Jin Ling University mathematics building.
Qin Chuan, who was sitting in the dean's office, stared at the holographic window on the table. He spoke emotionally to the person on the other end of the video call.
"Lu Zhou is a professor at Jin Ling University! We have retained his position for the past 100 years! Now suddenly, a person who looks exactly the same comes out and advertises that he is Lu Zhou. We have the obligation to maintain the honor of Professor Lu! How could this matter have nothing to do with us! "
"However, we also have to take into account the privacy of citizens."
Sitting across the holographic window, the man in a formal suit sighed and said with a headache, "From a procedural point of view, this is the work of the household registration management department. They will verify the authenticity of his identity through multiple sources of evidence. If necessary, they will use the power of the security department. If they think they need your help, then they will naturally contact you. If they think that your opinions are irrelevant, or that they can't provide valid evidence … "
The man in the video shrugged.
"Then I believe in their judgment."
Qin Chuan was still unwilling to give up.
"Then at least help me arrange a meeting with him, let me talk to him face to face!"
"Please believe in the justice of the law, Mr. Qin, or Professor Qin. The identification of dormant people who hibernate in an abnormal way is itself one of the most difficult problems in judicial practice. We also have our difficulties here. "
"100 years is not 100 days. No hospital will keep his DNA samples for such a long time, and he has never donated any … evidence that contains his genetic information. We need a rigorous chain of evidence to define this matter, but the trouble is that most evidence is vulnerable in the face of time. There are too many things that can change in a century. If you are a scholar, you should understand what I mean by this. "
"So, my suggestion is still the same. Since you are a school, then do what a school should do. Unless you tell me that you are his direct or collateral relatives … But that is obviously impossible. "
Facing the man in the holographic window, Qin Chuan was silent for a while. His tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
"Okay then.
"… If you insist."
The phone was hung up.
Qin Chuan, who stood up from the office chair, said angrily.
"These guys … actually said that it has nothing to do with us! I've never heard such a perfunctory answer! "
Dean Qin's assistant looked at the furious Dean Qin and didn't know what to say.
In fact, in his opinion, Dean Qin was indeed a little paranoid.
Even though Jin Ling University had retained Lu Zhou's professorship out of respect and remembrance, this retention was unilateral. It was impossible for the court to consider their opinions and make a choice that would affect the judgment.
At the very least, he believed in the judgment of the court and the household registration department.
But then again, even though Dean Qin was in the wrong, he could understand why the old man was so irrational.
After all, the ancestor's corpse had come back to life.
If he could still maintain his rationality, then he would find it strange.
"Little Yang."
The secretary standing next to him snapped back to reality and quickly responded.
"What is it?"
"I have a class later, so I'll leave the afternoon work meeting to you."
The secretary named Xiao Yang immediately nodded and said politely with a smile.
"Yes, Dean."
Qin Chuan operated the holographic panel to download the courseware. He left the office without saying a word and walked in the direction of the teaching building.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
In his opinion, that guy was purely trying to make things difficult. He was using the so-called official procedure to negatively treat the "resurrection of Academician Lu" matter.
When Qin Chuan arrived at the teaching building, just as he was about to head to the classroom, he suddenly saw two young students walking past him.
The two talked excitedly as they walked.
"F * ck me, did you hear? That paralyzed guy from the mathematics department was taught a lesson by a student who came out of nowhere! "
"There's no such person in class one, and there's no such person in class two. I don't know about the other classes, but they all said they don't know him!"
"Could it be a genius from the research institute?"
"No way, that face is at most twenty-five or twenty-six years old, how could someone so young get into the research institute!"
"I don't know, why don't we go and take a look?"
"What the hell, we're not going to class? Let's wait for the people from class two! "
Qin Chuan inadvertently heard the conversation between the two people, and his eyebrows raised subconsciously.
Are they talking about Professor Sun Jingwen?
Why do I feel like …
It seemed like something interesting had happened?
…
Inside the lecture hall.
It only took half an hour for the noisy crowd to go from being noisy to dead silence.
During this half an hour, the whiteboard on the right side of the podium that was constructed from holographic images had been filled with lines of densely packed calculations.
Professor Sun Jingwen stared at the whiteboard that was full of calculations. He had no expression on his face, and his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't say a word.
[L (π) = ldt/lnt + O (s ^ 1/2x + ε) …]
"… The evolved form of the Hadamard method!"
Yeah …
Why didn't I think of this?
