"Do you have any other questions?"
Professor Deligné looked at the staff member.
"Nope …"
The staff member smiled awkwardly and stepped aside.
What a joke. Since this big shot had spoken, how could he dare to object?
There were only 13 mathematicians in the world that had won the Fields Prize and the Wolf Prize at the same time. There were only two mathematicians in the world that had won the Clifford Prize. One was Deligné, and the other was Qiu Chengtong.
Even the president of the International Mathematical Union would have to respect Lu Zhou. Not to mention, he was just an ordinary staff member of the Federal Mathematics Society.
If Lu Zhou noticed what happened behind him, he would have politely thanked him. However, he was not paying attention to what was happening behind him. He did not even hear the staff member's words.
Looking at the four whiteboards filled with words, he stopped writing.
That was almost all of his work over the past four days.
He would have to solve the rest of the problem on the spot.
There was half an hour left of inspiration time.
He had completely entered the zone, completely forgetting where he was.
He had completely forgotten about the audience.
He had completely forgotten about the pairs of eyes staring at him.
On this stage, regardless of nationality, skin color, or social status, everyone could speak freely. Lu Zhou looked at the lines of calculations on the whiteboard, and his state of mind was transcendent.
He.
He picked up his pen.
[S (α) = Σane (nα); M, N ∈ ζ …]
Professor Deligné stared at the whiteboard and suddenly asked his old friend, "Do you think he can succeed?"
Professor Zellberg stared at the whiteboard and smiled as he said, "I don't know, but I think we can look forward to it. Mathematics is a field of geniuses. 70% of outstanding results are produced by young talents under the age of 45. "
"Is this why you switched to studying string theory?" Deligne stared at the calculations on the whiteboard, and the tip of his pen stopped on his notepad as if it was stuck there.
"Haha." Professor Zellberg smiled and said, "Maybe?"
On the other side of the lecture hall.
Wei Wen stared at the whiteboard without moving his eyes. He looked at the competitor in his heart, standing on that stage, challenging a world-class problem. The steps were getting more and more beyond the scope of his understanding. At this point, he could barely keep up with this person's train of thought.
Finally, he could not help but whisper.
"Professor."
Professor Wang Yuping stared at the whiteboard and smiled, "What's wrong?"
"Do you think … he can succeed?"
Professor Wang Yuping thought about this problem for a while and shook his head. "It's hard to say. Number theory is more of a test of talent than any other branch of mathematics. If he succeeds, it will be a great story."
Wei Wen immediately asked, "What if he fails?"
Professor Wang Yuping thought for a bit and said, "… If he fails, he might be the laughing stock of all the mathematicians in Princeton."
Also, the unscrupulous domestic and foreign media would ridicule Lu Zhou. For example, an arrogant idiot tried to change his script and tried to challenge a world-class mathematical conjecture at an academic conference, only to be kicked off the stage … Although scientific research needed this kind of courage to challenge, one could never expect the media to have a sense of social responsibility.
At the thought of this, the old man broke into a cold sweat for him and could not help but lament.
It's good to be young …
This kind of courage and aggressiveness could only appear in young people.
At his age, there were too many things to worry about.
The older one was, the more stable one was. The more stable one was, the more difficult it was to make progress.
It was not just a problem of inspiration, nor was it just a decline in concentration and memory due to aging.
It was difficult for a mathematics professor under the traditional system to make up his mind to challenge a conjecture. This was because even if he spent three to five years on it, the result would be nothing.
In contrast, as an undergraduate student, Lu Zhou was outside of the system. He did not have any academic pressure, nor did he have to worry about meetings. He could explore with a pure heart and finally achieve major results with inspiration …
Even if he failed, he could afford to lose.
If he succeeds …
Among the new generation of young talents, the only one who could beat him was Peter Schultz, the youngest W3 professor in Germany, who proposed the "PS theory" and built a new mathematical framework. He was regarded as Grothendieck's successor, and he was only in his twenties.
Or at least, he was one of them.
The 2018 Fields Prize was hard to say. Schulz, who had countless achievements in the field of algebraic geometry, would be his biggest competitor. There was also Brendle, who was also from Germany. However, this year's Ramanujan Gold Prize and the 2017 Cole Prize (the highest prize in the field of number theory) could be expected due to the weight of the twin prime conjecture.
Mr. Wang looked at Lu Zhou on the podium and his eyes were full of praise.
Wei Wen, who was sitting next to him, did not say a word. He looked at the podium with a complicated expression on his face. No one knew what he was thinking …
On stage.
The fifth whiteboard was filled with writing.
The thirty minutes of inspiration time had already ended five minutes ago.
However, there was no suspense in the outcome.
Lu Zhou looked at the sixth whiteboard that the staff dragged over and slowly let out a sigh of relief.
His lips moved slightly as he whispered in front of the five whiteboards that were filled with words.
"God threw a six-sided die, and there was a seventh possibility because two sides of the twisted die landed on the ground.
"Old Mister Hilbert's topological proof of the infinity of prime numbers was probably inspired by this inspiration …"
He looked at the brand new whiteboard.
He raised his right hand again.
The tip of the pen in his hand was like an inch of green light as it slashed at the dying dragon in front of the treasure!
[S (2) - (logkx) S (1) > 0 holds for K ≥ 2, acceptable array H = …]
[…]
[Therefore, there are infinitely many pairs of twin prime numbers.]
In the audience.
Professor Deligne's squinted eyes widened, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Professor Zellberg, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said, "When I used the topological method to supplement the sieve theory, I thought that my work might provide ideas for future generations to solve Goldbach's conjecture, but I didn't expect this sword to be used to solve Polignac's conjecture K = 1. It seems that he answered our expectations. "
Deligné put down the pen in his hand and took off his glasses. He then pinched his slightly sore eyes.
He only said one word in his native language.
"Yes."
The audience was silent.
One person on stage, one pen.
After the last line of calculations was written, Lu Zhou took two steps back and looked at the six whiteboards in front of him.
The venue behind him was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.
There should be … no problem.
Lu Zhou took a deep breath and turned around. His back was facing his answer sheet as he faced the audience, who were holding their breaths.
He spoke in a positive tone.
"The pair of twin prime numbers is infinite. We are one step closer to Polignac's conjecture.
"Sorry for wasting everyone's time. My proof is over."
Time and space seemed to have warped. It was as if he had returned to the examination room, the moment he stopped writing.
His heart was filled with mixed feelings.
Lu Zhou listened to his own heartbeat and gently placed the marker in his hand on the podium.
The crowd was moving under the light.
At this moment, everyone present was a witness, as well as an examiner.
This answer paper was for the entire world.
Lu Zhou faced the audience and bowed slightly.
He turned around.
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