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Princeton.

Office of the Higher Research Institute.

Wei Wen, sitting at his desk, was staring at the draft paper on the table, thinking hard.

About 19 years later, after leaving Princeton, Lu Zhou introduced him to Professor Edward Witten for research in mathematical physics.

Wei Wen was very excited when he first visited Ph.D. under Professor Witten's door.

If you are in the direction of mathematical physics, or even have an understanding of this direction, it is impossible to have never heard of Witten's name.

However, reading blogs under Daniel is not an easy task. The excitement didn't last long, and he gradually began to feel struggling.

Because of the frequent visits to CERN, Witten spent less than a third of his time at Princeton throughout the year. So that most of the time, he can only face academic difficulties alone.

It was also after worshipping at the door of Professor Witten that he finally understood why Brother Luo of Professor Lu had failed to graduate after so many years. And he finally realized it, and he always took the trouble to guide them to complete their studies, Professor Lu, how much care they take.

Even if it's been more than a year since he graduated, he will still help himself to find a solution when he encounters an unsolvable problem.

For example, entrust him to a recognized scholar ...

Walking to his side with two cups of coffee, Professor Fefferman put a cup of coffee next to him, and asked softly.

"Any ideas?"

"Not yet."

"Do you need help?"

Wei Wen shook his head, staring at the line of calculations on the paper, and continued to fight.

"No, thank you, you have provided me with enough help ... Give me another ten minutes, and I feel like I will soon find the answer, which is a little worse."

"I'm afraid ten minutes is not enough, just two hours," Professor Fefferman glanced at the watch worn on his wrist, and continued. "I have a class of differential equations for a while. Until six o'clock, you have You can find me in the office of the dean of Princeton Mathematics. "

Wei Wen said shamefully, "Sorry for taking up so much of your time."

"It's okay, I'm not very busy recently," took a sip of coffee, Professor Fefferman smiled at ease, "Not to mention that Professor Lu has also helped me a lot, he is not here now, if you have anything Questions, asking me is the same. "

Wei Wen smiled bitterly in his heart, but did not speak.

Although he probably felt that Professor Fefferman really didn't care too much about himself, he was even more ashamed of this relationship.

Maybe this is the cultural difference.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and soon a young man with glasses and face to face came in.

It seemed to recognize him, especially when he saw the stack of A4 paper in his hands, Fefferman's face suddenly showed a somewhat nerve-wracking expression.

As if it was exactly his guess, the man shook his paper and said. "Professor Fefferman, Professor Sanak of the editorial department of the" Mathematics Yearbook, "asked me to bring this paper to you. He asked me to convey to you gently, hoping that you would be the reviewer of this paper. "

"Then you remember to tell him for me. This expression is not euphemistic at all. I hope he can send my review invitation and the paper to my mailbox next time, instead of sending it in like a door." Overwhelmed by the little assistant, Professor Fefferman shrugged and said, "... and, in two days, I will have a vacation. Please trouble him to find someone else."

"Mr. Sanak expected you to say that," the assistant continued. "He asked me to tell you that you are the most suitable person. Only you can review this paper."

Staring at the assistant for a moment, Professor Fefferman with coffee in his hand gave up and sighed.

"Well, you can bring it here."

He has not been particularly good at rejecting requests from others, especially from areas where he is good.

Seeing Professor Fefferman's agreement, the assistant immediately passed the paper with a smile and said, "Good professor."

After the dissertation was delivered, the assistant did not stay in the office anymore and left here quickly.

There will be lessons in a while, and Fefferman couldn't find time to read them carefully, so he just flipped twice.

The paper was not named.

This double-blind review process occasionally occurs.

Fefferman roughly guessed that either the contributor was an acquaintance he knew, or a colleague who worked at the Princeton Institute of Technology or a nearby university.

But these are not the point.

Even if the author is probably guessed from the style of the paper, he will not put water on the review due to the relationship of acquaintances.

"The existence proof of the Young Mills equation? Shouldn't this paper be shown to Witten? I bet he's more interested than me."

Seeing this line of "exaggerated" titles, Fefferman raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to look down with interest.

But soon, he gave a light flick, and his stretched brow frowned slightly.

Noticing the change in his expression, Wei Wen hesitated and asked.

"What's wrong, professor?"

Staring at the paper for a while, Professor Fefferman suddenly smiled and shook his head.

"……It's nothing."

He now finally knew why Sanak insisted on giving him the paper for review.

"L-manifolds ... and partial differential geometric methods of partial differential equations," swiped the index finger across A4 paper printed with ink, Professor Fefferman smiled, and said with emotion. Only one person applies this theory to this degree. "

Wei Wen looked slightly moved.

"Professor Lu's thesis?"

"Yes," Professor Fefferman nodded, and continued. "The existence of the solution to the Young Mills equation, it seems that he has not stopped moving forward mathematically."

Hearing the content of the thesis, Wei Wen took a sigh of relief, the shock in his heart overflowed with words.

Challenge two millennial puzzles in a row ...

Is this still human?

Back at my desk and sitting down ~ www.readwn.com ~ Prof. Fefferman took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the address book, and called his doctor and assistant professor.

"Hey, Lewis, are you free now? About a half hour later there will be a class on partial differential equations. No matter if you are free now, I hope you or you can help me find someone and go for me."

"... well, there's something on my side."

"Very important."

Three sentences in total.

After explaining the matter clearly, he hung up the phone and put the mobile phone on the desk.

Looking at the paper on the table, his pupils gradually began to glow with excitement.

Let me take a look.

In the first year that he left Princeton.

Has your mathematical accomplishment improved or declined ...