The fields awards ceremony, hosted by the International Committee on mathematics, will be held at the Mercedes Benz center of eagles.
Two days before the award ceremony, top mathematicians from major universities all over the world came to Eagle kingdom with their most advanced research results.
This award ceremony is different from ever before.
In the past, the fields prize was only a small number of awards, and almost all of the top mathematicians who were invited to attend the ceremony were extremely limited.
But this time, it was totally different because of Qin Luo's "bright sword".
Almost all mathematicians have responded.
In this short period of less than two months, the academic achievements born are enough to compare with the sum of the previous year.
It is a golden age of mathematics.
At Yanjing International Airport, Qin Luo walks into the gate with his suitcase. Behind him are Fu Zhendong, Wang Xuecai and other old professors from various universities in Yanjing. After him are his students Qin nianran and Fiona, followed by Linda.
A group of people, more than 50.
50 people?
Is this going to receive the prize? Or a fight?
To be honest, Qin Luo is a little confused.
"Teachers, in fact, you don't need to go with me..." Forced to endure the convulsion of the corners of the mouth, Qin Luo said bitterly.
Not going? How is that possible?
Hearing Qin Luo's words, a group of old professors burst into laughter.
Although they are not candidates for the fields prize, they still have their credit in the "goldguess".
As a member of the Chinese mathematics community, they feel it necessary to go to the award ceremony in person.
What's more, if you watch the award ceremony on TV, there's no reality from live broadcast.
"Qin Luo, you don't want to cross the river, do you?" Fu Zhendong narrowed his eyes and asked, "anyway, the fields prize still has our share of the credit."
A bridge over a river?
As a young man with ideals, ambition, responsibility and moral character in the new era, can Qin Luo be able to do such a thing?
"Fu Yuan, don't your conscience hurt when you say this?" Qin Luo didn't have good temper white Fu Zhendong one eye, said.
He is a good man, which is a fact acknowledged by countless people.
Heartache?
Hearing this, Fu Zhendong almost burst into laughter.
If someone else said that, he might believe it, but when this sentence came out of Qin Luo's mouth.
Forgive him for being cruel. He really doesn't believe it.
Academically, Qin Luo is a good man, but he often makes fun of them.
"No..." Fu Zhendong's eyes slightly narrowed, the light path.
MMP!
The corners of Qin Luo's mouth twitched, and he felt like a dog.
He's a real good man.
"Fu Yuan, you are really hard hearted." Full of resentment at Fu Zhendong, Qin Luo turned and walked into the gate.
Hard hearted?
Fu Zhendong thought for a while and nodded his head.
He wants to be hard hearted, so that he doesn't have to be attacked by Qin Luo
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"boom..."
With the tremendous roar of jt8d engine, the Boeing 747, weighing dozens of tons, flew into the sky and headed for the distant Eagle country.
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