Chapter 125 I Just Want to Go Back to Sleep

surprise.

Surprised.

incredible.

All lost their voices.

In the lecture hall, there was a deathly silence.

It was an old man who broke the silence.

He stood up and clapped his hands.

clap clap...

Applause gradually sounded, spreading from the first row to the back row.

From a patter of light rain to a torrential downpour.

Papa papa——!

Not just applause.

The students in the back stood up, whistled and cheered.

Whether it is a student from Princeton, a night school student in Princeton, or someone who came all the way to attend this mathematics conference...

this moment.

Together they witnessed a great moment!

The question mark on the temple of mathematics was gently crossed out with a black pen.

at the same time.

A genius, rising at this moment.

The entire lecture hall was filled with applause.

Applause chased his footsteps and floated outside the lecture hall.

Standing next to the podium, the staff member who was about to come on stage to remind Lu Zhou that it was time to end, although he couldn't understand the proof process on the whiteboard, he couldn't help applauding because of the atmosphere.

The colleague next to him couldn't help poking his arm with his fingers, teasing him.

"If you interrupted his train of thought at that time, you may be the one who left your name in the history of mathematics at this moment."

"In what name?"

"The terminator of inspiration, an intern of the Federal Mathematical Society named George, killed a mathematical genius with his own hands."

"Oh, come on, Mr. Francis will kill me."

Francis is the chairman of the Federal Mathematical Society, a kind-hearted old man who always speaks in a slow tone.

But occasionally, there will be a ferocious face.

The conversation between the two was covered by applause.

Under the podium.

Hearing the lingering applause and staring at the calculation formula on the whiteboard, Wei Wen felt lost, and there was a hint of disbelief in his slightly hoarse voice: "It's solved?"

Is this his opponent?

Is this the strong man he aspires to beat at the US Game?

The narrow defeat in the national competition is still fresh in his memory, and the final victory in the US competition in February is imminent. When he reunited with his opponent in Princeton, he should have faced the challenge with his head held high. However, at this moment, there was a feeling of dullness in his heart.

Frustrated?

no……

Lost?

kind of.

It was as if that person had gone far away, stepped through the void, and entered another realm.

Whether it is the top scorer in the college entrance examination, the gold medal in the International Mathematical Olympiad, or the admiration of his classmates, even if all the glory he has is thrown in, the gap here cannot be filled.

He has lost a worthy opponent.

Not because of victory or defeat, just...

Was left behind lightly.

Professor Wang Xiping, who had been staring at the calculations on the whiteboard, nodded slowly when he heard the students' questions.

With a relieved tone, the old gentleman sighed softly: "Well, it's untied!"

The younger generation is terrible...

While feeling emotional in his heart, the old gentleman also made up his mind.

When I get back, I will write a letter and recommend this talented person to the higher-ups to participate in the selection of top-notch young talents for the Ten Thousand Talents Program!

No, I will write it as soon as I get back to the hotel, and I will return to my country after finishing it.

Not only that, but Lao Tang, Lao Ren and other old fellows were also invited to sign together.

Age, qualifications, and education are not a problem at all for this kind of talent, even those who have already been selected as doctoral students, how many people can achieve this level? If such a talent cannot be retained, it will not only be a joke, but also a great loss!

There is no shortage of Chinese in the Fields Medal, but Huaguo needs a Fields Medal.

From that young man, Professor Wang saw hope...

...

Those things on the blackboard have been engraved in Lu Zhou's heart, and it is impossible to forget them for a while.

As for whether it will be plagiarized?

Hehe, there are at least two editors of the Annals of Mathematics sitting in the audience, who can do such stupid things, and most of them are unlikely to contribute to journals or academic conferences.

Finally solved this problem, Lu Zhou who got off the podium didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to go back to the hotel to lie down and have a good sleep, no matter what it was, he would wait until the next day to talk about it.

