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He put down his bowl, picked up his phone, and saw those two words.

"Done."

His chopsticks fell onto the table with a soft thud.

His wife glanced at him and asked what was wrong.

He did not answer.

He just stared at those two words, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

It sticks up to the base of the ear.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of food.

I put it in my mouth and chewed it very slowly.

It's as if I want to remember this taste.

When the homeroom teacher, Lao Fang, saw the message.

I'm lying on the sofa watching TV.

He picked up his phone and saw Chen Mo's reply—"It's done."

He sat up from the sofa.

His wife asked him what was wrong, and he said "nothing," but his hands were shaking.

He had been teaching for so many years and had never encountered a student like this before.

He got a perfect score on the college entrance exam, wrote "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River", and "Exhortation to Learning", and now he has solved the Poincaré conjecture.

He didn't know what the Poincaré conjecture was.

But he knew—that word could be put together with the word "conjecture".

None of these are things that humans can handle.

And he got it sorted out.

Old Fang leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly smiled.

He thought that when school started, he would tell his students in the first class: "Do you know that your senior, Chen Mo, is not human?"

When Mr. Zhang from the Peking University Admissions Office saw the message, he was working overtime in his office.

She put down the document in her hand, stared at the two words on her phone screen, and remained silent for a long time.

Then she picked up the phone and dialed Lin Zhiyuan's number.

When Lin Zhiyuan received the call.

He was sitting in his study, with Ricci Flow open in front of him.

He has been researching this problem for over a decade and has published more than a dozen papers, each contributing to the final proof.

But he knew that he was still far from true proof, so far that he might never see it in his lifetime.

The phone rang, and he answered it.

"Professor Lin, Chen Mo sent a message saying 'It's all done'."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

After a few seconds, Teacher Zhang asked again, "Professor Lin, did you hear that?"

Lin Zhiyuan heard it.

He heard it, but he didn't know how to respond.

"Have him send me the certificate," he said, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Teacher Zhang agreed and hung up the phone.

Lin Zhiyuan put his phone on the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

The statement of the Poincaré conjecture came to his mind.

Any simply connected, closed three-dimensional manifold is homeomorphic to a three-dimensional sphere.

He had pondered this question for most of his life; every word was etched into his very bones.

Now some people say he has proven it, and it took him seven days.

He opened his eyes, picked up his phone, found Chen Mo's number, and sent a message.

"I am Lin Zhiyuan. Congratulations. Let me see your proof."

After sending it.

He put his phone on the table.

Stand up and walk to the window.

He stood there for a very long time.

He thought that if Chen Mo's proof was correct, then from today onwards, a new chapter in the history of mathematics would begin.

He was the first to turn the page.

The internet is in an uproar.

"Chen Mo said he's cleared customs! He said he's done it! He's proven himself!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! A mathematical problem over a hundred years old, solved in seven days? Who are you kidding?"

"Haven't you been slapped in the face enough? You said your perfect score on the college entrance exam was fake, you said the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng was ghostwritten, you said the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River was prepared in advance, and you said the Exhortation to Study was written by a team. Every time you say it's fake, and every time you get slapped in the face. Why don't you ever learn?"

"That's because those are humanities subjects! Math is different! In math, you either know it or you don't."

"He's someone who usually scores around 400 points on tests, and he proved the Poincaré conjecture in seven days? I'd rip my head off."

"Just you wait, he'll release the proof soon. Then you'll know what a genius is."

"If he can really prove it, I'll eat my keyboard live on stream."

"Screenshot taken, waiting now."

Liu Zhiyuan did not post a video.

His Douyin account remains frozen on the video from seven days ago where he "quit the internet".

It has never been updated since.

In the comments section, some people were urging him to "come out and say something."

Some people are worried for him, "What if Chen Mo really proves it?"

Some people are gloating, saying, "You're finished, you're really finished."

He didn't reply to anyone. He sat at home, staring at the two words "Chen Mo" on his phone screen.

"nailed it".

