Beijing.
In an apartment in the Yan University staff area, two old men were sitting in the living room, drinking tea and chatting.
Because both of them were mathematicians, and they were academician level big names, the topic of the conversation naturally went to mathematics.
Coincidentally, the IMO competition had just ended. Academician Xiang Huanan was talking about the China team's results. He had a look of approval on his face.
"First place in the team, five gold medals, one silver medal, and a full score. The team led by Academician Wang is amazing!"
Academician Wang Shicheng smiled and waved his hand.
"Hey, what does that have to do with me? The competition is handled by Professor Yang and the other young people. I only went to the training site twice. Other than helping out, I didn't help much. Moreover, the students were able to achieve such results because they were good at mathematics. They were good seedlings for mathematics research. The only thing the mathematics center can help them with is to help them make up for their lack of knowledge. "
Even though this was what he said, judging from the smile on his face, this old man was quite happy.
At his age, it was basically impossible for him to have any academic achievements. Especially since he retired as the chairman of the China Mathematics Society, he had basically retired and started to enjoy the rest of his life.
The teacher who led the team to the IMO competition was named Yang Yongan. Yang Yongan was Yang Yongan's last disciple. Other than Tian Gang, who was the academic leader of the Yan University school of thought, Yang Yongan was Yang Yongan's favorite student.
He was obviously happy that his favorite student was able to lead the China Olympic team to such a satisfactory result.
What should I say?
At his age, he no longer cared about money. He had already touched the ceiling of fame, and there was nothing else he could pursue. If he could leave something for the people behind him, whether it was knowledge or talent, it was something worth being happy about.
"You're being modest. Good seedlings are good seedlings, but it also depends on who is cultivating them, right?" Xiang Huanan laughed and continued in a slightly emotional tone, "But to be honest, since the promotion of quality education, it has become more and more difficult to get first place. It was not easy to get five gold medals this time."
"Yeah." Wang Shicheng nodded and said sympathetically, "Those who engage in basic science still need the support of the country and society. The environment now is definitely different from a decade ago. Reducing the burden and combining education with fun is the right thing to do, but no matter what, it's still pretty good to be able to achieve this result."
Basic science couldn't directly affect a country's scientific research ability, but a country with weak basic science couldn't stand at the forefront of the world no matter what.
Especially when it came to mathematics.
Even though knowledge was indeed shared, the methods of use and the inheritance of experience weren't based on books or hard drives. Instead, they were based on people.
"What you said is true." Academician Xiang Huanan sighed and said, "Speaking of this, it's all thanks to Academician Lu. You know how many people have been inspired to enter this field. I've been to elementary schools and kindergartens several times. I've asked children who want to be scientists why they want to be scientists when they grow up, and 80% of their answers are because they want to be Professor Lu — "
"Pfft!"
When Xiang Huanan saw Wang Shicheng suddenly choke on his tea, he paused for a second and quickly handed a few tissues to his coughing old friend.
"What's wrong with you? Did you choke on tea? We're not young anymore, be careful. "
"…"
Wang Shicheng's face turned red. He wanted to speak, but his breath was stuck in his throat. He couldn't speak at all.
This old man!
Just a second ago, he was praising Yan University, and now he's kissing up to Academician Lu. If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but it's this kid …
After patting his chest for a while, Wang Shicheng finally caught his breath. He wiped his mouth and the tea that spilled on his collar with a napkin and said while gasping for breath.
"… Nothing, go on!"
Looking at the old man's expression, Xiang Huanan felt that there was something wrong with him, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He shook his head. Just as he was about to put this matter aside and continue with the exciting topic, he suddenly froze. He awkwardly touched the back of his head and said.
"… Look at my memory. Where was I?"
Wang Shicheng: "It's fine if you forgot, let's change the topic."
"Okay then, it's not that important anyway. Sigh! Humans have a terrible memory. "Academician Xiang Huanan sighed and slapped his thigh. He suddenly remembered that there was one more important thing he didn't ask, so he said," Speaking of which, I almost forgot to ask, we got a full score this time, right? What's that kid's name? "
Wang Shicheng: "… Ji Mo."
