However, without exception, they have all lost ground, and the twin prime conjecture has not been proven until now.

Everyone looked at Qin Luo curiously, wanting to see what tricks he would play.

Qin Luo closed his eyes, his thoughts flying.

On the last day of the Imo competition, on the report desk in Birmingham, he will prove the twin primes here!

Opening his eyes, Qin Luo wrote a line of calculations!

No PPT, no projector, he proved it on the spot!

Just as Qin Luo wrote the proof, the auditorium was already noisy.

Whether it is a media reporter or a scholar in the field, their eyes widened unanimously.

They met for the first time, the "genius!"

For a while, a small smile appeared on the faces of the left and right people.

They have attributed Qin Luo to the "mischief" of genius.

One line, two lines, three lines...

Qin Luo's hands flew up like a symphony of destiny for the performer.

When Qin Luo’s answer is on the tenth line,

There was no sound in the entire auditorium, and even Professor Stanley, who had been expressionless, raised his brows.

They looked at each other, and their pupils were stained with a deep consternation.

The next moment, they took out the notebook from the bag and put it on their knees, their expressions gradually becoming serious.

At the same time, the audience sitting in the audience did not laugh, they stared at the whiteboard seriously.

They had a foreboding that a miracle would happen.

In the corner of the auditorium, several people from the China Olympic Mathematical Team were looking at Qin Luo blankly, their eyes full of shock.

"Teacher, what does Qin Luo want to do?" Huang Zhen asked.

For what?

I also want to know what he does...

Feng Huadong is also thinking about this issue.

Qin Luo's actions showed no signs, and no one knew it. He seemed to be on a whim, directly trying to prove the twin primes!

"Big brother, that's a twin prime, are you playing a bit too big?" Feng Huadong only smiled bitterly in his heart.

I didn't care about everyone's movement, Qin Luo before the day shift, just purely focused on understanding the problem.

Ten lines, twenty lines, thirty lines...

As time passed, everyone's hearts began to become tense.

Although many people at the scene saw it in the clouds, they did not know whether Qin Luo's proof was correct or not.

But being able to write down more than 30 proofs is amazing!

"Snapped!"

Qin Luo wrote nothing, and suddenly raised his head. There was no room for writing on the whiteboard over three meters in length.

"Come on that white board." Professor Stanley said eagerly.

"Thank you!"

Qin Luo nodded.

Stanley put down his notes and stood up slowly, his eyes swept around, and he said, "From this moment on, please keep quiet, because you are fortunate to witness the process of a conjecture being proved."

The voice fell off.

The audience was silent.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared. At this moment, the auditorium was extremely quiet.

Even a group of media reporters put down their cameras, they were worried that the sound of the shutter would affect Qin Luo who was proving it.

Prove the conjecture on the spot.

Those who dare to do this are either geniuses or lunatics.

But relying on Stanley's words just now, they can be sure that Qin Luo is the former.

The whiteboard was quickly brought up, and the staff stood side by side with the previous one.

"Huh~" Qin Luo took a deep breath and plunged into the proof again.