My fingers are trembling.

He didn't believe it.

But he dared not question it anymore.

Because he knew that if he were to be proven wrong again, he would truly have no way out.

On Chen Mo's desk, the more than one hundred pages of manuscript paper were piled up into a thick stack.

The first page has the title, and the last page has the date.

He didn't take a picture, didn't scan it, and didn't send it to anyone.

He simply stacked them together, clipped them together, and placed them on the corner of the table.

He stood up, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

He stood there, looking at the sky, and suddenly felt very hungry.

For the first time in seven days, I felt hungry.

He turned and walked out of the room, into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

There was a carton of milk, two eggs, half a cabbage, and a bag of frozen dumplings in the refrigerator.

He took out the dumplings, boiled a pot of water, and put the dumplings in.

The water boiled, the dumplings floated to the surface, he scooped them out with a slotted spoon, put them in a bowl, poured in a little vinegar, and sat down at the table to eat them one by one.

The dumplings were a little cold, the skin was a bit thick, and the filling was a bit sparse, but he ate them slowly and attentively, as if he were savoring some rare delicacy.

After he finished eating the last dumpling, he washed the bowl, washed the pot, and wiped the stove clean.

He then went back to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and saw that the screen was filled with messages.

Su Wanci's, Principal Wang's, the homeroom teacher's, Teacher Zhang's, and Lin Zhiyuan's.

Dozens of messages, each asking the same question.

"Are you really done?" He read through the questions one by one without replying.

He opened Douyin (TikTok) and posted a video.

The video is only five seconds long, showing a close-up of the more than one hundred pages of manuscript paper on his desk, with a single line of text accompanying it.

"The Poincaré Conjecture. Proof complete. Full text to be released tomorrow."

Ten minutes after the video was released, it garnered over ten million views.

The barrage of comments was flying everywhere.

Some people shouted, "Mo Shen is awesome!"

Someone shouted, "I believe it!"

Some people shouted, "I want to see the full text!" Others shouted, "Where is Liu Zhiyuan? Come out and leave the internet!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Liu Zhiyuan finally posted a video.

His face was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were even deeper than they had been seven days ago.

He looked at the camera, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "I'm waiting for his proof. If it's true, I'll leave the internet."

After saying that, he turned off the camera.

The office was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Chen Mo…

Has the Poincaré conjecture truly been confirmed?

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He took out the dumplings, boiled a pot of water, and put the dumplings in.

The water boiled, the dumplings floated to the surface, he scooped them out with a slotted spoon, put them in a bowl, poured in a little vinegar, and sat down at the table to eat them one by one.

The dumplings were a little cold, the skin was a bit thick, and the filling was a bit sparse, but he ate them slowly and attentively, as if he were savoring some rare delicacy.

After he finished eating the last dumpling, he washed the bowl, washed the pot, and wiped the stove clean.

He then went back to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and saw that the screen was filled with messages.

Su Wanci's, Principal Wang's, the homeroom teacher's, Teacher Zhang's, and Lin Zhiyuan's.

Dozens of messages, each asking the same question.

"Are you really done?" He read through the questions one by one without replying.

He opened Douyin (TikTok) and posted a video.

The video is only five seconds long, showing a close-up of the more than one hundred pages of manuscript paper on his desk, with a single line of text accompanying it.

"The Poincaré Conjecture. Proof complete. Full text to be released tomorrow."

Ten minutes after the video was released, it garnered over ten million views.

The barrage of comments was flying everywhere.

Some people shouted, "Mo Shen is awesome!"

Someone shouted, "I believe it!"

Some people shouted, "I want to see the full text!" Others shouted, "Where is Liu Zhiyuan? Come out and leave the internet!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

Liu Zhiyuan finally posted a video.

His face was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were even deeper than they had been seven days ago.

He looked at the camera, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "I'm waiting for his proof. If it's true, I'll leave the internet."

After saying that, he turned off the camera.

The office was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Chen Mo…

Has the Poincaré conjecture truly been confirmed?

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