Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Lu Zhou still remembers.

In the beginning, the system revealed to him that when all the subjects were full, the world after LV10 would be unlocked-

That is, the option for the future era.

Regarding what the future world is and in what form it will be presented to him, Lu Zhou had made many ideas before that.

Even just a few months ago, when he just opened the golden legendary mission card, he was always calm and excited, so he didn't sleep well all night.

Now, his math level has finally touched the boundaries of LV10. A toe has stepped on the boundary leading to the future. No one is closer to the future than him ...

Taking a deep breath, looking at the rising Chen Hui in the distance, Lu Zhou's right fist was lightly squeezed and released again.

Although the excitement is not deceiving.

But compared to the pure excitement and excitement, what filled his chest at this moment was more a hint of enlightenment.

As if vaguely, he had felt what the system really wanted to convey to him, and what the so-called future era was ...

...

Saying goodbye to the old man who practiced in the morning, Lu Zhou turned and followed the road when he came back to his home.

When I came to the study room on the second floor, I walked to Lu Zhou who sat down at the desk and checked the mailbox first.

It has been more than an hour since he sent the letter, and Professor Faltins still hasn't answered the letter, thinking whether he is busy with something or he hasn't figured out how to reply to him.

She smiled and shook her head, Lu Zhou stretched a lazy waist, took the notebook from the side and opened it.

First, he opened a bottle of energy potion, drank it as champagne for victory, and felt the tiredness fade away little by little, and then he started his work today.

It took about a morning, with the help of Xiao Ai, Lu Zhou arranged all the contents on the draft paper to the computer.

The complete thesis is forty pages in total, which is larger than expected.

In addition to the great unified theory of algebra and geometry, it also contains the outline and framework of the future of mathematics as a subject in his mind, as well as some conjectures that he extended when studying this problem.

In terms of the amount of content, it is enough for a special issue of "Mathematics Future".

In fact, if given him some time, most of these propositions proposed by him can be written in the form of a theorem, and he did indeed think of some brilliant ideas that might be able to solve these problems. .

However, this not only deviates from the theme of this paper, but also seems a bit boring.

After all, learning is done more and more, and the problem cannot be solved.

Rather than spending time on trivial issues, he still wanted to focus his limited time on thinking about really important propositions.

As for the suspense in the blank space, let the future scholars think about it ...

The moment he hit the carriage return, Lu Zhou leaned back slightly on the chair.

Didn't make him wait long.

Almost immediately when the paper was successfully uploaded, the familiar light blue dialog box also appeared in his field of vision.

[Congratulations to the host, complete the "Legend" mission! 】

...

The paper was uploaded at 12 noon.

At this moment in most parts of the United States, the hour hand has just passed the midpoint of midnight.

In contrast to the quiet nights in the suburbs of Cambridge, Massachusetts, the Cray Institute, located in the suburbs, is still brightly lit at this moment.

As a non-profit private academic institution, the purpose of the institution is to promote and disseminate mathematical knowledge, and to award various awards and funding to potential mathematicians.

Unlike other purely mathematical research institutions that worry about funding, this academic institution seems to have been headaches about how to "pay money" since its establishment in 1998.

Like now.

Deaton, sitting in the director's office, was worried about such a thing.

Since Riemann's conjecture was proven at the International Conference of Mathematicians, they have been struggling with the issue of the Millennium Puzzle Award and a one million dollar prize.

It is not because there is no money, but because the identity of the winner is a bit special.

Counting the two millennial puzzles, NS equation and Young Mills equation, this guy has already won two prizes!

Not surprisingly, he will usher in his third award in his life.

It is also the heaviest Riemann conjecture.

This award is almost set up for him!

In fact, if that's the case, that's fine.

It's just a prize, and it doesn't have to be awarded to different people.

However, this professor Lu seems to be not cold about receiving awards, and even has shown a sense of impatience.

Coupled with this guy's neither lack of fame nor money, last year's Millennium Awards for the Young Mills Equation, he simply didn't bother to come a trip, or let a physicist in his research institute on business On the way to the French Academy, I took the medal and a one million dollar check.

From the end of the summer to the present, the entire Clay Institute, whether it is a member of the scientific advisory board or the guards guarding the gate, is discussing whether this award will be awarded ...

"... Enough! I'm no longer serving as the chairman of the Scientific Advisory Board. You should find other more capable and far-sighted scholars to hold this position! Instead of thinking about it when you get into trouble Throw it to me! "

In the director's office, a loud roar came from Professor Carlson.

He heard that Deaton turned his face almost instantaneously when he heard that Deaton was about to hand it over to himself who was about to retire.

Looking at Professor Carlson, who seemed to be uncooperative, Director Deaton did not want to embarrass the old man.

But thinking of the identity of the winner and how difficult it was to give the big man an award, he had to say silently in his heart, and then persuaded bitterly.

