Chapter 825 Friends From Afar

On the other side of the earth.

It was already late at night on the campus of Princeton University shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had their lights on.

In the event room of a library near the apartment, Vera put a stack of papers on the table, opened a page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle position, said softly.

"...On line 11 on page 27 of the thesis, there is a problem with the calculation here."

Compared with three years ago, her figure has not changed much, the only difference is that the short ponytail, which is always like the tail of a little squirrel, has grown so long that it hangs down to the crook of her arm, and it is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage ponytail. Greek princess braids.

If she wore a long dress with lace trim, she might be mistaken for a real princess. Unfortunately, what wraps those slender shoulders is just a very ordinary campus dress, which makes her always be mistaken for a high school student attending an academic summer camp at certain times...

"Look... Oh, God, you are even stricter than my doctoral supervisor." Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, rubbed between her brows, grabbed a pen from the table, and stretched Slowly sat up straight.

This kind of feeling of staying up late and bursting into the liver is not good, and it is a burden on the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she was by no means young when she got her doctorate and became a lecturer at Princeton University.

At least, compared to the girl standing next to her.

After being praised by her partner, Vera smiled a little shyly, and said embarrassingly.

"Where, I am still far behind Ms. Sophie Morell."

When Molina was still a Ph.D. student, Sophie Morell was her mentor. The two had cooperated for a long time on the critical line of Riemann's conjecture, but Sophie Morell After losing the Nobel Prize in the 18-year competition, Sophie gave up the Riemann conjecture, a difficult nut to crack, and has transferred to other research topics, and she is doing well now.

As for Molina, she is still working hard on this topic, even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this point remains unchanged.

As for why she got together with Vera, that's a long story.

In short, the two are now in the same research group, striving for the same goal—that is, the Riemann Hypothesis.

"No, that's because you're too modest. That coward can't complete such a beautiful proof of Kakutani's theorem, and it's absolutely impossible to carefully discover such a tricky problem..." Biting the cap of his pen, Mo stared at the line of calculations repeatedly. Lina scratched her hair and said a little irritably, "Damn it, I should have thought of Odrizko's zero-point calculation method earlier."

"Bingo, Odrizko's zero-point calculation method," Vera said softly, wrote down two lines of calculations on paper with a ballpoint pen, and corrected the mistakes, "The corrected algorithm can be launched, 40% The non-trivial zero of is located on the critical line... Congratulations, Ms. Molina, you have discovered a method other than Levinson's algorithm and reproved Conrey's critical line theorem."

She said the last half sentence with comfort.

Although, she wasn't sure if this could be called comfort.

It took a month to come up with the idea, and it took another two months to try, but the final result was the conclusion that was drawn in 1990.

The critical line that divides the non-trivial zeros of the zeta function still stands at the pesky figure of 40%. If anyone can push it forward a little bit, whoever has the hope of winning the next or the next Fields Medal.

However, so many years have passed, only its challenger has fallen, and no one has pushed this evil dragon back.

"But it's meaningless," Molina sighed, "maybe..."The Chronicle of Mathematics" will consider accepting our paper."

Vera gave her an encouraging look and said softly.

"I think they should consider it, at least we found another use of Odrizko's zero-point calculation method."

Unlike other disciplines, mathematical research is not completely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is good enough, or interesting, it can also be a reason for publication. In particular, "The Chronicle of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "relaxed" to the papers produced by Princeton.

only……

The four top journals like "Annual of Mathematics" are more difficult.

"Maybe..." Molina rubbed her long messy hair, "Maybe we should change our thinking. I studied Sir Atiyah's notes a while ago and found his research very interesting."

Vera opened her mouth.

"Molina..."

Molina with dark circles under her eyes tilted her head: "What's wrong?"

Vera said seriously: "You really should rest for a while."

Although it may be a bit disrespectful to the late Sir Atiyah to say this, but before his death, many people had such thoughts, and finally returned with regret.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."

She also felt that she must be crazy to start studying Sir Atiyah's thesis.

Vera opened her mouth slightly, and finally sat next to her. After a moment of silence, she asked.

"Why... have you been obsessed with Riemann's conjecture?"

Hearing this question, Molina joked in a rhetorical tone: "Just like why are you obsessed with that man?"

Vera blushed slightly. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.

"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."

Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"

Vera was silent for a while, then nodded.

Indeed, she also knew that it was many years ago.

She wasn't even sure if Lu Zhou still remembered what she looked like.

Although she always remembered what he looked like...

"Me too," Molina continued, smiling, squirting her index finger down on the empty mug on the table, "Mathematics gave me the same thing."

Vera looked at her puzzled.

"But why is it Riemann's conjecture?"

"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."

As she said that, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, she staggered to the side. Fortunately, Vera got up immediately and supported her, so that she didn't trip over.

"Thank you," Molina said, leaning on the back of the chair with her right hand and bending her lips, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."

Vera blushed immediately, and said quickly, "Sorry...I'm not that one."

Molina pursed her lips and smiled.

"I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the paper on the table and hugged it to her chest, and walked away quickly.