"… Hyperelliptic curve analysis method?"
What does he mean by starting from the basics?
Is he going to give all these big names a mathematics lesson?
Molina had a strange expression on her face. She looked at Lu Zhou like he was crazy.
This isn't a Princeton number theory class!
There are at least 20 Fields Prize winners sitting here! Not to mention lifetime achievement winners like Abel …
This guy is crazy!
Tao Zhexuan, who was sitting not far away from her, had a completely different expression on his face. His fanaticism had turned into excitement, and he began to whisper.
"This is it! I see, I see … "
Molina heard Tao Zhexuan talking to himself, and she couldn't help but ask.
"I see what?"
"He's right!"
Tao Zhexuan, who had completely figured it out, relaxed his shoulders and leaned back in his chair with a smile. As for that confident smile, it was as if he was born with his high IQ of 230 …
"If you're curious, you can continue reading."
She didn't even need his reminder.
In fact, Molina was already doing this.
It wasn't just Molina, Schulz, who was sitting on the other side of the lecture hall, was doing the same.
When Lu Zhou wiped off the whiteboard and wrote down the first line of calculations, his attention was completely captured by the lines of calculations on the whiteboard.
"Hyperelliptic curve analysis method?"
Akshay, who was sitting next to him, frowned. At this moment, he, who was also a genius player, had a hint of seriousness in his eyes.
"What does he want to do?"
"Sell his weapons to us," Schulz said as he stared at the whiteboard. He smirked and said, "Like an arms dealer."
"I know, what I want to ask is …"
Halfway through his sentence, the remaining few words were stuck in Akshay's throat as if they were stuffed with cotton. His pupils gradually dilated, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.
Schultz glanced at his friend and smiled. As if he was talking to himself, he spoke his mind at this moment.
"A tool for classifying topological spaces is related to the number of algebraic clusters on a finite field … Algebraic geometry is incredible. What do you think? My friend. "
After a long time, Akshay nodded.
"Yeah …"
Perhaps he had seen wrongly.
This isn't Leipzig, this isn't Waterloo …
The black pen on the whiteboard was like a rising torch, illuminating a door that hadn't been opened for more than 20 centuries!
Outside the auditorium, dark clouds gathered in the sky. Although it was still early in the morning, the sky was still clear.
Inside the auditorium, it was completely silent. Apart from the brushing strokes of the pen and the steady explanation, there was not the slightest sound to be heard.
In the end, even the voice of the speaker disappeared. Everyone stared intently at the person on stage as he continued to write.
Lu Zhou was fully focused on writing on the whiteboard. At that moment, he was completely immersed in the world of numbers and runes. He had completely forgotten about the outside world and himself.
Lines of calculations were like sonorous and powerful notes, flowing out from the sharp strokes of the pen. It was like thousands of streams converging to form a river, playing a silent yet moving symphony, pouring into the hearts of every audience member …
Outside of the auditorium.
He felt a slight chill on the tip of his nose.
Wang Peng raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky.
"It's raining."
"Yeah." Yang Guangbiao was standing on the wall with his right hand in his pocket. He nodded and said, "I saw the weather forecast yesterday, it's probably going to be a rainstorm."
Wang Peng: "Did the General Staff Department find anything?"
Yang Guangbiao: "No, what about you guys?"
Wang Peng: "Everything is normal."
Yang Guangbiao: "… That's good."
"Yeah," Wang Peng said as he took out a cigarette from his bag. He blew out a smoke ring and said, "I'm relieved that everything is fine."
It would naturally be best if everything was safe and sound.
Even though he didn't have a good understanding of the scientific field …
He could tell that this report was important to China's academic community.
It was also important to him …
A few minutes later, it began to rain heavily.
Strings of raindrops were like soybeans falling into a pot, knocking against the bluestone bricks in front of the door and making a pitter-patter of water.
The sound of an ancient bell rang through the mahogany door and drifted into the silent auditorium. It also drifted into Lu Zhou's ears.
The one-inch sharpness paused on the whiteboard.
The people in the audience held their breaths as they quietly waited for him to continue.
Gradually, a smile appeared on Lu Zhou's face.
"It's time to wrap things up."
As if he was talking to himself, Lu Zhou whispered in a voice that only he could hear. Then, the pen that he held in his right hand moved like the thunder that pierced through the dark clouds. It drew a smooth trajectory to the right.
Professor Faltings, who was standing in the audience, was completely attracted by the calculations on the whiteboard. His pupils suddenly contracted.
"… Introducing the Plancherel formula to the Heisenberg group.
"And …?? Tale cohomology!
"… No, it's not the same … Is it called hyperelliptic curve analysis? I see … "
All of a sudden, an illusion appeared in his eyes.
For a split second, the silhouette on the stage overlapped with the stalwart silhouette in his memory …
"No wonder …"
The old man who was standing below the stage lowered his eyebrows slightly and muttered as if he was talking to himself.
"… No wonder that person chose him to inherit the inheritance."
Everything was over.
Lu Zhou wrote down the last character.
When the last stroke was drawn, time and space seemed to be frozen, and everything in the auditorium seemed to be fixed in a brightly colored oil painting.
Only the second hand on the wall clock was left, quietly ticking away …
Lu Zhou stopped and looked at his work. He coughed and broke the silence.
"Hyperelliptic curve analysis … That's what I call this theory."
Lu Zhou turned around and looked at the silent lobby. He looked at the pairs of shocked and surprised faces. He paused for a moment and continued.
"Of course, this is a name I came up with. If I think there's a better name for it, I might rename it."
After that, he gently placed the marker in his hand next to the whiteboard, walked steadily back to the podium, and gently placed his hands on the podium.
"I believe that since I've put it so bluntly, it shouldn't be difficult for all of you to understand my theory. If you can understand this theory, I believe that Professor Faltings will take back his previous question. "
Lu Zhou looked at Professor Faltings.
Lu Zhou waited for a few seconds. Seeing that the old man didn't refute, Lu Zhou turned his attention back to the audience in the auditorium.
"The critical zone method is an interesting proof idea, and the hyperelliptic curve analysis is a tool to solve the problem. Just like the dichotomy that we middle school students know, we can reduce the value of epsilon and gradually approach our ultimate goal … Finally, let Re (s) = 1-epsilon = 1/2.
"Here, I've proven the existence of epsilon. I hope it can serve as a starting point."
"That's my entire proof process."
After saying this, Lu Zhou stopped talking and no longer said anything.
The auditorium was dead silent.
No one moved, and no one spoke.
Everyone was waiting for Lu Zhou to give a clear answer.
No one understood the Riemann's conjecture better than Lu Zhou, and no one was more suitable than Lu Zhou to give a conclusion to this report.
Lu Zhou's tense shoulders slowly relaxed and tightened.
Professor Faltings turned his back on everyone in the auditorium and went silent for a long time.
After a long time, he raised his right hand and gently put the black round hat back on his head.
"You're right."
The affirmation, with a tinge of honesty and relief, floated out from under the brim of the hat.
Although it was hard to detect, it had indeed drifted into everyone's ears.
Lu Zhou nodded at the old man and spoke sincerely with a smile on his face.
"Thank you."
After that, he bowed to the auditorium and announced the end of the report.
The second he turned around and walked off the podium!
The deafening applause was like the torrential rain outside the auditorium, filling up the entire auditorium in an instant!
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