The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
However, the atmosphere was still quiet for a few seconds.
With an awkward expression, Old Qiu laughed out loud and forcefully broke the awkward atmosphere. He rubbed his nose with his right hand and pretended to be confused.
"I almost forgot about that … You're no longer that inexperienced young man from back then."
Lu Zhou smiled and said politely, "It's my honor to be able to tell you that I've grown. This means that I haven't wasted the past five or six years."
"It's not just growing, my brain can't keep up with the pace of your growth." Old Qiu sighed. He seemed to be reminiscing about the past and his expression was slightly emotional.
After a few seconds, he changed the topic and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, why did you come to Shuimu University?"
"You might not believe me, but I really just happened to be passing by."
Lu Zhou told Old Qiu about Academician Wang Shicheng's invitation. After listening to his narration, the old man pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, frowned, and spoke with an unhappy expression.
"That old bastard Wang Shicheng … Don't be fooled by his kind face, I don't know what he's up to. Don't believe a word he says, that old man is very evil, I suggest you be careful! "
Lu Zhou looked at Old Qiu's angry face and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"I'm just going to Yan University, what can he do to me …"
Qiu Chengtong said, "That old bastard is up to no good! It's fine if you go to Yan University, just be careful, don't get tricked by that old bastard. "
"… Yes, yes, yes."
After all, Academician Wang Shicheng didn't have any grudges against him, and Lu Zhou didn't really want to get involved in the grudges between the older generation of scholars. Therefore, he could only say a few perfunctory words and change the topic.
After chatting for a bit, he said goodbye to Old Qiu and walked toward the west gate of Shuimu University. He walked toward the east gate of Yan University.
…
East Gate of Yan University.
A young teacher in a well-ironed suit was standing there, looking around.
When the young teacher saw Lu Zhou, he recognized him from the crowd at a glance. He quickly walked over with a smile on his face.
"You must be Academician Lu. Nice to meet you! I heard from Academician Wang that you were coming, so I waited here. "
Looking at this enthusiastic young teacher, Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.
"I stopped by Shuimu University on the way. Sorry to keep you waiting."
"Not at all. You are a world-renowned scholar. It doesn't matter if you want me to wait here until tomorrow." The young professor smiled heartily and extended his right hand. "Yang Yongan, a professor of mathematics. I'm in my early thirties. I might be a little older than you. I'm ashamed that I'm still unknown despite being in my thirties."
"Professor Yang, you're too humble. You're a professor at Yan University in your thirties, so you're not a nobody," Lu Zhou said as he let go of Professor Yang's hand. He then asked, "Where is Academician Wang?"
"Academician Wang is at the Yan University mathematics center. Because of the IMO national training team, I hope Academician Lu can understand."
IMO competition?
Speaking of which, it's about time.
"It's fine, I understand." Lu Zhou smiled and nodded. He then said, "I'm going to the mathematics center as well, take me there."
Yang Yongan made an inviting gesture.
"This way, please."
Beijing had changed a lot over the years. There were more and more electric cars on the road, and the buildings on both sides of the road were getting taller and taller. There were also more and more foreigners speaking different languages. However, there were two places that had not changed at all. They still retained their original style.
One was the historical buildings in Beijing, and the other was the top universities in Beijing.
No wonder this was one of the top universities in the world. As soon as Lu Zhou stepped onto the tree-lined path near the teaching building, he could feel the strong academic atmosphere. Every brick and tile under his feet contained the heritage of history and culture. No wonder it was one of the most suitable places for academic research in China.
Actually, for Lu Zhou, whether it was Yan University or Shuimu, they were both familiar places.
When he lived in the sanatorium next to the Old Summer Palace, he often came here for a walk. However, because of various inconveniences, he never went to the International Mathematics Research Center of Yan University.
Apparently, it was a mathematics center located in a quadrangle. The tallest building was only three floors, and the most common building was a square blackboard.
Even though the facilities looked a bit old, they were said to be intentional. Only in the purest environment could one engage in the most primitive human brain work and scientific research that was closest to the essence of the universe. This was the original idea of the founder of this mathematics research center.
Of course, being able to live in such a spacious courtyard house in Beijing, an international metropolis where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, was something that most mathematicians would envy.
When Lu Zhou walked into the courtyard, he saw a young man with glasses on the bridge of his nose moving a small stool and sitting in front of a blackboard next to a big banyan tree. He held half of a piece of chalk in his hand as he looked at the blackboard and thought hard.
His grey coat had been washed a little, and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a long time. It was simply combed into a three-seventy style, and his overly long bangs drooped listlessly on the frame of his spectacles.
Lu Zhou looked at the young man who looked like a performance artist and asked curiously.
"Who is that?"
For some reason, when Lu Zhou looked at this strange man, Yang Yongan's expression was a bit awkward.
It was like Lu Zhou had seen something embarrassing.
"Don't mind him, this guy … is a bit mentally abnormal."
Mentally abnormal?
Lu Zhou was even more curious.
Based on his experience in Princeton, many people who were good at mathematics were somewhat maverick in certain fields, so there were always all kinds of strange people. For example, a former editor-in-chief of the Annual Mathematics Journal never allowed others to sit in his office while he was talking to them, or one of his students liked mint-flavored coffee, or the old man in the Firestone Library who was always sleepy …
Scholars like Lu Zhou, who were impeccable in mathematics and behaved like ordinary people, were in the minority.
"Why do you say that?"
"You know, places like this usually have some assessment indicators. For example, how many District 1 and District 2 articles you publish in a year, or how many top conferences you submit to … But some people always like to be independent, and when others kindly remind him that he might fail the assessment and be asked to leave, he still looks at him like he's an idiot. "Yang Yongan shrugged." I don't think anyone would have a good impression of him. "
Lu Zhou asked, "Then what did he research?"
Yang Yongan looked in the direction of the man and said sarcastically, "If he did, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state."
Out of curiosity, Lu Zhou ignored Professor Yang's advice and walked up to take a look.
But when he looked, his eyebrows suddenly raised.
"… Hyperelliptic curve analysis?"
Upon hearing this, the young man, who looked like a performance artist, finally showed some reaction.
He turned his head and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He spoke in a somewhat dull voice.
"You can understand it?"
Before Lu Zhou could say anything, Yang Yongan, who was standing next to him, almost laughed out loud.
"Brother, you've become stupid. Take a closer look at who this is."
The young man stared at Lu Zhou for a while, and he still had a blank expression on his face.
"Who is it?"
Professor Yang raised his eyebrows and was about to scold him, but he was stopped by Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou didn't really care that he wasn't recognized. He stared at the blackboard and spoke with interest.
"Your use of the hyperelliptic curve analysis is very interesting. Normally, people don't use it like this."
The young man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and continued to look at the blackboard.
"After all, I'm not researching the Riemann conjecture … This method was originally designed for the Riemann conjecture."
"I think so too." Lu Zhou nodded and thought for a second. He then said, "According to your definition of a non-singular projective complex algebraic variety … If I'm not wrong, you're probably researching the Hodge conjecture?"
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