"Then congratulations to Professor Haruki in advance." Qin Luoqiang smiled and endured the twitching of his mouth.
"Hahaha..." Haruki smiled heartily, and said: "This time I have a chance to beat the professor, but the professor doesn't have to be too sad. You are still young and the future of mathematics belongs to you."
"..."
lucky? Do you mean a little bit of luck? Now that he hasn't won the prize, the little tail is almost up to the sky. If you really won the prize, you start to ascend to the sky?
Hearing what Haruki said, Qin Luo felt at a loss for a while. He really didn't know how to say Haruki was humble? He should still be said to be arrogant.
After hesitating for a while, Qin Luo finally said: "I look forward to the moment when the professor will stand on the podium."
"You will see..."
Emmmm, Qin Luo felt that he couldn't see that day.
Farewell to Chunshu, Qin Luo quickly catches up with Wang Xuecai.
"What did you talk about for so long?" Wang Xuecai asked curiously.
"Nothing." Qin Luo shrugged and said with a smile: "He said he proved Riemann's conjecture."
What? Riemann's conjecture?
Wang Xuecai asked himself that he had read a lot of books and his brain was very flexible, but he didn't even recover for a while.
God has proved Riemann's conjecture!
It was not that Wang Xuecai looked down on people, but based on his understanding of Chunshu's academic level, Wang Xuecai could slap his chest to assure that he absolutely did not prove the strength of Riemann's conjecture.
If he really proved Riemann's conjecture, Wang Xuecai would dare to write his name backwards!
"Just because this kid wants to prove Riemann's conjecture, even if ten of them are tied together, he won't work." Wang Xuecai said angrily.
"Why did the teacher say that?" Qin Luo asked suspiciously.
Although he didn't think it would work, he still wanted to know why Wang Xuecai said this.
"He is now fifty-six years old, and no one can get any academic results that can be obtained. Even all the papers he published are second works, and even the title of his teaching is dependent on waiting." Wang Xuecai disdains. Said: "Can he prove Riemann's conjecture? Ha ha, unless the sky falls."
"No, it's impossible even if the sky falls."
The academic achievements are zero, the papers are all second works, and the title is completely dependent.
This is really a big bastard. How did such a person become a candidate for the Crawford Award? Qin Luo really couldn't understand.
"Since he is a big bastard, how did he become a candidate for the award?" Qin Luo asked curiously.
"Candidate? What candidate? His name is not included in the Crawford Prize nomination." Wang Xuecai was a little confused, and Chunshu became a Crawford Prize candidate? He didn't even know the news.
Woj, who had been making him a candidate for a long time, was actually self-proclaimed.
At this moment, Qin Luo was completely stunned. He had already imagined that Chunshu was a mess, but he never expected him to be so messy.
Even the Crawford Prize candidates have to catch up.
"Huh~" Qin Luo let out a suffocating breath and said from the bottom of his heart: "This person is really good enough!"
Yes, he is really too good at mixing! What he did completely refreshed Qin Luo's worldview.
The next day.
The Crawford awards ceremony was held as scheduled in the auditorium of the Royal Academy of Sciences.
Scientists from all over the world gathered here from all over the world to witness the annual event of this academic circle.