When Ji Mo returned to the International Mathematics Center at Yan University, the sun was setting, and it looked like it was going to get dark.
He was about to pack his things and go back to his dorm when his buddy, Meng Fei, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"Brother Ji, where did you go? I've been looking for you for a while, we've already finished dinner. "
Ji Mo shook his head.
"It's okay, I'll go out and eat something. I saw a lot of food on the way back."
As he spoke, he grabbed his backpack and was about to leave, but he was pulled back by the little fatty behind him.
"Wait a second, you haven't told me what you're doing."
Ji Mo paused for a second and spoke.
"Oh, I'm going after Academician Lu."
"Going after Academician Lu? What happened after we caught up? "
"Then I want to be his student! I want to study mathematics with him! "
Meng Fei couldn't help but facepalm at his brother's personality of doing whatever he wanted to do.
"… And he agreed?"
Ji Mo shook his head.
"No."
"I told you." Meng Fei shook his head and said, "He's an academician, he builds airplanes and rockets, he attends all the top conferences, he doesn't have time to teach a high school kid like you."
Ji Mo nodded and said, "But …"
Meng Fei paused for a second and asked, "But what?"
"But what?"
The boy in the cap clenched his fists and said, "But he promised me that if I can win an IMO gold medal, he'll accept me as his apprentice."
IMO gold medal.
It sounded like a challenge.
However, it wasn't impossible for him!
After all, he was the only person to solve the last big question of the IMO national examination!
Meng Fei wasn't as excited as him. Instead, he looked at him like he was an idiot.
Ji Mo looked at him with dissatisfaction and spoke.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Are you doubting my abilities? "
"No," Meng Fei said as he shook his head. He coughed and said, "Brother Ji, if you get the gold medal and don't go to Yan Da Shuimu, you go to Jin Ling University … Wouldn't your dad kill you?"
Regardless of how nutty Academician Lu was, Jin Ling University was still weaker than Shuimu Yan University. Even though the chubby guy knew that with the establishment of the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study, Jin Ling University's scientific research results were not inferior to Shuimu University and Yan University, the recognition of academia and social recognition were two completely different things.
If Lu Zhou went to Shuimu Yan University, his neighbors would think he was a genius. Even though Lu Zhou went to Jin Ling University, it was only a double-tier university …
However, after hearing the chubby guy's words, Ji Mo didn't hesitate at all. He shook his head and spoke.
"I'm not afraid, what's there to be afraid of? I've already made up my mind! Academician Lu won't lie to me. When I get the gold medal, I'll convince my dad! If he doesn't agree, I'll act first and tell him later. "
"Then you're going to piss your dad off! Okay then, I won't try to convince you … "Meng Fei shook his head and patted his buddy's shoulder." I'm going with you, I'll go wherever you go. "
Ji Mo looked at the chubby guy and spoke.
"Good brother!"
"Ahem, but let me say this first, if I get the gold medal … Forget about it. You might not be afraid of your dad, but I'm quite scared of him."
Ji Mo looked at the embarrassed chubby guy and sighed.
"Don't worry brother, this is the only thing I'm worried about."
Meng Fei: "… I feel like you're slandering me, but I don't have any evidence."
Ji Mo smiled and patted his buddy's shoulder.
"It's just an illusion, an illusion. Let's go eat at the cafeteria."
"I've just eaten … Forget it, I'll go with you."
…
At this moment, Lu Zhou didn't know what kind of seed he had planted in the young man's heart.
After leaving the Yan University campus, Lu Zhou called his office assistant before he got in his car. He asked Zhao Huan to help him buy a ticket to Jin Ling for the "talent" he just poached.
Being able to poach such a talent from Yan University was a pleasant surprise. However, he didn't come to Beijing just to poach a talent from the Yan University International Mathematics Center. He had more important things to do.
While sitting in the car, Lu Zhou called the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study and asked the human resources department to arrange for Chen Yang's recruitment. After that, he put this matter aside for the time being.
After returning to the hotel, Lu Zhou received the conference outline from the Lunar Orbit Committee and briefly looked at the events that he had to attend.
As a chief designer, there weren't many events that he had to attend. Other than giving a speech at the opening ceremony, he had to act as a mascot at the banquet.
As for other troublesome matters, such as negotiations with diplomats from other countries, China's Ministry of Foreign Affairs would send people to handle them. These were all carefully prepared over the past two months.
It could be said that while Lu Zhou was on vacation, a group of people didn't even have a day off.
Lu Zhou glanced at the meeting and threw it aside. He then took out his notebook and began to organize the things that he wrote on the blackboard this afternoon.
Even though the Hodge's conjecture wasn't his field of research, Lu Zhou saw a lot of things that were worth learning from Chen Yang's verification steps.
For example, the method that Chen Yang used to define topological invariants for cohomology classes that could describe the basic characteristics of complex manifolds gave Lu Zhou a new idea for the use of étale cohomology methods.
This new idea wasn't very clever, but it was novel enough that Lu Zhou was surprised. This was something that he came up with while working behind closed doors.
Maybe it was because he had been studying for five years that he had such a deep understanding of algebraic geometry.
Thinking about it this way, Lu Zhou only lacked some mathematical tools, experience, and skills.
And this was the real reason why Lu Zhou wanted to poach Chen Yushan.
Lu Zhou twirled the pen in his hand as he stared at the lines of calculations on the notebook. He thought for a while and spoke softly.
"… Building a bridge between the Riemann surface and topology. It's easier to find answers in higher dimensions than in lower dimensions … This guy is a genius."
The problem in a high-dimensional situation was actually easier than in a low-dimensional situation. This sounded a little ridiculous, but it was not unprecedented. The most famous example was Professor Smale in the 1960s, who came up with the genius idea that the Poincaré conjecture in higher dimensions was easier than in three dimensions.
Lu Zhou followed this genius train of thought and finally completed the proof of the Poincaré conjecture for five-dimensional space and above. He won the Fields Medal this year.
"… I didn't know that the hyperelliptic curve analysis method could be used like this. Why didn't I realize my research results were this nutty?
"Looks like I found a treasure."
The more he thought about these calculations, the more Lu Zhou's eyes lit up.
Even though there was no reason for this feeling, he felt like he was one step closer to the end of the Riemann conjecture maze.
And it was the kind that could be seen clearly.
"I wonder if Vera's thesis is out yet."
Lu Zhou couldn't help but want to publish a thesis. He turned on his computer and searched the literature database to see if his students had published any recent theses.
After all, the things that Vera had sent him were unpublished results in the email. It wasn't good for him to use them directly, and there was no way to mark them.
Scholars with a conscience would wait until the other party's thesis was published before they published their own.
Of course, there weren't many scholars as principled as Lu Zhou.
However, unfortunately for Lu Zhou, he didn't find Vera's thesis.
Either it wasn't ready, or it was still in the peer review process.
"It hasn't been published yet?"
Lu Zhou closed the literature database and opened the thesis editing software that Xiao Ai customized for him.
He still had to publish the thesis, but it was a shame that it couldn't be published in a journal.
"Then … I'll just put up a preprint."
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