Chapter 87： Teacher, i need draft paper

Poincaré conjectures that one of the seven major problems in the millennium, and even the International Federation of Numbers offers a reward for anyone who solves this problem to get 1 million US dollars. However, it is a pity that no one has solved the answer in the past ten years.

It is such a difficult problem that has plagued the mathematics field for more than 10 years. It is actually an exam question in the second half of the national competition!

Confused! Continue to be confused! Completely dumbfounded!

No one thought that a "simple" national match would turn out to be like this!

"Teacher, are you not me playing us?"

"No way, I need a ventilator."

"Mom, I want to retire!"

"..."

Suddenly, complaints were heard in the examination room.

Poincaré conjectured that this problem could not be solved by a group of high school students.

Poincaré conjecture?

The corner of Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly. He had a foreboding that the topic would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult!

I looked at my inventory of 18,331 points, and I didn't know if it was enough to solve the problem.

"Detecting the rapid death of host brain cells, the system automatically generates a solution, consumes 10,000 academic master points, a capacity increase card, and solves the first stage..."

10,000 points, after adding an ability value-added card, will the first stage be unlocked? How difficult is this?

However, after thinking about it, Qin Luo gritted his teeth and pressed the OK button.

He has to win this championship.

"Ding! The host uses a value-added card, consumes 10,000 points of learning dominance, and the system automatically generates an answer."

With a clear reminder, Qin Luo only felt that his mind was bright, and the world-class problem in front of him was slowly resolving.

Before he could think about it, Qin Luo quickly picked up a gel pen and started writing.

And while I was busy solving the problem, at the door of the classroom, a group of national academicians were staring through the glass intently, talking and laughing.

"Hehe, these little guys are dumbfounded."

"Look at Xiaozi Qin who is scratching his scalp."

"The Poincaré conjecture cannot be solved even by a genius..."

"..."

Seeing Qin Luo scratching his head, they laughed.

Seeing the test paper in front of him, Sun Hua was sweating and trembling, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes.

Poincaré guess no one can answer it, right?

Thinking about this, he turned his head and glanced at Qin Luo.

"Fuck!" In the next second, he couldn't help but explode.

What did he see? Qin Luo is struggling to write quickly!

"This is impossible!" Sun Hua shouted desperately in his heart.

Even he can't write, why can Qin Luo write!

Write down? Of course you can write.

Because Qin Luo has a plug-in, and spent 10,000 points for learning hegemony!

Every time Qin Luo writes now, his heart is bleeding!

What is written here is not a number, nor a formula, but a bit of learning dominance! And that awesome value-added card.

For half an hour, one hour, two hours, Qin Luo was still writing crazy.

And there is no intention to stop.

As a troubled mathematician for hundreds of years, there is no problem that can be proved so far, and his difficulty can be imagined.

This is only the first stage, and Qin Luo has already written ten drafts!

"Papa!" Qin Luo put down his pen and said, "Teacher, I need draft paper."

Quiet, deathly silence.

For a while, everyone in the classroom was dumbfounded.

Someone ran out of scratch paper? How can this be!

Not only the candidates were dumbfounded, but even the invigilator was dumbfounded.

This is Poincaré's conjecture, how could anyone prove it.