Chapter 97： Mathematics Journal

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "I understand! Xueba, you are inspiring us!"

"It must be so!"

"Xueba, we will definitely not let down your hopes, we will definitely surpass you!"

"..."

All of a sudden, excitement voices one after another, Qin Luo, who was the party involved, directly stunned.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't mean to inspire them at all, he just wanted to pretend to be forced and squeeze a little points.

But he never expected that the direction of the matter greatly exceeded his expectations.

"Ahem, I repeat it again, this is not motivation, this is a fact!" Qin Luoqiang endured the twitching of the corner of his mouth and said solemnly.

"Xueba, don't talk about it, we all understand."

You know what a fart! You don’t understand anything!

"..." Qin Luo opened his mouth, speechless.

"Ding, the host's knowledge conquered a lot of scumbags, and the learning hegemony value +56"

"...Study dominance +87..."

"..." Qin Luo let out a long sigh of relief.

The mosquito's legs are small, they are also meat, Qin Luo is not picky.

"Damn it!" Looking at the scenes before him, Sun Huafei was furious.

He really couldn't understand that Qin Luo was obviously pretending to be forced! He was obviously so hateful, but many contestants seemed to be possessed by him, and they were convinced by him.

His face became more and more gloomy, as if he was about to get out of the water!

"Hmph, I see when you can be proud, wait until I prove Zhou's conjecture, hum..." Sun Hua sneered in his heart.

The national decision has completely failed, and IMO is completely insulated from it. Now his only chance is to prove Zhou's conjecture!

An imperfect proof of Poincaré's theory can never compare to a perfect proof of a conjecture.

"Dang!"

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was roughly pushed open, and a man with gold-framed glasses hurried in.

He is about thirty years old, wearing sportswear, and his face is red.

"Teacher, Princeton wrote back!" He flushed and held up the envelope in his hand.

Princeton wrote back? Princeton University!

For a while, everyone was puzzled. Could it be that Yantai and Princeton had any big moves?

Everyone was stunned, but Wang Xuecai and others were extremely excited.

Others don't know what Princeton stands for, but they know it all.

"Let me see." Wang Xuecai strode forward and grabbed the envelope in the young man's hand.

Princeton University, Professor Deligne sent:

Tear off the cover, and inside is a "Journal of Mathematics"!

Math journal!

Wang Xuecai's eyes widened suddenly, and his body began to tremble violently.

"Journal of Mathematics" is the world's top and most authoritative mathematics magazine, because its publisher is officially Princeton University! His editor-in-chief is Professor Deligne.

Every paper and every theory published on it needs to be reviewed by Deligne, and being able to publish a paper on it is something that countless mathematicians dream of.

"Guru~" Zhou Haizhong swallowed and slowly said, "Qian Xuesen's question may be answered today."

Question from Qian Xuesen!

Everyone who heard this was shocked, and after a while, they must be puzzled again.

What kind of outstanding person can answer Qian Lao's question?

"It's not Qin Luo?"

"How is it possible, that's a math journal!"

"Last time I heard that Wang Yuan was doing a second derivation of Mersenne prime numbers, I think it was him..."

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