Chapter 89： No problem with full marks

"Look, isn't that Wang Xuecai from the Chinese Academy of Sciences? How could he be here?" A reporter pointed the end of his hand at Wang Xuecai who had just walked out of the examination room.

"Who is next to him?"

"Zhou Haizhong, Song Baoguo! Holding the grass, what are these academic leaders doing here?"

"..."

Seeing the three old men walking out slowly, the reporters were dumbfounded.

Yan University, one of the best universities in China, is not a big surprise to see an academician here.

But seeing three in a row is a big deal!

With keen intuition, they feel that something big will happen here.

"The kid surnamed Qin is a freak." Wang Xuecai said with lingering fear.

"Under what circumstances, is he proving the Poincaré conjecture?" Zhou Haizhong asked.

"Well, he is proving the non-local collapse theorem."

"..." Zhou Haizhong couldn't say anything, opening his mouth.

If the proof of Poincaré is divided into three steps, then the proof of the non-local collapse theorem is the first step!

If Qin Luoneng can prove the non-local collapse theorem, it will take the Poincaré conjecture a big step forward.

"This kid won't really prove Poincaré's conjecture?" Song Baoguo, who had not spoken all the time, finally happened.

But no one can return to his problem.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, one hour...

"Ding~"

The bell at the end of the exam finally rang, and the three major academicians all breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

They are under great pressure when facing a "big cow" who may solve the problem of the millennium at any time. What is even more frightening is that this "big cow" is a real high school student.

A few minutes later, groups of students flooded out.

Those who are optimistic talk and laugh, those who are not optimistic are downcast.

The people in Southwestern Province surrounded Qin Luo in the middle.

"Hey, Qin Luo, how many points can you score?" Lin Shanshan said with a smile.

Poincaré conjectured that Qin Luo could not solve one of the thousand-year problems.

Lin Shanshan felt an inexplicable excitement when he thought that everyone had zero points, as if a serf turned over and sang.

"Guess..." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders, his face indifferent.

"0 points." Lin Shanshan looked serious.

Qin Luo:? ? ? Can you have a little confidence in me?

"Guess again!" Qin Luo's old face turned black.

"Isn't it 0 points?"

‘Nonsense, how could it be 0 points. Qin Luo corrected it seriously.

"Hey, just blow it up, Poincaré guessed that you and I can prove it?" Lin Shanshan glared at Qin Luo, her eyes full of contempt.

"If it doesn't work, it will come out anyway." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and said calmly.

In order to prove Poincaré's conjecture, he paid a lot of money!

Seeing Qin Luo's confidence, Lin Shanshan felt a little nervous: "Wait!"

"You proved the Poincaré conjecture?" Lin Shanshan asked tentatively with her beautiful eyes widened.

"Of course-no," Qin Luo paused and then said, "But the breakthrough has been opened, which proves the first stage."

"What first stage?"

"I proved the non-local collapse theory." Qin Luo said.

Collapse theorem, something.

Everyone continued to be confused.

"Just put it straight, how many points can you score and can we get the first place."

"The full score is not a big problem," Qin Luo said.

Even in the first stage, the difficulty is beyond imagination. Qin Luo feels that as long as the scoring teacher is not enough and harsh, he must get full marks.