Chapter 584：

It wasn't until one o'clock in the afternoon that Lin Xian sent Zhang Mengyao back to school, and drove to Jincai by himself.

Parked the car and found that it was still early to class, Lin Xian held his laptop and walked at a leisurely pace to the office building.

Came to Dai Pingbo's office in a familiar way, knocked on the door politely, and walked in.

Seeing that it was him, Zang Pingbo immediately smiled and said: "You kid can do it, it's a big face for me!

Hearing this, Lin Xian was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood, and chuckled softly: "Professor Wang called you?"

"Hit!"

Speaking of this, Dai Pingbo became interested and smiled: "Don't you know, Pharaoh still thinks you are my graduate student."

Putting away his smile, Dai Pingbo said sternly: "You kid is very idle, and you have free time to go to FD to teach. So, you will teach all the math classes in your class in the future."

"Don't!"

Lin Xian immediately became anxious, and explained: "Teacher, it was a special situation last time. I can teach others, I didn't misunderstand them!"

Students in the Department of Mathematics can't teach, but a freshman in the Department of Finance, he is more than enough to teach.

Freshman high number, back and forth on those few calculus.

But the problem is, how can he have that leisurely thought.

Occasionally, it's okay to come once in a game, but if it is to be a job, then he is annoying.

Chapter 41 What did you just say?

Dai Pingbo just ridiculed casually. After all, the school would not agree to let a freshman to teach.

Unscrew the teacup and sip the tea, Dai Pingbo asked, "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what can I do if you come to see me today?"

"Mr. Dai, what is your mailbox?"

Lin Xian put down his laptop and said, "I have already written the paper you explained last time."

Puff!

Hearing that, Dai Pingbo almost didn't spit out a sip of tea.

It's only a few days, have you finished writing?

After coughing twice, he sternly said with a serious expression: "You kid, what did I say to you last time? It doesn't matter if I don't write it, so don't do it. Now the reputation of domestic journal forums is that those who flood water all day long. The worms make it stink."

To be reasonable, the atmosphere of domestic papers is indeed not very good.

For ten papers, nine are filled, and one half is filled.

There are also journal forums in the "Annual Journal of Mathematics" and "Acta Mathematics" in China. It is just that too many papers have been irrigated, which tarnishes the reputation.

Dai Pingbo was so stubborn about this incident, so he hated it for irrigation papers.

You can’t write, or you write slowly, that’s okay, let’s take your time.

Doing academic research itself is just water mill work.

But if you pour water, that won't work!

This is his bottom line.

So at this moment, Dai Pingbo was a little angry and disappointed.

Upon seeing this, Lin Xian hurriedly explained: "Teacher Dai, I didn't pour water. Zhou guessed that I had all proved it."

Proof?

"Puff!"

Dai Pingbo couldn't hold back this time, and completely sprayed out a sip of tea.

For a time, tea splashed everywhere.

Fortunately, Lin Xian reacted quickly enough and hurriedly backed away, avoiding the tea.

Pulling a few napkins and wiping the desk indiscriminately, Dai Pingbo raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you just say?"

"I said Zhou guessed that I have proved it!" Lin Xian replied from a distance.

Dai Pingbo:???

I just ask you to sum up the knowledge you have recently learned based on Zhou's guess and write a paper on prime numbers.

As a result, you TM told me that you solved Zhou's guess?

And it only took a few days?

It's no wonder that he reacted this way. It would be such a reaction to any professor in any university.

After regaining his consciousness, his first reaction was: It's over, this kid is starting to go far.

A few years ago, a Minke approached him and claimed that he had proved Zhou's conjecture.

In his opinion, Lin Xian's current performance is the same as that of the Minke.

Secretly sighed, Dai Pingbo said bitterly: "Lin Xian, mathematics is a rigorous subject, which requires a down-to-earth subject, and the most taboo is too high. I mean, do you understand?"

These remarks were somewhat euphemistic, mainly because he was afraid of damaging Lin Xian's interest and self-esteem.

After all, the other party is a good seed, talented, and savvy.

Lin Xian nodded and said sternly: "I understand!"

Hearing this, Dai Pingbo couldn't help feeling a burst of relief in his heart.

Knowing a mistake can improve Mo Dayan, and he still hasn't seen the wrong person.

However, in the next second, Lin Xian said, "But, what does this have to do with my proof of Zhou's guess?"

"You..."

Dai Pingbo became angry and disappointed. Then he waved his hand and said: "That's all right, you can send your paper to my mailbox, and I will help you to see it."

Lin Xian understood his thoughts, but did not explain.

It's just this kind of thing, the explanation is useless, you have to use facts to speak.

After learning the mailbox, Lin Xian quickly turned on the computer and sent the paper to Dai Pingbo's mailbox.