"Ji Mo? That's a rare name, interesting. "Xiang Huanan smiled and said," When this kid goes to Yan University, he'll be heavily trained, right? "
Wang Shicheng, who had almost recovered from the shock, heard this, and his face twitched again.
"… He didn't apply to Yan University."
F * ck sake!
Is he trying to rub salt in my wound?!
He even suspected that the old man had come to visit him just to piss him off.
If Xiang Huanan knew what his old friend was thinking, he wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry. He wasn't trying to rub salt in the wound, but he really didn't expect that there would be a young man who would reject the invitation of Beijing University.
"He didn't go to Yan University? No way! Did he … go to Shuimu? "
Wang Shicheng squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
"Jinling!"
What he regretted the most was that he invited Professor Lu to the Mathematics Center of Yan University. Because at that time, not only did Lu Zhou poach Chen Yang, who had "unlimited potential", but he also took Lu Zhou, who got a full score in the IMU competition.
I hate it!
I hate it!
Hearing that it was Jinling, Xiang Huanan finally nodded in understanding. However, he was thinking about something completely different from what Wang Shicheng was thinking. He rubbed his chin and muttered.
He rubbed his chin and muttered, "Jinling … Jinling is fine, Professor Lu is there. It's good to follow him. I hope he doesn't become a monk and go live in a temple."
In the 2006 IMO competition, Liu from China and Schultz from Germany both won gold medals with full scores. However, now, one of them was already a Fields Medal winner and one of the most promising scholars to surpass Faltings, while the other was a Buddhist monk. His name was Xian Yu. Everyone sighed and sighed.
At the thought of this, Xiang Huanan could not help but feel a wave of heartache.
He had met that young man before, and he was a nice young man. Because of this, he argued with the old guy sitting next to him. He thought that Yan University was burying a talent.
The two old men sighed and lamented over different things. Soon, it was time for lunch.
As usual, during lunch time, Wang Shicheng turned on the TV and turned on the news channel.
At 12 o 'clock sharp, the international news began.
The host sitting in the studio gave a few simple opening remarks. Soon, the first international news of the day began.
The content of this news was obviously about the anti-terrorism military exercise codenamed "Mission".
Wang Shicheng, who was sitting at the dining table, had a hint of relief in his eyes as he watched the airborne capsule fall from the deep sky onto the ground. However, he soon let out a melancholic sigh.
"I really can't keep up with the times. When I first heard about the aerospace force on TV, I didn't even know what it was. I didn't expect that in just a year or two, there would even be military exercises."
"This is what happens when people get old." Xiang Huanan, who was watching TV, suddenly remembered something and said, "Speaking of this military exercise, I heard a rumor at the Chinese Academy of Sciences."
Wang Shicheng: "What rumor?"
Xiang Huanan: "This military exercise is actually arranged to escort Academician Lu to the ICM conference in Russia … But I think this rumor is a bit ridiculous. Mr. Qian has visited other countries before, so it's not like he's treading on thin ice now, right? Anyway, I don't think there's a need for such a big event. "
Academician Lu again …
This was the third time Wang Shicheng had heard this annoying name.
However, this time, he didn't react. He didn't even comment on this matter.
Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Hsu-Còme
"Since ancient times, there has never been a scholar who has been treated with such respect …"
Not only did he do it, but he did it as a mathematician.
Not only did he do it, but he did it as a mathematician.
Even if he didn't like this name, Wang Shicheng was still unconvinced. With his achievements, he was indeed worthy of this honor …
"It's just a rumor, don't take it too seriously. But this kid is really awesome. I didn't manage to trick him into studying at the Chinese Academy of Sciences in the past. In the end, Old Lu took advantage of him. What a big loss! " Xiang Huanan looked at Wang Shicheng and smiled. "Speaking of which, you were invited to this year's ICM conference, right? You didn't go last time in Brazil, are you going this time?"
It would be a shame not to go.
This kind of conference was only held once every four years, so it was hard to say how many times he would be able to attend.
But if he went, he would have to see that annoying face again …
Wang Shicheng struggled for a while before he gritted his teeth and made up his mind. He then nodded with a straight face.
"I'll go! They sent me an invitation, why shouldn't I go? "
Even though he didn't like Lu Zhou a lot …
But to be able to see China's mathematics community shine on the world stage …
In his heart, he was still very happy.
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