Luo Wenxuan was standing at the door.
The two agreed to go to the lobby together.
"The party is about to start, how much longer do you want?"
"I'm done."
Lu Zhou adjusted his tie and walked out of his room. "Party … How do I get there?"
Luo Wenxuan smiled and said, "Take the elevator downstairs, then grab a bottle of champagne from the waiter's tray. Talk to someone you're interested in. If you don't agree, just end the conversation … Relax, don't worry about whether people are interested in you or not. I'm sure there are a lot of people interested in you."
How can I do that?
Even though I know I'm handsome, let's be humble …
Lu Zhou smiled awkwardly.
Luo Wenxuan didn't notice what Lu Zhou was thinking. He walked Lu Zhou to the elevator and told him what to pay attention to at this kind of party.
"… If you're researching an interesting topic, you can try talking to a big name in the same field. If they're interested in your research, you can choose them as your academic editor when you submit your thesis. That way, you'll have a much higher chance of passing your thesis. If you're planning on doing a PhD, you can also find a supervisor that's suitable for your field. It's better than looking at a long list of people. "
After the two entered the elevator, they saw the two people in the elevator.
Luo Wenxuan was stunned for a second. He then enthusiastically reached out his hand to the old man standing next to the young man. "Professor Wang, what a coincidence!"
"Haha, Luo Wenxuan," said Professor Wang with a smile. He shook Luo Wenxuan's hand and said, "Long time no see … This is?"
"Lu Zhou, Professor Tang's favorite student," said Luo Wenxuan as he patted Lu Zhou's shoulder and said, "This is Professor Wang Yuping from Yan University. He's a big name in the field of algebraic number theory."
"Professor Wang, nice to meet you!"
Nutty!
When Lu Zhou heard this name that he had seen in literature, he suddenly felt a sense of respect.
Although this big boss might not be as famous as him, that was only because he was low-key. Another important reason was that most of the research results in the field of mathematics were done when they were young. Back then, there was no internet, only posters …
Mr. Wang had countless academic achievements in his life. As far as Lu Zhou knew, he had solved a generalization of Mr. Hua Luogeng's Waring problem on integer polynomials, proved an important conjecture on the finite Abelian group by the famous combinatorist Ballobas, and so on …
These questions were not as catchy as Zhou's conjecture, but the academic value was higher.
Number theory was not a strong field at Yan University, so Mr. Wang was the leader.
"Don't brag about me," said Wang Yuping as he shook Lu Zhou's hand. He smiled amiably and said, "Little Lu, I've heard about you from Professor Tang. Nice to meet you. I'm already old. The future of our motherland still depends on you young talents. You have to work harder! "
Lu Zhou was in awe as he said, "Professor, you're too kind."
"Learn from Professor Tang, not Dean Qin," said Wang Yuping as he waved his hand. He then introduced the young man next to him to Lu Zhou as he said, "This is my student, Wei Wen."
Wei Wen reached out his hand and smiled as he said, "Hello, we meet again."
"Hello, hello," said Lu Zhou as he smiled and shook hands with Wang Yuping. However, he was thinking for a long time.
I've seen him before?
Where have I seen him before?
I don't remember him at all …
After chatting for a while, Professor Wang took his students somewhere else.
Luo Wenxuan patted Lu Zhou's shoulder and said, "Have fun" before they "parted ways".
Lu Zhou looked at the people in the venue and couldn't help but feel emotional as he held a glass of champagne in his hand.
Who said geniuses are not good at talking?
It seems like I still need to improve my posture.
Lu Zhou walked around the venue a few times. He originally wanted to find his thesis reviewer, Professor Deligné, and worship him. However, when he saw that there were a lot of people around Professor Deligné, he hesitated.
In all honesty, he was definitely not a coward. It was just that there was a lot of bird language around him, and with his current level of English, he still felt a little pressured.
When he finally made up his mind …
F * ck sake, he's already gone.
In the end, Lu Zhou walked around the venue and sat on the sofa.
Just like every time he went to the cafeteria, if he had to choose the most comfortable seat, he would definitely choose the one that was the least noisy.
Lu Zhou shook his head. He had nothing to do anyway, so he took out his notebook from his suit pocket and continued to research the problem that he was having at the hotel.
However, at this moment, an unexpected figure sat in front of him.
Lu Zhou looked up and didn't recognize it for a moment.
Her golden hair was spread out in slightly curly waves, and her soft facial features were less rough than those of the West, except for the heroic willowy eyebrows above her deep eye sockets. Her temperament from her eyebrows to the tips of her hair was somewhat similar to that of a female top student in the Harry Potter movies.
The black evening gown and the white swan neck formed a sharp contrast. The sense of mystery under the conservative style was not like the cheerfulness of the French, but a kind of mystery similar to the Victorian style.
He looked down …
Alright, so it turns out that not all foreigners have big breasts …
It was rude to stare at a certain part of a woman's body, so Lu Zhou only took a quick glance before he satisfied his curiosity. Just as he was about to say hello in a casual tone, the other party spoke first.
Molina: "You're not going to dance?"
"No, the atmosphere there is too lively, it's not suitable for me …" Lu Zhou could not lie anymore, so he simply told the truth, "Okay, actually, I don't know how to dance. What about you?"
Molina smiled and said, "Me too."
Lu Zhou looked at her and said, "I thought all French people were good dancers."
"Same here." Molina smiled and said, "When I first came to America, I also thought all Chinese people knew Kung Fu."
"This … is a big misunderstanding," said Lu Zhou.
"I'm curious."
"Curious about what?"
"Why is it that when a beautiful lady sits in front of you, you can still think about math problems indifferently?"
The f * ck?!
Mind reading?
Are Westerners like this?
Lu Zhou looked at Molina and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Molina stared at Lu Zhou's eyes and said, "Eyes can explain a lot of things."
"… Okay, it seems like I have a pair of eyes that can slip up."
Lu Zhou coughed.
He admitted that he was thinking about math problems.
Even now …
The conversation went silent for a short while. Both of them quieted down.
Lu Zhou looked at the dancing figures on the dance floor. His index finger gently tapped on the table, beating the beat to the music of the waltz.
Inspiration was always so metaphysical.
Just like the truth buried in the endless numbers, it would slip away from his fingertips if he wasn't careful.
However, he had the urge to ask the system for help more than once.
However, the principle of the system was to know what the problem was. The system would not guide him on how to solve the problem, nor would it provide any guidance.
The number of general points needed to exchange for the twin prime number conjecture was far more than he had.
I'm always so close …
Lu Zhou clenched his fists.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. He thought of the twenty-four hours of inspiration time in the system and abruptly stood up from his chair.
Molina looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong?"
Lu Zhou took a deep breath and said with excitement in his eyes, "I suddenly thought of something important."
Molina raised her eyebrows and said in a joking tone, "More important than having dinner with an elegant French lady?"
"More important than having dinner with the Virgin Mary!"
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