Chapter 54： Crazy

How to do? How to do? Wei Zihao's eyes were red.

As the most outstanding student in the second middle school, he never thought that he would lose, but the fact is that he lost completely.

Do you really want to sing to conquer? Thinking of this, he is going crazy!

"Don't panic, we haven't lost yet!" Huang Zitao gritted his teeth and said, "There are three more attempts, and we still have a chance."

In order to defeat Qin Luo, how much effort he made, only he knew. So before the last moment, Huang Zitao will never give up easily!

Is there really a chance? A touch of sadness flashed in Wei Zihao's eyes.

Fourth lounge.

"Qin Luo, why didn't you come to make up the lesson!" As soon as she stepped into the classroom, Lin Shanshan rushed over angrily.

It was said that she was waiting for him after school, but she waited, but she did not wait for Qin Luo.

"I don't know your address." Qin Luo said helplessly.

"Don't know the address, don't you know to call?"

"You didn't tell me the phone."

"..." Lin Shanshan gritted her teeth, she was going crazy!

"I didn't tell you, don't you know to ask."

"How much do you call."

Collapse, complete collapse, as a famous schoolmaster and schoolgirl in the Fourth Middle School, she has never collapsed like this.

I shouldn't be angry, don't be angry, people with high IQ have low EQ. Thinking of this, Lin Shanshan finally felt better.

"1838...remember my call!" Lin Shanshan said viciously, then turned around and left.

"??? Can you say it again?"

Lin Shanshan staggered and almost didn't fall to the ground. She turned her head and glared at Qin Luo: "1838..."

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Yanjing, Sun Yat-Sen University.

A gray-haired, ruddy-faced old man was sitting in front of the window, with a pot of green tea, a math journal, and a picture scroll.

Zhou Haizhong, the author of Zhou's conjecture, a well-known mathematician in China, and a big cow who enjoys special national allowances, can't hide his glory even in the global mathematics circle.

He is most proud of proposing Zhou's conjecture that has plagued academic circles for more than a decade, but this is also his biggest regret.

After all, guessing is guessing.

It cannot be proved one day, Zhou Haizhong will regret it one day.

"Boom boom boom."

"Old Zhou..."

Suddenly, the door of the room was knocked softly, the voice of his student Xu Enmin.

"In."

Soon, a gentle man with gold rim glasses walked in.

He is not young, he is about forty years old, with piercing eyes.

"Your hometown, Beishan City sent an answer sheet about the answer sheet for demonstrating Zhou's conjecture." Xu Enmin whispered.

"Oh, let it go, I'll watch it if I have time." Zhou Haizhong waved his hand and said.

Since Zhou's conjecture was put forward, almost every few days, an answer sheet about the theory of Zhou's conjecture has been put on his desk.

One person counts the short and the other counts the length. Zhou Haizhong doesn't think he is the best in the world. He hopes that someone can prove this "mystery".

Ten years have been like a day, from the very beginning, he opened the answer sheet with expectation, and now he is too lazy to open it.

Because every time, I was disappointed.

Daydreaming, too many people want to become famous in one fell swoop.

"Teacher, you should take a look at this answer sheet. I assure you it is definitely not as bad as you think." Xu Enlai said sincerely.

"Prove that Zhou's conjecture is not your lifelong wish? Perhaps this answer sheet will give you a satisfactory answer."