When Lu Zhou first came back, he thought that since he was back in his hometown, he would probably be able to have some peace and quiet for a while. He didn't expect that he was too naive.
The ancient city of Jiangling was like a quiet town, and it had been many years since any big shots visited.
Now that he was back in his hometown, he was like a god passing by a small temple. Even if he only stopped in front of this incense hall for a moment, it was enough to make the entire temple lively.
Needless to say, the city government had been eyeing him ever since he got off the highway. Following closely behind was Jianghe University, which was the only reputable university in Jiangling.
After some polite greetings, Principal Feng brought the dean of the mathematics department and the secretary of the school to visit Lu Zhou. Principal Feng eagerly asked Lu Zhou if he could change the name of the mathematics department building to the Lu Zhou Building to borrow Lu Zhou's talent.
This request was actually not too much.
Many rich people who had too much money to spare would even donate tens of millions or even hundreds of millions just to be able to hang their name on the school building of a high school. They were just using their stinky money to exchange for a good name.
Lu Zhou didn't need to pay; he just needed to nod his head.
However, after Principal Feng said this, Lu Zhou was stunned.
"Principal Feng … This isn't appropriate." Lu Zhou looked at the enthusiastic old man and said, "Even though I was born in Jiangling, I haven't been to Jianghe University … I've never been to Jianghe University. I really don't deserve this. "
"What's not appropriate?" Seeing that Lu Zhou wasn't interested, Principal Feng couldn't help but be anxious. He immediately said, "You are the most outstanding scholar in Jiangling and the role model of thousands of students at Jianghe University. Although you are not from the same school, you are still considered to be of the same origin. What's not appropriate?"
When Lu Zhou heard this, he didn't know what to say.
Is this how you use the word 'same origin'?
Seeing that Lu Zhou was still hesitant, the dean of the mathematics department next to Principal Feng wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, Secretary Li, who was sitting next to Principal Feng, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose and slowly made a suggestion.
"This matter is actually easy to handle."
Secretary Li smiled confidently when he saw a few people looking at him.
"Professor Lu attended Jiangling Sixth High School, right?"
Lu Zhou was puzzled. "Yes … Why?"
"Didn't a few high schools in Jiangling look for us? Secretary Li looked at Principal Feng and said in a low voice, "We discussed with Jiangling Sixth High School and gave them the name of an affiliated high school. This way, Professor Lu can be considered our alumni."
Principal Feng was overjoyed and replied in a low voice, "Wonderful! Let's do it that way. "
Lu Zhou: "…?"
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…
In the end, Lu Zhou agreed to Headmaster Feng's request.
It wasn't because they were from the same hometown.
But because they were willing to help his alma mater, Lu Zhou couldn't refuse.
After all, it wasn't like he had to pay for it.
However, the Jiangling University incident was only the beginning.
Later on, the principal of Lu Zhou's high school brought a few of his former teachers to visit. The municipal government also came to visit. Even the steel factory where Old Lu worked, the factory leader and the secretary of the factory came to visit Lu Bangguo's house. They "conveniently" visited him.
Just like this, it wasn't until the day before Chinese New Year's Eve, when Xiao Tong returned home that Lu Zhou finally stopped for a while. However, it was only for a short while.
Lu Zhou looked at the draft paper that he used for three days and only used less than ten pages. He suddenly felt a touch of melancholy.
Looks like it's not just the Jin Ling University campus …
Even his former residence couldn't contain a quiet desk …
The night of Chinese New Year's Eve.
Xiao Tong was still playing Honor of Kings on the sofa. Lu Zhou was sitting next to his parents, watching the New Year's Gala. He scrolled through his contact list and sent New Year's greetings to his friends.
Even if he didn't call them, they would call him anyway, so he might as well take the initiative.
"… Being able to stay quiet in the middle of a busy city is also a skill. No one can be your teacher in terms of academics, but you still need to polish your temperament. Just treat it as a kind of training."
After listening to Lu Zhou's experience, Old Tang smiled and comforted him.
Lu Zhou sighed and said, "Maybe, but I'd rather be busy. Busy with meaningful things makes me feel like I didn't waste my time."
Tang Zhiwei: "Don't sigh! If you sigh on Chinese New Year's Eve, your good luck will be gone. "
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Teacher is right … Speaking of which, how have you been since your retirement?"
"I've been great." Old Tang took a sip of hot tea and said, "What about you, have you made any progress on the Riemann conjecture?"
Lu Zhou: "A little bit, but I don't know about the rest."
After hearing this, Old Tang nodded and said with emotion.
"After all, it's the crown of mathematics, so it's not easy to solve … But I heard Old Qin say that you plan on solving this problem in three years?"
Lu Zhou did talk to Dean Qin about this, but he didn't expect Dean Qin to go around talking about it.
Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head. He said, "I do plan on doing that, but it seems like I can't solve it in three years."
In the past, Lu Zhou was very optimistic, especially after he created the hyperelliptic curve analysis method. He thought that he could solve this problem in one year.
However, the more he went into the heart of this maze, the more he realized that things weren't as simple as he thought.
Thanks to the mathematical tool he released at the report, the mathematics community's research on the value of epsilon had reached the number 1/127. Basically, it was stuck there.
It seemed like no matter how he used the curve on the complex plane, there was no way to push the number 1/2.
After talking to Old Tang about the academic community and fishing techniques, Lu Zhou hung up the phone and greeted Professor Lu, Chen Yushan, and Luo Wenxuan.
Xiao Tong, who was playing Bug Killer, suddenly yawned and said.
"Bro, you have a lot of friends."
Lu Zhou smiled and said, "It's okay."
Xiaotong hummed an unknown tune and said, "But why don't you have a girlfriend?"
Lu Zhou: "…"
How the f * ck are you talking about me?
I don't have a boyfriend either, right?
Xiao Tong saw that Lu Zhou didn't want to talk to her, so she smiled and spoke.
"Bro, play Pesticide with me, there are a lot of beautiful girls in there."
"Go away, I'm not interested in mobile games."
Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that there was an unread email in his mailbox.
"… How could I forget about this?"
Lu Zhou stood up from the sofa and walked back to his room.
He sat down at his desk and turned on his computer.
An unread email was lying quietly in his mailbox. He didn't know how many days it had been there.
Although Vera's beautiful and smooth handwriting could not be seen in the printed English, the familiar grammar still blew gently like a spring breeze.
After reading the first half of the email, Lu Zhou looked at the last line of the email.
It was the most important part of the email.
[Research on the Riemann conjecture.]
[I think I have an idea.]
[I think I have an idea.]
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