Chapter 863 The Dust Settled

"...hyperelliptic curve analysis?"

What does it mean to start from the most basic part?

Is this going to teach so many bigwigs a math lesson?

Molina's face was full of weird expressions, looking at Lu Zhou standing in front of the auditorium, as if she was looking at a lunatic.

This is not a number theory class at Princeton!

There are at least twenty Fields Medal winners sitting here! Not to mention winners of lifetime achievement honors like the Abel Prize...

This guy must be crazy!

Tao Zhexuan, who was sitting not far from her, had a completely different expression on his face. He could see that the frenzy had turned into excitement, and he opened and closed his lips softly muttering.

"That's it! That's it, that's it..."

Hearing the murmur to herself, Molina turned her head and couldn't help asking.

"So what?"

"He's right!"

Tao Zhexuan, who had already figured it out, loosened his shoulders and leaned back on the chair with a smile. And that confident smile seems to be born with his IQ as high as 230...

"If you are curious about why, just keep reading."

No reminder from him at all.

In fact, Molina is already doing just that.

Not even Molina, but Schultz sitting on the other side of the lecture hall.

From the moment Lu Zhou wiped away the filled whiteboard and wrote down the first line of calculations, his eyes were completely taken away by the calculations flowing line by line on the whiteboard.

"Hyperelliptic curve analysis?"

Gradually lowering his embraced arms, Aksayi who was sitting next to him frowned. At this moment, he, who is also a talented player, already had a trace of solemnity written in his pupils.

"What does he want to do?"

"Like us selling his weapons," Schultz said with a grin, his eyes fixed on the whiteboard, "just like an arms dealer."

"I know, what I want to ask is..."

Halfway through the speech, the remaining few words were stuck in Aksay's throat as if they were stuffed with cotton. His pupils gradually dilated, and gradually tinged with surprise.

Glancing at this friend, Schultz smiled, as if talking to himself, expressing his inner voice at this moment.

"A tool for tuning a classified topological space can actually be related to the number of solutions to algebraic varieties over finite fields...Algebraic geometry is really incredible. What do you think? My friend."

After a long time, Aksay nodded.

"Yes……"

Perhaps, he was wrong.

This is not Leipzig, nor Waterloo...

The black pen condensed on the whiteboard is like a rising torch, illuminating a door that has not been opened for more than 20 centuries!

Outside the auditorium, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was clear that the sky was still clear in the early morning.

And inside the auditorium, everything is completely quiet, except for the brushstrokes and smooth explanations, there is not a single extraneous sound to be heard.

In the end, even the voice of the narrator disappeared, and everyone stared at the man on the stage intently, watching him continue to write.

Concentrating on writing on the whiteboard, at this moment Lu Zhou has been completely immersed in the world of numbers and operators, completely forgetting external objects and himself.

Lines of calculations are like sonorous and powerful notes, flowing out from the sharp brush strokes, like a river formed by thousands of streams, playing a silent but touching symphony, pouring into the hearts of every listener Atrium...

Outside the auditorium.

I felt a slight coldness on the tip of my nose.

Wang Peng raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds.

"It's raining."

"Well," Yang Guangbiao, who was standing by the wall with his right hand in his pocket all the time, nodded calmly, "Looking at the weather forecast yesterday, it was probably a rainstorm."

Wang Peng: "Have you discovered anything at the General Staff's side?"

Yang Guangbiao: "No, how about you?"

Wang Peng: "Everything is normal."

Yang Guangbiao: "...Normal is the best."

"Yeah." Wang Peng took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it. Wang Peng puffed out the smoke ring and grinned, "I don't worry if I'm fine."

Everything is safe and sound, which is naturally the best.

Although he does not have a good understanding of problems in the field of science.

But he can probably feel that this report meeting is very important to the academic circles in Huaguo.

For him, it is also very important...

Three or two minutes later, it rained like a torrential downpour.

Strings of raindrops, like soybeans falling into a pot, hit the bluestone bricks at the door with splashes of water.

The sound of thunder that sounded like an ancient bell faintly passed through the mahogany gate, drifted into the silent lobby, and also drifted into the ears of Lu Zhou on the stage.

That one-inch edge paused for a while on the whiteboard.

Everyone in the audience stared with bated breath, quietly waiting for him to continue.

Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of Lu Zhou's mouth.

"It's time to finish."

As if speaking to himself, Lu Zhou murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear, and then the brushstroke he held on the tip of his right finger moved like the thunder that pierced the dark clouds. A flowing track was drawn to the right.

Standing under the stage, Professor Faltings, whose eyes were completely attracted by the calculations on the whiteboard, suddenly shrank a little with his muddy pupils.

"...introducing the Plancherel formula to the Heisenberg group."

"And... Tale Cohomology!"

"...No, it's not the same...Is it called hyperelliptic curve analysis? I see..."

Suddenly, an illusion appeared in his eyes.

For a moment, the back on the stage overlapped with the stalwart back in his memory...

"No wonder..."

Lowering his eyebrows slightly, the old man standing under the stage said something as if he was talking to himself.

"...No wonder that person chose to let him inherit that inheritance."

It's all over.

Lu Zhou wrote down the last character as if he had struck the key of the rest.

It was also at the moment when the last stroke was made that time and space seemed to be frozen, and everything in the auditorium was frozen on a brightly colored oil painting.

Only the second hand on the wall clock is left quietly flowing...

Stopping to look at his achievements, Lu Zhou coughed lightly with the corner of his mouth raised, breaking the silence that had been brewing for a long time.

"Hyperelliptic curve analysis...that's what I call the theory."

Turning around and looking at the silent lobby, looking at the pair of faces full of shock and astonishment, Lu Zhou paused for a moment before continuing.

"...Of course, this is a name I came up with temporarily. If one day I think there is a better name for it, I may rename it."

After finishing speaking, he gently placed the marker pen in his hand beside the whiteboard, walked back to the podium in a steady pace, and put his hands gently on the podium.

"Believe what I said is so straightforward. At your level, it should not be difficult to understand this set of theories. And if you can understand this set of theories, I believe that Professor Faltings will take back the previous one that was not a problem at all. question."

With that said, Lu Zhou looked at Professor Faltins.

After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that the old gentleman did not refute, Lu Zhou turned his attention back to all the audience in the auditorium and continued.

"The critical band method is a very interesting proof idea, and the hyperelliptic curve analysis method is a tool to solve the problem. Just like the dichotomy method that our junior high school students understand, we can reduce the value of ε, bit by bit Keep approaching our ultimate goal...and finally make Re(s)=1-ε=1/2."

"Here I would like to prove the existence of ε, hoping to play a role in attracting jade."

"The above is my entire argumentation process."

Having said that, Lu Zhou stopped talking and stopped talking.

There was no sound in the auditorium.

No one moved, and no one spoke.

Everyone is waiting for that person to give a clear answer.

No one understands Riemann's conjecture better than that person, and no one is more suitable to make a conclusion for this report than that person.

The tensed shoulders slowly loosened and then tensed again.

With his back to all the sights in the auditorium, Professor Faltings stopped silently for a long time.

After a long time, he raised his right hand and gently put back the black round cap he was holding.

"You are right."

The affirmative voice floated out from under the brim of the hat with a bit of frankness and relief.

Although it is not easy to detect, it has indeed drifted into everyone's ears.

Lu Zhou nodded to the old man, with a smile on his face, and said sincerely.

"thanks."

After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly towards the auditorium, announcing the end of the report meeting.

And the moment he turned around and walked off the podium!

The deafening applause, like the torrential rain outside the auditorium, filled the entire auditorium in an instant!