While Lu Zhou was busy writing his thesis, he did not know that the video of him writing on the blackboard on the podium had become a trending topic among the Ivy League students on Twitter.
However, it wasn't the "mathematicians" from the Ivy League that pushed the popularity to the peak. Instead, it was the high school and middle school students that were labeled as "nurd".
The concept of "knowledge worship" was not on the "cultural tree" in the United States. Apart from the elites who deeply understood the importance of reading, most people were indifferent to knowledge. Due to political correctness, even the elites themselves were deliberately diluting this concept.
Anyone who said something like, "I don't want to go to the party, I want to do my homework" would be called a "nurd".
These people were not only at the bottom of the school food chain, but they were also the targets of school bullying. Unless you were a straight-A student, a shooting guard on the basketball team or a quarterback on the football team, you would not be called a nurd. A student who did not participate in any extracurricular activities would not even be liked by the teacher.
Because of this, they felt a resonance with Lu Zhou.
Even if it was just a pen.
Even if there was no gorgeous performance.
Even if they weren't scoring goals to their heart's content on the green field.
In this world, there was still glory that belonged to them. There was still a battlefield for them.
The ending stroke, the monotonous and affirmative statement …
And.
The applause was like a surging wave.
Only the same kind would appreciate the same kind, and only the same kind could feel a resonance from the same kind, especially when this kind of person was not recognized by the society they lived in. This kind of recognition that came from a sense of honor was especially strong.
Youtube video comment section.
[Jesus-cry! I feel like … I just watched a football game?]
[Yes, for me, it's more exciting than this year's Super Bowl …]
[I am a high school student. Because of my skin color, gender, and studies, I was excluded by almost all of my high school circles. I wanted to get tattoos, I wanted to try marijuana and alcohol. I tried to fit in, but I never succeeded. Thank you, you gave me the courage to pick up books again. I was about to give up.]
[I actually watched people do math problems on Youtube? I must be crazy!]
[When the applause rang out, I couldn't help but hum a song.]
[Strongly requesting the host to add BGM to the video.]
Of course, in addition to the positive comments, there were naturally many mocking and sarcastic voices.
[Don't discuss mathematics with an Asian, especially when he's from a country that can make Google malfunction.]
[As soon as I saw his skin color, I knew the outcome was obvious. Why are they clapping? Were they all idiots? Isn't it normal for a monkey to count its own bananas?]
In this country, it wasn't a big deal to talk about "Asians" and "good at math", but if the two concepts were put together, it would be considered racial discrimination.
Naturally, wherever there was discrimination, there would be retaliation.
[You don't even know how to count. You're a disgrace to primates!]
[There are actually people who are proud of their ignorance? Why did they climb over the wall to watch? Are the people here so unintelligent?]
[Hou's alkaline production method. Learn about it.]
[Saonima!]
[#% …!]
The comment section of the video was full of arguments, which also pushed the popularity of the video to a new height. Many people even moved the video back to the wall. However, due to the lack of subtitles and the video bit rate was too low to see what was written on the whiteboard, it did not reach a phenomenal level.
Whether it was the author of the video or the protagonist of the video, none of them expected this.
Especially the protagonist of the video. At this moment, he was locked in his hotel room working on his thesis. He did not even realize that he had inadvertently become popular.
The day after the closing ceremony of the academic conference, Lu Zhou yawned. He had not left the house for two days and one night. He then converted the finished thesis into a new format. He then packaged it with the electronic copyright agreement and sent it to Professor Deligné's email address.
Because Professor Deligné was also the editor of Annual Mathematics, he was responsible for reviewing theses in the field of number theory. Therefore, this submission method was much faster than submitting through the official website.
When he sent the email, Lu Zhou suddenly noticed that there were four unread emails in his inbox.
He opened it and saw that it was from Molina.
[I guess you didn't go to the party … Do you want to come out for a drink?]
[Okay, looks like you're working on your thesis. I'm asking for trouble. Remember to reply to me when you open your email.]
[# video-link: Hey, are you still sleeping? Do you know that your report is going to be posted on Youtube? You're popular! Hurry up and register a Twitter account.]
[… Okay, okay, I saw this email. Remember to send me your WeChat ID.]
F * ck!
Lu Zhou did not have the habit of checking his email unless he had an unfinished thesis.
He replied to the email in a sincere manner. He then closed his computer and stood up. He was about to go to Palmer Square to eat something.
Over the past few days, Lu Zhou had been eating sandwiches from the hotel. It was fun to eat sandwiches once or twice, but it was torture to eat sandwiches all the time.
Because the academic conference was over, there were no staff from the Federal Mathematics Society in the hotel. They were accepting reservations from tourists. In the lobby, there were many people from all over the world who came to Princeton to admire mathematics. They were dragging their suitcases and taking pictures with their phones.
At the entrance of the hotel, Lu Zhou bumped into Luo Wenxuan, who was walking toward the hotel.
Luo Wenxuan's eyes lit up when he saw Lu Zhou. He immediately walked over and reached out his hand.
"Congratulations!" Luo Wenxuan grabbed Lu Zhou's hand and said excitedly, "Now I know why Professor Tang values an undergraduate student like you so much. You're not a genius, you're a monster."
Lu Zhou coughed and said, "You're exaggerating, I only proved one conjecture …"
Senior Brother Luo sighed and said, "You've proven one of my conjectures. You can do it. How can I, a useless Senior Brother, endure this?"
Not achieving anything was an exaggeration. Princeton didn't recruit many people in a year. Anyone who could go to Princeton to do a PhD, especially a PhD in science and engineering, was a god. Not to mention mathematics and physics, which were at the top of the academic chain.
Lu Zhou smiled and changed the topic, "Speaking of which, where did you go? I haven't seen you since the closing ceremony. "
Luo Wenxuan sighed and said, "My research has reached a bottleneck. My supervisor is at a conference at Berkeley, so I went to New York to watch the competition."
Lu Zhou didn't know much about quantum mechanics. Compared to mathematics, which he was good at, he only knew a little bit about physics.
If he were to talk about helping, he really couldn't.
But …
Lu Zhou suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh yeah."
Luo Wenxuan asked, "What?"
Lu Zhou said, "I remember you saying that the six-sided die has a seventh possibility in the Hilbert space. I don't know what the problem is, but why don't you consider the possibility of landing on both sides?"
"Landing on both sides? You mean … "
Halfway through his sentence, Luo Wenxuan suddenly stopped. He frowned and fell into deep thought.
Lu Zhou didn't interrupt his train of thought. Instead, he quietly walked around him.
Inspiration was difficult to describe.
Whether or not one could catch the white pigeon depended on one's luck.
Regardless of whether or not it worked, this was the last gift Lu Zhou could give Luo Wenxuan.
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