The fingers were long and slender, and the fingertips were white.
It was like a layer of transparent congealed fat.
However, what caught He Xun's attention was not the hand, but the problem on the piece of paper.
One of the top seven mathematics problems in the world.
Riemann's hypothesis.
It was proposed in 1859 and was only proven by a mathematician in 2016.
This kind of top level problem was a compulsory course at Norton University.
However, He Xun noticed that the method used to prove Riemann's hypothesis was different from the method used by the mathematician in 2016.
His expression changed, and he finally became serious.
He Xun did not turn off the bullet screen because it was his first time doing a live stream.
Words of various colors floated around.
[God, can you talk about physics today?]
[I'm begging the guru to talk about the principles of electromagnetic fields. Engineering students are going to fail. Sigh, sisters, girls should be careful in choosing electronics.]
[I'm uneducated. What else can I do other than deduct 6 points from the god?]
He Xun stared at the piece of paper and quickly registered an account. He then began to type.
[Can you prove the Navel – Stoker equation?]
The Navel – Stoker equation was one of the top seven mathematics problems in the world.
When this comment came out, the other users watching the live stream were not happy.
[The person in front, are you new here? The content of the live stream was set the day before. Don't you know that you have to be rewarded if you ask the god to talk about other things? Why do you have so many demands? Why don't you go to heaven?]
[You're so rude. The god won't talk to you.]
He Xun frowned.
He paused the live stream and opened his account. He then charged 100,000 yuan.
He Xun came to Qing Zhi to be a teacher not because he was short of money, but because he came from a wealthy family.
Compared to knowledge, money was far less important than the latter.
He Xun directly threw down a hundred rockets, once again triggering a meteor on the screen. The number of people in the live broadcast room increased again.
After the 100,000 yuan, there was a voice in the live stream.
"Yes."
It was a very distant word.
The voice was also very clear. It was hard to tell if the person was male or female.
However, it was very nice.
He Xun saw the hand holding another piece of paper and unhurriedly solving the Navel-Stoker equation.
His expression turned from serious to shocked.
An online streamer could actually prove it?
Neither he nor some of his university classmates could do it.
[Although I don't understand these difficult questions, I'm really curious about which academic big shot this guru is.]
He Xun was also curious.
Before he could send a bullet screen to ask, his phone rang.
The caller ID was not displayed.
It was hidden.
He Xun's expression changed. He walked out of the office and picked up the call. "Professor."
The person on the other end of the phone was a foreign old man. His Chinese was surprisingly good, but it was mixed with a strong Continent O accent.
"He, how are you doing in Hua?"
"Everything is fine. Please take care of yourself."
"He, I have to remind you again. There are still three months before your assessment. If you don't pass this time, there's nothing I can do."
The old man sounded regretful.
He Xun pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
Outsiders didn't know that entering Norton University didn't mean that one could successfully obtain a degree from Norton University.
Moreover, unlike other universities, Norton University's schools were divided into grades.
SSS was the highest and D was the lowest.
He was in the school and was rated D.
As for those below the A-ranked academies, including the students of the A-ranked academies, they had to participate in the assessment three times in total.
If he couldn't pass this time, his degree would be revoked.
He Xun sat back in his seat and watched the live broadcast in a daze.
He thought for a long time and sent a private message to the streamer.
[Excuse me, streamer, can you do me a favor?]
However, there was no response to this private message until it went offline.
He Xun frowned and ignored the discomfort in his heart. He took out his textbook and started to prepare for class.
**
After school, Ying Zijin received a call from Old Mr. Zhong.
He said that he wanted her to go to the Zhong family and sent a chauffeur to pick her up.
After Ying Zijin got into the car, she opened the Shark Live app to check her income for the day.
After splitting it 50-50 with the live broadcast platform, she received 70,000 yuan.
50,000 yuan of it came from a new user.
This user even sent her a private message.
But she didn't respond.
The user rewarded her for talking about the Navel-Stoke equation, which didn't include other services.
Ying Zijin yawned and leaned against the car window to take a nap.
Twenty minutes later, the chauffeur stopped the car in front of the Zhong family's old house.
It was meal time, and the servants were busy in the kitchen.
In the living room.
Other than Old Mr. Zhong, Zhong Manhua, Mrs. Zhong, and Zhong Zhiwan were all there.
Zhong Manhua's expression changed when she saw the girl come in.
But because of Old Mr. Zhong's presence, she endured and didn't say anything.
Zhong Zhiwan's eyes were red. It was obvious that he had cried not long ago.
Ying Zijin glanced at him.
She noticed that Zhong Zhiwan's lips were curved, as if he was provoking her.
She ignored him and nodded at Old Mr. Zhong. "Grandpa."
Before Old Mr. Zhong could speak, Mrs. Zhong slammed the table and stood up angrily. "You're an adopted daughter, and you still have the nerve to call him Grandpa? You pushed Wanwan into the lake. How can you be so vicious? I said … "
Before she could finish, Old Mr. Zhong roared, "Shut up!"
Mrs. Zhong was stunned.
"Zijin, sit next to Grandpa." Old Mr. Zhong waved his hand.
After Ying Zijin sat down, Old Mr. Zhong's face turned cold. "Zhong Zhiwan, apologize to your cousin!"
----- Digression —
I don't know why I was maliciously given a one-star rating by a big fan of another family.
I think it's a pity that you wasted the money to buy two steamed buns. You could have eaten a full meal.
Everyone who has a free five-star rating vote, please give it a vote and help Ying Huang get a rating.
I don't want to have such a fan on the fan list. I'm in a bad mood, so I added an update.
(Yes, I'm so willful.)
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