Chapter 905 The Math Center in the Courtyard

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

However, the air was still quiet for a few seconds.

With a slightly awkward expression, Mr. Qiu immediately laughed twice, breaking the awkward atmosphere forcibly, stretched out his right hand to touch his nose, and said in a confused manner.

"I almost forgot about this... You are no longer the fledgling young man back then."

Lu Zhou nodded with a smile, and said politely: "It's my honor to let you feel that I have grown. It means that I have not wasted the past five or six years."

"It's more than just growing up. The reaction speed of my brain can hardly keep up with the rhythm of your growth." Sighing lightly, Mr. Qiu seems to be caught in the memory of the past, with a slightly emotional expression.

After a few seconds, he changed the subject, smiled and said, "Speaking of which, why did you come to Shuimu University for a visit?"

"You may not believe it, I really just happened to pass by."

In two or three sentences, Lu Zhou told Mr. Qiu about Academician Wang Shicheng's invitation. After listening to his narration, the old man pushed down the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, frowned, and said with a displeased expression.

"That old bastard Wang Shicheng... don't look at his kind face, he doesn't know what bad water is in his belly. Don't believe a word he says, this old man is very bad, I suggest you be careful!"

Seeing Mr. Qiu's resentful expression, Lu Zhou couldn't laugh or cry.

"I just went to Yanda for a walk, what can he do to me..."

Qiu Chengtong still warned worriedly: "Anyway, that old thing has no good intentions! It's nothing to go to Yanda University. In short, you should pay attention, don't be tricked by that old thing."

"……Yes Yes Yes."

After all, Academician Wang Shicheng had no grudges with him, and Lu Zhou didn't really want to intervene in the grievances between the older generation of scholars, so he had to say yes a few times perfunctorily, and brought this topic to the past.

After exchanging greetings for a few more words, he said goodbye to Mr. Qiu, then turned around and walked to the west gate of Shuimu University, walking all the way to the east gate of Yan University.

...

Yanda East Gate.

A young teacher in a crisp suit was standing there looking around.

When he saw Lu Zhou, the young teacher recognized him from the crowd at a glance, and greeted him quickly with a smile on his face.

"You are Academician Lu, hello, hello! I heard Academician Wang said that you are coming, so I am waiting here."

Looking at this enthusiastic young teacher, Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.

"I stopped by Shuimu University and made you wait for a long time."

"Where, you are a world-renowned university student, even if you let me wait until tomorrow, it doesn't matter," the young professor smiled heartily and stretched out his right hand, "Yang Yong'an, a professor of mathematics, is in his early thirties, and may be older than you I am a little older, I am ashamed that I am still unknown in my 30s."

"Professor Yang is humble. Being able to become a professor of Yanda University in his thirties is not considered an unknown generation." After shaking the hand of Professor Yang and letting go, Lu Zhou continued, "Where is Academician Wang?"

"Academician Wang is at the Mathematics Center of Yanda University. I can't get away temporarily because of the national training team for the IMO competition. I hope Academician Lu can understand."

IMO contest?

Speaking of which, it's about this time.

"It's okay, I can understand." Lu Zhou smiled and nodded, indicating that Professor Yang doesn't need to worry about it. After a pause, he continued, "It just so happens that I'm going to the Math Center too, so just take me there."

Yang Yongan made a gesture of invitation.

"this way please."

Over the years, Shanghai has changed quite a lot. There are more and more new energy vehicles on the road, the buildings on both sides of the road are getting taller, and there are more and more foreign friends who speak different languages. But there are only two places that are the same It has not changed, and it still retains its original style.

One is the historical and cultural buildings in Shangjing, and the other is the top universities in Shangjing.

This is indeed a top university of world civilization. As soon as you set foot on the tree-lined path near the teaching building, you will be greeted by a strong academic atmosphere. Every brick and tile on the eaves under your feet contains historical and cultural heritage. It is one of the most suitable places for academic research in Huaguo.

In fact, for Lu Zhou, neither Yanda nor Shuimu's campus is very strange.

When he lived in the nursing home next to the Old Summer Palace, he often came here for a walk, but because of various inconvenient reasons, he never went to the International Mathematical Research Center of Yanda University.

It is said that it is a mathematics center located in a courtyard. The tallest building has no more than three floors, and the most common one is only the square blackboard.

Although the facility looks a bit outdated, it is said to be intentional. Only in the purest environment can we engage in scientific research, which is the most primitive mental work of human beings and the closest to the essence of the universe, and this is also the original idea of ​​the founder of this mathematics research center.

Of course, for those mathematicians, being able to live in such a spacious courtyard and conduct research in an international metropolis such as Shanghai, where land is very expensive, must be extremely enviable to the laymen.

When Lu Zhou first entered the courtyard, he saw a small-looking young man with glasses on the bridge of his nose carrying a small bench, sitting in front of a blackboard next to a big banyan tree, holding half a piece of chalk in his hand , thinking hard about the calculation formulas written all over the blackboard.

The gray coat had been washed and faded, and the hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a few days, but it was simply combed into a mid-range look, and the too long bangs drooped listlessly on the glasses frame.

Interestedly, he glanced at the young man who looked like a performance artist, and Lu Zhou asked curiously.

"Who is that?"

For some reason, when Lu Zhou set his sights on this strange man, Yang Yongan's expression was slightly awkward.

It was as if he had seen something ugly.

"Don't worry, this guy... is a bit out of order."

Mental disorder?

Lu Zhou was even more curious.

According to his experience in Princeton, many people who are better at mathematics are a bit maverick in certain fields, so they can always see all kinds of weirdos. For example, the former editor-in-chief of the annual mathematics journal never allows others to sit while talking to him in the office, or one of his students likes mint-flavored coffee, or the old man in the Flintstone library who is always awake... …

Scholars like myself, who are impeccable in mathematics and behave like ordinary people, are in the minority.

"Why do you say that?"

"You know, places like ours usually have some evaluation indicators. For example, how many articles are published in the first district and second district in a year, or submitted to top conferences, etc... But some people always like to stand alone , and when someone kindly reminded him that if you go on like this, you might be invited out because you can’t pass the assessment, you will be looked at like a fool.” Yang Yongan shrugged, “I don’t think anyone would develop a fondness for him."

Lu Zhou asked: "Then what did he research?"

Glancing in that person's direction, Yang Yong'an said sarcastically, "If there were, he wouldn't be so miserable."

Out of curiosity, Lu Zhou ignored Professor Yang's dissuasion and stepped forward to take a look.

But at this sight, his eyebrows suddenly raised.

"...Hyperelliptic curve analysis?"

Hearing these words, the young man who looked like a performance artist finally reacted.

He turned his head, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a somewhat dull voice.

"You can understand?"

Hearing this sentence, before Lu Zhou could say anything, Yang Yongan, who was standing next to him, almost couldn't laugh out loud.

"Brother dei, you should be an idiot, and take a closer look at who this is."

After staring at Lu Zhou for a while, the young man still had a blank expression on his face.

"who is it?"

Professor Yang raised his eyebrows and was about to reprimand him, but was stopped by Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou didn't really care about such insignificant things as not being recognized. Lu Zhou stared at the blackboard and said with interest.

"Your use of hyperelliptic curve analysis is very interesting, and people don't usually use it that way."

The young man pushed his glasses and continued to look at the blackboard.

"After all, I am not studying the Riemann conjecture... This method was originally designed for the Riemann conjecture."

"I think so." Lu Zhou nodded, thought for a moment, and continued, "According to your definition of non-singular projective complex algebraic varieties... If I guess correctly, what you are studying is probably the Hodge conjecture ?”