"But in our institute, you have the highest academic prestige, and the only person who is the most qualified to do this is you, and only you have a little friendship with him. I beg you, this is the last time! Believe Me, I swear to God! "

When he said this, Deton's psychology was actually full of helplessness.

He had never thought before that so much trouble would happen during his tenure.

The so-called millennium problem is, as the name implies, prepared for the entire millennium.

This kind of problem that has not been recognized for the last century may not be solved. Who can think that in a few years, three were killed in a row? !!

If these problems were not selected by the most prestigious scholars in various fields, plus he couldn't even touch the door, he would even start to doubt that this so-called millennium problem is a fake one. .

"In fact, this thing is not as troublesome as you think. The International Federation of Mathematicians has approved Lu Zhou's proof. We only need to ..."

Professor Carlson exasperated: "Then give him an award!"

Director Deton couldn't help crying, "... but, you know, we have already awarded him the Millennium Award twice, and the last time he didn't even bother to award the scene ..."

Carlson: "Then it won't be awarded!"

Deaton: "But it's out of order ..."

Carlson was almost going crazy and said, "Fack! So what do you want?"

The roar in the office has reached the corridor.

Just at this moment, a 30-year-old intern assistant wearing a plaid shirt walked to the door of the office and was about to knock on the door. He was taken aback by the roaring voice, and the conditional reflex seemed to half off The hidden door was opened.

Glancing at Professor Carlson, who was sullen there, hesitated for a while before he swallowed and said arrogantly.

"Professor Carlson ..."

Glancing at the doorway, he noticed that the person standing there was an intern assistant he had hired not long ago, and Professor Carlson, who was not in a good mood, said impatiently.

"What's the matter? Have something to say."

Without a second of delay, the assistant said quickly.

"... Just now, Professor Lu posted a paper on Arxiv, because you set a tag for that research direction, and I got a reminder here the first time."

Professor Carlson: "I see. I'll see it tomorrow morning."

As if guessing that Professor Carlson would say so, the expression on the trainee assistant really turned out to be this way.

However, he did not give up.

He knew very well that if he really did what Mr. Carlson had said, and when he got up tomorrow morning and saw this amazing dissertation, he would surely endure a scolding.

Swallowing again, the trainee assistant continued.

"... Actually, just now, I saw the abstract of the dissertation."

"Limited by the level of knowledge, I cannot judge the content of the paper. However, considering that this paper is somewhat related to Riemann's conjecture, I printed it for you and sincerely suggest that you can read it now At a glance ... Although this may be a bit advocacy, I believe you will not blame me and you will be shocked by the content of this paper. "

Shock?

Can anything be more shocking than Riemann's conjecture?

Professor Carlson's eyebrows were raised.

Although his instincts in mathematics made him disapprove of the intern's words, he took the printed manuscript from the young man and looked at the abstract.

Because of the interest in the intern assistant's words, Director Deaton, who was standing next to him, took a look at him with a lively mood.

then……

The sight of the two people could not be removed at all.

The clock on the wall ticked away.

Apart from that, there was no sound in the room.

It was not until the minute hand had gone a full square, and it was still a large square, that the silence in the office was broken, and the two made an almost exclaimed exclaim.

"God……"

"Jesus……"

"This, this is ..."

Opening and closing her dry lips, Professor Carlson, feeling a bit dry in his throat, subconsciously reached for the tea cup on the table ~ www.readwn.com ~ But after drinking for a long time, he discovered that the water in the cup had already been empty.

"The great unification of algebra and geometry ..." Deton's voice was also full of husky. Looking at the abstract, his eyes were filled with incredible, "He, he means, he has achieved Anymore? "

"At least he claims so ..."

The throat knot moved up and down, while Professor Carlson was thinking about something, he suddenly looked back at the intern assistant standing at the door and ordered, "Call the Institute of Mathematical Sciences of Harvard University immediately! Contact Qiu Chengtong for me! professor."

"Okay, okay!"

Looking at the serious expression on the immediate boss's face, the assistant immediately nodded like a chicken.

However, just as he was about to turn away from the office and call on the corridor, he was soon stopped by Professor Carlson behind him.

"Wait a minute, did you drive over?"

"In the garage ... what happened?"

"No need to make a phone call, send me to Harvard! Now!"

Putting the paper in his pocket, Professor Carlson said nothing and walked towards the door.

Seeing Professor Carlson leaving, thinking of Director Deaton who had not yet discussed the awards, he immediately returned to God and said in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, Riemann conjectures the award--"

"Next time! Compared to this matter, these trivial matters are not worth mentioning at all!"

Let alone Riemann's conjecture ...

Even if all the propositions of the sublime theorem due to Riemann's conjecture are added up, I am afraid that this matter is not half as important.

Dropping this sentence, Professor Carlson disappeared into the door of the office without looking back, leaving only Deaton's director alone, facing the empty office, messing up alone under the lights ...