time is not forgiving!
Mathematics is a subject that requires inspiration. Lectures like this are the best time for mathematicians to communicate with each other. However, if you can't even keep up with the other person's ideas, such communication is meaningless.

In some fields, people may become more experienced as they age, but in mathematics, once you get older, it is difficult to achieve great things.

It depends on the young people!

He couldn't help but think of the little guy Liu Hongtao and Ma Jingtang introduced to him a few days ago.

He has been busy attending various meetings these days and has not paid attention to this matter. I think the school has been established, but if you want to be his student, you still have to pass his assessment.

If that kid is really talented, maybe it's time for him to adjust his role.

He has been running around these days and still has academic aspirations, but the cruel reality tells him that mathematics is also an industry that cannot tolerate old age.

Teaching a great student seems to be a good choice!

When he thought of this, Ran Peng actually felt eager to go home.

The seminar still had one day left to go, but he already wanted to go back to Chengdu University.

He did it as soon as he thought of it. He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and prepared to ask his assistant to book a ticket for him.

As soon as he opened his phone, he saw the email sent by Liu Hongtao.

Liu Hongtao can be considered as one of his most proud students. It is said that a disciple does not have to be inferior to his master, but in most cases, a disciple really cannot compare to his master. It is already very good to be able to achieve what Liu Hongtao has done.

【Analysis of the Automorphism Group Structure of Finite p-Groups with Cyclic Maximal Subgroups】

Seeing the title of this email, Ran Peng couldn't help but frown.

This is clearly a thesis.

With his experience, he could naturally tell at a glance where the upper limit of this question was.

Liu Hongtao is already so old, and he is still writing these papers. Does he have any ambition at all?
I'm so angry.

Ran Peng also forgot about booking the ticket. He immediately clicked on the email, ready to scold his student to wake him up.

(End of this chapter)