The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

Chaos.

Everything is in chaos.

No one expected that a verification conference that should have followed the established procedures would turn into a live battle to solve the Millennium Problem.

The area outside the Great Hall of the People was already heavily guarded, with layers upon layers of security.

The innermost layer consisted of bodyguards and plainclothes officers, all standing ramrod straight, their gazes sweeping across the crowd with a sharp, intimidating intensity.

The center circle consisted of local police officers and heavily armed special police, with black police tape stretched straight out. Temporary traffic control was implemented directly on the core passage of the square, and even passing vehicles were quietly diverted and rerouted.

The outermost perimeter was crowded with citizens and media reporters who had rushed over after hearing the news, all holding up their phones and standing on tiptoe to get a better look.

There was no commotion, no pushing or shoving; everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the final announcement to come from the auditorium.

The wind swept across the white marble railings of the square, and even the air was filled with a sense of tension and excitement.

No one thought this was an overreaction.

Everyone knows that what is happening inside is enough to rewrite the landscape of human mathematics and allow China to take the lead in the field of basic science.

Its popularity online skyrocketed.

The audience members who left the game a few days ago because they thought "it's boring to play one-sided games every day" are being pulled back by news from all sides.

Private messages, group chats, and Moments on all major social media platforms were flooded with the same sentence:

"Come back quickly! You left too early! Ji Bai immediately blurted out the complete BSD conjecture! The one about the seven unsolved mysteries of the millennium!"

"Roommate, stop playing ranked games! Quickly jump into the CCTV live stream! We're witnessing history! Losing one game is nothing, but missing today will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Stop slacking off in the class group! Wake up, you slackers! We're at the Great Hall of the People to witness the Millennium Problem! I'm not even going to care about the dorm checks!"

"I was stunned when I saw it trending... I just went out for a meal, how did it become about BSD??"

"Where are those people who complained the other day that it was boring and said they'd conserve their energy for the afternoon? Come out and take your beating! We started fighting the final boss this morning!"

"My boss stood behind me and watched for ten minutes, but he didn't dare to urge me to work."

"Forward this to the family group chat immediately! They always said watching live streams was useless, but today I'll show them what a national-level live stream looks like!"

……

The number of viewers in the live stream surged dramatically, causing the server to lag several times. Technicians were sweating profusely as they urgently expanded the server's capacity.

Who would have thought?

I thought the last day would be a uneventful ending, but the boy turned the difficulty of the dungeon up to hell level and even started a global live stream.

"I'm right outside the Great Hall of the People right now. You might not believe it, but traffic is already under control!"

"It's not a given that the Senate should intervene? This is a major event of national importance! If it were me, I would have deployed special police to guard it too!"

"These blackboards will become sacred relics of the mathematics world! Every stroke is a rune of the Great Dao!"

"Goldbach's Conjecture has become a routine challenge; BSD is the real final boss!"

"I thought it was an exaggeration to call him the Pope of Mathematics before, but now it seems... he's about to attain enlightenment on the spot!"

"Once the proof is complete, I suggest sealing these blackboards in place and building a memorial hall. I'll be the first to buy tickets! I'd even kneel down to see them!"

"I recognize every single symbol, but when they're put together, I'm like an illiterate person!"

"It's alright, it doesn't matter if I don't understand it. I'm just joining in the fun of witnessing history!"

"Speaking of which... Ji Bai's handwriting is truly beautiful. It gets more and more elegant as he writes, like it's been carved into the paper!"

……

Ji Bai wrote from morning until afternoon.

He appeared to casually drink a couple of sips of warm water, but in reality, he secretly exchanged it for an energy potion, maintaining a steady state throughout, with no sign of fatigue in his writing.

The BSD conjecture is very difficult!

Extremely difficult!

However, with Gauss's talent, Ramanujan's intuition, +10 intelligence, and the buff of good luck, it's not that difficult.

The scholars from various countries attending the meeting also took a break to have a light meal.

We ate right inside the venue.

No one wanted to leave.

What if Ji Bai proves it when I leave? Wouldn't that be a complete disaster?

If we had missed that historic moment, we would have regretted it for the rest of our lives.

Thus, a truly remarkable scene unfolded in the aisles and seats of the Great Hall of the People:

These top scholars, who usually wear suits and attend high-end banquets, were seen eating hamburgers, sandwiches, and coffee in paper cups.

He was still clutching his scratch paper and pen, chewing his food while staring up at the blackboard, forgetting to swallow the food in his mouth, his mind still working out the formulas.

Thousands of the world's leading mathematicians shared a simple meal with a boy in a school uniform at the conference.

Nobody felt it was beneath them.

Everyone had only one thought: It was worth it.

Academician Wang stood in the side hall, looking at the grand scene, his eyes slightly warm.

He recalled that decades ago, when Chinese scholars attended international conferences, they could only sit in the back rows and had very few opportunities to ask questions.

I recall the slight nonchalance in the eyes of Westerners when they talk about Eastern mathematics.

But now?

The world's top scholars are crammed into our Great Hall of the People, eating hamburgers and staring at the blackboard writing of our Chinese students, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The Chinese mathematics community has finally achieved this!

He glanced at Academician Zhou beside him without leaving a trace.

Academician Wang's lips curled up slightly.

It sounded like a cold laugh!

……

It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Ji Bai's pen suddenly stopped.

He stood in front of the last blackboard, looking at the densely packed formulas on it, and fell silent.

This made everyone's hearts jump.

"Why did you stop writing?"

"Is it... stuck?"

"That's normal. BSD certification isn't that easy to get, so it's perfectly normal to get stuck for a while."

Whispers rippled through the crowd as the bigwigs in the front row leaned forward, trying to make out the last few lines of derivation on the blackboard.

Terence Tao frowned and quickly performed calculations, Wiles tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips, and Charles clenched his fists, hoping that he would get stuck, yet also inexplicably anticipating the unthinkable outcome.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with expressions of concern:

"No! You've already written this far, please don't stop!"

"It's normal for it to freeze a bit; after all, it's a Millennium Problem. Give Ji Shen some time!"

"No way, no way, it can't really be just one last step away, can it?"

"I'm so anxious! Will it even work?!"

Just when everyone's hearts were in their throats, Ji Bai suddenly moved.

He reached into the chalk box and took out a piece of colored chalk.

Someone in the front row suddenly had their pupils shrink and their breathing became rapid.

They guessed it.

But they couldn't believe it.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of scholars and the breathless gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide, Ji Bai raised his arm, and the tip of the chalk landed steadily on the blank space of the blackboard.

Each stroke, each line, is neat and powerful.

The colorful chalk writing stood out against the backdrop of white formulas.

He slowly wrote:

"Therefore, the BSD conjecture is true!"

boom--!

The moment the last period fell, it was like a thunderclap on a calm lake, and the entire auditorium instantly erupted in cheers!