However, he obviously underestimated how cool his behavior just now was in the eyes of Princeton mathematics students and their peers from other universities.

The moment he stepped through the door, he was overtaken by people chasing him from the lecture hall.

People surrounded him like they surrounded a Super Bowl champion. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no lawn here, Lu Zhou didn't know if he would be thrown into the sky.

"Hey bro, great job! You just wrote the last move, it was so cool! Can you do it again? I want to take a picture!"

"Handsome guy, do you have contact information? You can write it on my hand."

"Wait! Let me take a picture! Let me take a picture and I'll tweet it! Oh Shet, don't squeeze me!"

The noisy voice dispelled the sleepiness in Lu Zhou's heart at once.

To be honest, this group of people was so enthusiastic that he was a little scared.

It's nothing to whistle at him and take pictures with him, but some people come up and give him a rough bear hug.

It's okay to hit someone with the ball. When a certain enthusiastic Latino lady took him to take a photo, she poked him in the face.

It doesn't matter this time.

The people in the back coaxed together again, and these young ladies and sisters became bolder, which made Lu Zhou panic.

The most annoying thing is that this group of people are not polite at all! There is no moral integrity at all!

Seeing his embarrassed look, he booed even more vigorously.

He didn't even care about his handsome hairstyle, so Lu Zhou used all his strength to stand out from the crowd's laughter and cheers.

But thankfully, the first kiss was saved anyway.

This thing is much more important than any hairstyle.

It would be a big loss if it was left here!

...

Leaving the school gate, walking quickly through Palmer Square, and fleeing back to the hotel, Lu Zhou just boarded the elevator when a figure flashed in from behind him.

When Lu Zhou looked at her, she was also looking at Lu Zhou.

Coughing lightly, Lu Zhou tentatively suggested, "Uh... I have no objection to signing a group photo, but for the sake of friendship between China and France, why don't we do anything?"

She raised her eyebrows with interest, and Miss Molina, who folded her arms on her chest, ignored Lu Zhou's speech and pressed the number 5 with her right hand under her left arm: "I'm at number 707, you Where are you going?"

"Three zero...cough, press number three for me." Lu Zhou coughed.

It's so dangerous, the room number was almost tricked out.

"Is it the third floor?" Molina looked at the floor dial next to the elevator door, gave Lu Zhou a teasing look, and teased, "It's a pity that it's already passed, anyway, it's on the way, why don't you go to my room for a while Son?"

Lu Zhou shook his head: "No, I just want to go back to sleep now."

Molina: ...

The elevator reached the seventh floor and stopped with a ding-dong.

Seeing that the elevator was going up, Lu Zhou walked down and reached out and pressed the dial.

Looking at Lu Zhou who was obsessed with going back as soon as possible, Molina was not in a hurry to go back, but teased: "Are all of you men from Huaguo so incomprehensible?"

Lu Zhou shook his head: "No, I just don't want to think about math problems for the time being."

Molina raised her eyebrows: "How do you know that I plan to ask you math questions?"

Lu Zhou grinned and said proudly, "Because the eyes can explain a lot of things, you taught me this, am I right?"

does not answer the question.

Perhaps because she noticed Lu Zhou's deep eye bags, Molina didn't force her anymore, but took out a pack of wet wipes from her carry-on bag and threw it to him.

Lu Zhou: "Tissue?"

Molina smiled lightly: "You have at least three lipstick marks on your face, do you need a mirror?"

Hold the grass? !

Thinking of his handsome face with lip prints on his face, Lu Zhou's face suddenly changed. He quickly took the tissue and wiped it on his face twice.

Sure enough, two red marks were left on the paper.

"Have a good night's sleep, but don't miss the closing ceremony tomorrow afternoon and the party in the evening," Molina curled her mouth in a teasing tone as she watched Lu Zhou wiping his face with a tissue Said, "Especially at the party tomorrow night, you are the protagonist."

Without waiting for Lu Zhou to ask what she meant, she turned and walked away.