I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

"I'm in class!" Lin Xian said in a low voice.

"It's a fart class, come here quickly!"

After finishing speaking, Dai Pingbo hung up the phone.

Lin Xian was immediately happy.

A professor said to a student: Take a fart class.

This is too beautiful.

Putting away the phone, Lin Xian slowly raised his hand.

Seeing this, Teacher Gu on the podium asked suspiciously, "Student Lin Xian, what's the matter?"

Lin Xian stood up and explained: "Professor Dai called me just now and asked me to go to his office."

Teacher Gu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then go!"

Hearing this, the students in the classroom looked at Lin Xian with envy.

It's so cool to skip class according to the order.

(They are also students, why is there such a big gap!

"Go to class obediently!"

After pinching Ling Youyu's face, Lin Xian quickly walked out of the classroom.

In the office, after Dai Pingbo hung up the phone, he fidgeted. He was in a mixed mood, both excited and worried.

Worried it was an oolong.

After all, people all over the world claim to prove a certain conjecture almost every day, but tens of hundreds of years have passed, and most of the conjectures are still lying there quietly, and have not changed from conjecture to proof.

Although Lin Xian's thesis is logically self-consistent, he still hasn't fully understood many of the formulas, let alone verified them.

After thinking about it, he called Zhang Jundong, the dean of the Number Academy.

Although Zhang Jundong is also engaged in numbers, his early research direction was number theory.

After the call was connected, Dai Pingbo didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Old Zhang, I have something urgent here, so come over now."

Zhang Jundong wondered: "What's the matter? I'm preparing for next week's meeting, wait for me..."

"Wait a fart! It's urgent, come here!"

After all, Dai Pingbo directly hung up the phone without giving Zhang Jundong a chance to speak.

Not long after, Zhang Jundong, who was in the same office building, walked into the office.

"Old Dai, why are you blustering today? What's the matter?" Zhang Jundong asked doubtfully.

Seeing him, Dai Pingbo hurriedly greeted him: "Hurry up, come and read this paper for me!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jundong was not happy anymore, he frowned and said, "Old Dai, you called me over in a hurry just to read a paper?"

"Don't talk nonsense, read it before talking!"

Dai Pingbo pulled him to the desk and pushed him on the seat.

It is also thanks to the good relationship between the two of them, who have been friends for more than ten years, otherwise Zhang Jundong would have lost his temper.

OK, let me help you look!"

It's all here, Zhang Jundong can't beat Dai Pingbo, so he can only focus on the computer screen.

[About Zhou's Conjecture (Mersenne Prime Number Distribution Conjecture) Proof] Glancing at the title of the paper, Zhang Jundong was immediately amused, and joked: "Old Dai, you can do it, you are old, and you are determined to do your best. This kind of spirit is worth learning!"

"Let's talk after reading!"

Dai Pingbo ignored his ridicule and urged.

Seeing his serious expression, Zhang Jundong happily continued to look down.

But watching and watching, he couldn't help but gradually restrain his smile and focus on his expression.

...

"Mr. Dai, have you finished reading the thesis?"

Lin Xian walked into the office with a smile. When he saw that there was another person in the office, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

Dai Pingbo turned his head and greeted, "Lin Xian, sit down for a while."

"good!"

Lin Xian didn't care, he found a seat and sat down, leisurely playing with his mobile phone.

Zhang Jundong didn't notice Lin Xian's arrival at all, all his attention was completely immersed in the thesis.

Time passed unconsciously, and Zhang Jundong finally finished reading the paper.

"hiss!"

He gasped, and said with shock on his face, "That's awesome, Old Dai, and I f*ck proved it for you."

Dai Pingbo asked nervously: "How is it? Are there any problems with the thesis?"

"No problem for the time being, the logic is self-consistent. Although there are a few formulas, I haven't figured it out yet, but the impact is not great." Zhang Jundong shook his head, looking dazed.

He knows who Dai Pingbo is and what level he is.

Unexpectedly, this old friend of myself, in the year of knowing his destiny, would quietly prove Zhou's conjecture.

This made him feel a little envious while being shocked.

Once this paper is published, Zhou's conjecture in the future will become Zhou Dai's theorem.

And Lao Dai will also soar into the sky.

Hearing what he said, Dai Pingbo couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief, showing an expression of relief.

"Old Dai, brother, I'm convinced this time, if you don't sing, you'll be a blockbuster!" Zhang Jundong sighed with a complex expression.

Hearing this, Dai Pingbo smiled mysteriously: "You don't know what level I am. I didn't write this paper, it was written by my students."

"Your student?"