v2 Chapter 362： One-time submission

It represents the top academic level in mathematics today.

Countless professors and scholars are proud to be listed in an annual mathematics magazine.

But so far, only a handful of people in China have been able to appear in the Annals of Mathematics.

No one thought that Wang Xuecai's ambitions were so great that he actually wanted to make Qin Luo appear in the Annals of Mathematics at the end of this year.

"Now you know why I revised the manuscript more times?" Looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, Wang Xuecai showed a faint smile.

Hearing Wang Xuecai's words, everyone was speechless for a while.

"Pharaoh, I think it's better to forget it, time is too late." Someone in the crowd said.

The Mathematics Year Conference is announced to the world on December 31st each year.

Today, on the 27th, there are still 3 days before the 31st. Taking into account the factor of time difference, they still have 3 days left, and there is no time.

"It's too late?"

Wang Xuecai smiled and said, "As long as we finish the draft in one go?"

Three days is enough time for Princeton to review the manuscript. As long as the paper is submitted at one time, it will be on the last train of the annual journal!

Annals of Mathematics? One-time submission?

Ha ha ha...

Everyone looked at each other, and they were speechless. It was the Annals of Mathematics. How could anyone pass the manuscript in one go?

"Wang Yuan, submit your paper."

When everyone was ready to persuade again, Qin Luo suddenly spoke.

"Qin Luo!"

"I have confidence in myself and everyone..."

Yes, it's worth talking about it, everyone really couldn't find anything to say for a while.

Besides, other people have confidence in you, don't you have it yet.

As a result, after a unanimous vote, the mail about the four-color conjecture flew to the other side of the ocean through the Internet.

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United States, Princeton University, School of Mathematics.

It is late at night here, but the School of Mathematics is still brightly lit, and the same scene is repeated here at the end of each year.

Everyone is busy, busy to revise the annual mathematics.

Reviewing room, a room deliberately prepared by Princeton University in order to complete the review of the annual journal.

Here are six reviewers who are quickly browsing emails from all over the world.

Deligne, Henrik, Farjens...

Each of them is a big cow.

"Bang!" At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and two women rushed in one after another.

They tug at each other, and they don't seem to get along very friendly.

The first person who rushed in was Ofina, a third-year student at Princeton University, who was also an assistant in this annual review work.

They will help Deligne and others filter out most of the emails, leaving only the finest papers.

Holding a tablet in her hand, she walked straight to Deligne: "Teacher, there is a paper here. You should be very interested in my hometown."

With that, Fiona handed the tablet in her hand to Deligne.

"Oh?" Deligne raised his eyebrows, put down the subject he was checking, and focused his gaze on the tablet.

"Hua Xia?" Seeing the place of origin, Deligne raised his brows, then took the tablet and checked it.

"Four-color guess?" Deligne frowned gradually.

The four-color conjecture cannot be proved manually. This has been concluded in the entire mathematics circle, but now the paper clearly wants to prove the four-color conjecture by hand. Deligne lost interest in a moment.