While the outside world was talking about this, Lu Zhou, who was on a retreat, turned a deaf ear to the discussions.
His research wasn't as smooth as he had expected, but he was still confident in the final result.
If the Navier – Stokes equation was a maze, then he was only one wall away from the end. It was only a matter of time before he went around it.
There were only seven days left until the end of the month.
His research had entered the most critical stage.
Whether or not it would work depended on a very subtle range.
At this point, there was no need to wait any longer.
Lu Zhou took a deep breath and placed his phone on the table. He turned on the timer and set a 168-hour countdown.
As he pressed the confirm button, he closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the color of sensibility had faded from his pitch-black pupils, leaving behind only pure and cold rationality.
This kind of sensory enhancement didn't come from the strengthening of his computing ability or the consolidation of his logical thinking. Instead, it was the most direct amplification of his numerical intuition.
At this moment, it was as if all of the numbers were his partners, and all of the images were abstracted into geometric figures …
Lu Zhou was too familiar with this feeling.
If mathematics was the language of God …
Then at this moment, in this ten-square-meter domain, he was an omnipotent god!
…
It was the last day of the ICM conference thesis submission deadline. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it began to pour before the sun even rose.
The rain didn't stop until the morning.
Vera held an umbrella and went to Princeton University's classroom as usual. She performed her duties as a teaching assistant and helped Lu Zhou with his class.
Although it was a pity that they didn't get to see Professor Lu a few times this semester, the students still had a good impression of this beautiful and knowledgeable teaching assistant.
Especially after the Collatz conjecture was proven, Vera's popularity skyrocketed among the undergraduate students. Many students who didn't take any number theory classes came to Vera's class.
At the end of the class, as usual, Vera gave the students time to ask questions.
At this time, an Asian girl with long black hair raised her hand and asked.
"Miss Pulyuy, may I ask if there are any results from Professor Lu Zhou's research?"
Normal university students wouldn't pay attention to the ICM, but Princeton wasn't a normal university.
Especially for those students who took the hellish course of number theory, they usually expected to enter the Institute for Advanced Study to study pure mathematics. It was normal for them to pay attention to the ICM conference.
Because of this, this girl's question resonated with everyone in the classroom.
Everyone was curious about what stage Professor Lu's research on the Navier – Stokes equation was at.
Facing the curious gazes, Vera hesitated for two seconds and finally shook her head.
"I don't know. I'm afraid only your Professor Lu can answer this question."
Another tall boy with curly hair raised his hand and asked.
"Miss Pulyuy, do you think he can successfully answer the existence of a solution to the Navier – Stokes equation?"
Upon hearing this question, Vera answered without hesitation. "Of course he can."
The Asian girl who asked the question asked curiously, "Why?"
Facing the curious gaze, Vera gently smiled and gently stacked the lesson plan in her hand on the multimedia desk.
Then, she continued to speak in a confident tone.
"Because I believe he can."
This wasn't because of mathematical logic; it was purely because she believed in Lu Zhou.
Of course, this kind of belief wasn't unreasonable.
Whether it was the Berkeley report, the proof of the Collatz conjecture, or the upcoming 45-minute report at the International Congress of Mathematicians …
Everything she had now, everything she could do, was unimaginable to her past self, who could only look up at the world on the stage with longing eyes, and who could only use her spare time to study those interesting problems.
All of this was like a miracle.
She believed that he, who could bring this miracle and power to her, was omnipotent.
Suddenly, the rain outside the window stopped.
The sun shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, forming a colorful trail in the sky.
Lu Zhou, who lived under the same sky as Princeton, also saw the rainbow.
Lu Zhou put down the pen in his hand and quietly looked out the window. He was staring at the rainbow that suddenly appeared in front of him.
In the silence after the rain, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up into a smile. His pupils, which were originally filled with pure rationality, gradually returned to their original sensibility.
The phone screen on the corner of the desk lit up again. It was the sound of the timer going to zero.
Lu Zhou turned off the alarm and picked up his phone. He unlocked the screen and saw dozens of missed calls.
Some of these calls were made a week ago, while some were made recently.
Now, he had enough time to deal with these calls …
Lu Zhou selected the number with the most missed calls and called back.
As soon as the call connected, an anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Oh my god, if you didn't answer the phone, I might have driven to your house. Do you know what day it is today?"
Professor Fefferman had always been easygoing. This was the first time Lu Zhou had seen Professor Fefferman act like this.
Lu Zhou moved his phone half an inch away and thought for a bit. He then said in an uncertain tone, "Wal-Mart fruit promotion?"
Fefferman: "…"
The moment he heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
Fefferman took a deep breath, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and spoke into the phone with a roar.
"Deadline day! The conference submission deadline! According to the requirements of the IMU conference, the invited presenter must disclose the report content two months in advance and upload the thesis within a month … Seriously, did you forget about this? "
"How could I forget about this?" Lu Zhou laughed and said, "But I remember that I can delay the upload of the thesis, right?"
Professor Fefferman went silent for a while and sighed. "… Change the content of the report, there's still a chance."
Even though he could delay the upload of the thesis, he didn't think there was any point in doing so.
Instead of waiting until the last second to admit his failure, it was better to start correcting his mistakes now.
Anyway, other than the Navier – Stokes equation, he had many other results to report.
However, Lu Zhou obviously didn't appreciate it.
"Why do you want to change it?"
The other end of the phone went silent for a minute.
Professor Fefferman's voice trembled as he spoke in disbelief.
"… You solved it?"
"The Navier – Stokes equation can't be solved, at least for now." Lu Zhou smiled and said to Professor Fefferman, "But I can tell you that the solution exists, and it's smooth!"
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