"To sum up, there is an obvious problem with inference 4 in line 24."
Lu Zhou retracted his hand from the wall. He was still not used to using the holographic whiteboard. He gently shook his sore arm.
He then looked at Professor Sun Jingwen, who was standing next to the podium, smiled faintly, and continued to speak.
"If you are reading what I am writing, you should already understand what I want to express. There is no need to insist on introducing differential manifolds and forcing the unified theory of algebraic geometry, and there is no need to stick to the L Manifold.
"I … If I remember correctly, Academician Lu should have said at the St. Petersburg mathematician conference that the unified theory of algebraic geometry is not a perfect theory, it is just a starting point. It was born from the study of the Riemann zeta function, but it may not be as effective on the Dirichlet L function.
"If you can find a way to improve this tool, I think you should not be far from the final answer."
Did Academician Lu say that?
But this is not the point.
Professor Sun Jingwen's throat moved up and down. He felt like his worldview was being challenged, and he struggled to speak.
"But …"
Lu Zhou saw through the surging emotions behind the expressionless face. He thought for a while and spoke.
"I have read the history of mathematics, especially the part about modern times. If I remember correctly, there is such a sentence in there.
"Academician Lu has never worshiped authority in his life. He often teaches his students not to be too superstitious about themselves, so we should not worship him as an authority.
"I hope you are chasing the truth, not a voice from a hundred years ago. If he didn't do it perfectly, you don't have to defend him. Just erase that line and write the correct answer again. "
Those words were like a mallet striking a bell, slamming into Sun Jingwen's ears and hitting the wall in his heart.
"Academician Lu has never worshiped authority in his life, so we should not worship him as an authority …"
As if he had just woken up from a dream, he began to mumble these words to himself. His pupils, which were full of stubbornness, gradually began to be dyed with a different color.
Lu Zhou looked at Professor Sun, who seemed to have an epiphany, and nodded with satisfaction.
This kid is worth teaching …
Even though this kid is a bit stubborn, he has some talent. And the most commendable thing is that his stubbornness is not the kind of stubbornness that can't be pulled back.
At least the words that Lu Zhou said should be on Lu Zhou's mind.
Now that he had said what he needed to say, Lu Zhou estimated that it was time for him to leave.
As for whether or not Lu Zhou could understand something, it would depend on Lu Zhou's luck …
Perhaps it was because he had lived for a long time, and this was the university that he used to work at. Therefore, whether it was the students sitting here or the professors standing on the podium, Lu Zhou always felt like he was looking at his own children.
If he could help them, he still wanted to help them.
However, just when Lu Zhou was about to leave, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in his sight.
A pale golden key slowly emerged from the wall covered by holographic light and shadow without any warning.
The moment Lu Zhou saw this key, he subconsciously paused for a moment, then glanced at the students sitting in the front row.
Many people had surprise written on their faces.
However, the surprise was not directed at the key on the wall, but at the lines of calculations that even Professor Sun was speechless, as well as the person who wrote them down.
No one seemed to notice the key.
It was as if it didn't exist in this world. It only existed in the world that only he could see.
Lu Zhou raised his right hand and touched the key. The moment his index finger touched the key, the key instantly turned into a group of light golden light particles that looked like fireflies. The light particles seemed to have found some kind of outlet, and they frantically flowed into his body through his fingertips.
He didn't feel anything special.
However, when Lu Zhou saw all of this happen, he unexpectedly felt a sense of spiritual fulfillment in his heart.
"I see."
Using a voice that only he could hear, Lu Zhou looked at his right hand and whispered.
"In a sense, it's synchronized with the scene in my memory …
"Is this the trick to finding the key?"
So this is what the so-called "Holy Land Tour" means.
As a professor, he had once imparted knowledge and answered questions to his students here. Now that he had returned to this place, he had once again accomplished this feat. So on the surface, he was looking for the key, but he was actually finding himself?
Thinking of this, Lu Zhou couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that 100 years after he woke up, the system would give him such a philosophical mission.
But where will the next key be?
Lu Zhou glanced at Professor Sun Jingwen, who was standing next to the podium. He hesitated for a while and wondered if he should say hello before leaving.
However, looking at Sun Jingwen's thoughtful expression, Lu Zhou felt that it was better not to interrupt him at this critical moment.
Therefore, he didn't say anything, only leaving behind a tall and stalwart silhouette for the crowd. Then, under the astonished, admiring, and dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, he left without saying a word …
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