"Forgive me for my old talents, I didn't see any problems..." After a long silence, Deligne turned his gaze to the companion next to him and said, "What do you think?"
"The logic is quite reasonable, there is no problem..." Henrik said.
"I agree with Henrik's statement..."
"..."
At this moment, the five Princeton Tigers all spoke together!
They almost uttered the same words in unison.
They insisted that Qin Luo's argument was not the subject!
Quiet, deadly quiet.
At this moment, the entire Mercedes center fell into a pause as if someone had pressed the pause button, and all stood still.
no problem!
No problem with the argumentation process!
In other words, Qin Luo's argumentation process is correct, and Riemann's conjecture is solved in this way!
Qin Luo, he proved Riemann's conjecture! And in front of everyone, unprepared.
Miracle, this is a miracle!
Qin Luo's original subject was "Guess", but he was on the Fields Medal report, and in front of everyone, he proved Riemann's conjecture.
What is this not a miracle?
The eyes were bloodshot, the heart was beating, and everyone's complexion was flushed.
They witnessed the birth of a miracle!
After a brief silence, there was a tsunami of applause from the Mercedes Center.
"Fuck!"
The applause was loud, like thunder.
"The century-old problem is finally proved today."
"This is the flourishing age of mathematics and the world's blessing..."
"Professor Qin, from today, you will be my idol." An old white-haired professor in the crowd said with a blushing face.
"..."
idol? Qin Luo took a deep look at the old professor, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly.
"Professor, I'm only 18 years old this year..." Qin Luo smiled awkwardly.
The picture paused again, and everyone was stunned.
Especially, they really forgot just now that Qin Luo has just turned eighteen.
There is a saying how to say: That year eighteen, stand like myself.
And now Qin Luo 18 is already standing on the Fields Medal report.
And by virtue of the fresh Riemann conjecture, Qin Luo can even get the Fields Mathematics Prize of this conference.
This is so terrible!
There are eighteen, eighteen, what are you doing?
Are you deliberately kicking us off?
For a while, everyone looked at Qin Luo's eyes full of resentment.
"Cough cough..." In the embarrassing atmosphere, Mori Shigefumi stepped onto the podium with a face full of embarrassment: "Congratulations, Professor Qin..."
"If you are tired, you can go to rest and rest..."
"The award ceremony will begin later..."
rest?
Professor Mori Shigefumi, you may have misunderstood something, my report is not over yet.
"Professor Mori Shigefumi, I'm not tired, I still have a report topic..." Qin Luo quickly explained.
Yes, Qin Luo has another guess...
However, hearing Qin Luo's words, Mori Shigefumi and everyone's complexion not only didn't improve, but became more gloomy.
Emmmm, we also know that you have another subject.
But can I let you talk?
When you say it, can the rest of the people still make reports?
A Riemann, a "Gu guess" This is the rhythm to catch the "match" and kill the second time.
Mori Shigefumi's face darkened, and he waved to the staff not far away: "Come here, send Professor Qin down to rest..."