I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

It was not until one o'clock in the afternoon that Lin Xian sent Zhang Mengyao back to school and drove to Jincai himself.

After parking the car and realizing that it was still early for class, Lin Xian walked leisurely towards the office building with his laptop in his arms.

He came to Dai Pingbo's office with ease, knocked on the door politely, and walked in.

Seeing him, Zang Pingbo immediately smiled and said: "You boy can do it, it's a face for me!

Hearing this, Lin Xian was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood, and said with a light smile, "Professor Wang called you?"

"beated!"

Speaking of this, Dai Pingbo became interested and said with a smile: "You don't know, Lao Wang still thinks you are my graduate student."

Putting his smile away, Dai Pingbo said seriously: "You are very busy, you have time to go to FD to give lectures. How about it, from now on, you will teach all the math lessons in your class."

"do not!!"

Lin Xian immediately became anxious, and explained: "Teacher, it was a special situation last time. I teach people with this ability, so I am not misleading my children!"

Students from the Department of Mathematics cannot teach, but freshmen from the Department of Finance, he is more than enough to teach.

In the freshman year of high mathematics, there are only a few calculus back and forth.

But the problem is, how can he have such idle thoughts.

It's okay to come once in a while for fun, but if it's a job, he'll be bored.

Chapter 41 What did you just say?

Dai Pingbo just joked casually. After all, the school would not agree to let a freshman teach the class.

Unscrewing the teacup, taking a sip of tea, Dai Pingbo asked: "If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall. What's the matter if you come to see me today?"

"Mr. Dai, what's your email address?"

Lin Xian put down his laptop and said, "I've already finished the thesis you gave me last time."

puff!

Hearing this, Dai Pingbo almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

It's only been a few days, and you've finished writing?

Coughing twice, he straightened his face and said with a serious expression: "You boy, what did I tell you last time? It doesn't matter if you don't know how to write, don't flood it. Now the domestic journal forums are famous because of those who bully them all day long. Moths stink."

To be reasonable, the domestic dissertation atmosphere is indeed not very good.

Nine out of ten papers are filled, and one half is filled.

There are also "Annual Journal of Mathematics" and "Acta Mathematica Sinica" journal forums in China, but it is just because there are too many papers flooding their reputations.

Dai Pingbo was very concerned about this matter, so he hated the irrigation papers.

You can't write, or write slowly, it doesn't matter, let's take our time.

Doing academic research by yourself is a grind.

But if you pour water, that won't work!

This is his bottom line.

So at this moment, Dai Pingbo was a little angry and a little disappointed.

Seeing this, Lin Xian hurriedly explained: "Mr. Dai, I didn't irrigate. Mrs. Zhou guesses that I have already proved everything."

Prove it?

"puff!"

Dai Pingbo couldn't hold back this time, and sprayed out a mouthful of tea.

For a while, tea splashed everywhere.

Fortunately, Lin Xian reacted quickly enough and hurriedly retreated, avoiding the tea.

After pulling out a few napkins and wiping the desk carelessly, Dai Pingbo raised his eyebrows and said, "What did you just say?"

"I said Zhou guessed that I had already proved it!" Lin Xian replied from a distance.

Dai Pingbo:???

I just ask you to summarize the knowledge you have learned recently and write a paper on prime numbers based on Zhou's guess.

In the end, you TM told me that you solved Zhou's conjecture?

And it only took a few days?

It's no wonder that he reacted like this. Any university professor would have this kind of reaction.

After recovering, his first reaction was: It's over, this kid is starting to aim too high.

A few years ago, a civil servant approached him and claimed that he had proved Zhou's conjecture.

In his opinion, Lin Xian's current performance is the same as that of Minke.

Sighing secretly, Dai Pingbo said earnestly: "Lin Xian, mathematics is a rigorous subject that needs to be down-to-earth, and the most taboo is to aim too high. Do you understand what I mean?"

These words were a bit tactful, mainly because he was afraid of hurting Lin Xian's interest and self-esteem.

After all, the other party is a good seedling, talented and savvy.

Lin Xian nodded and said seriously, "I understand!"

Hearing this, Dai Pingbo couldn't help feeling relieved.

Knowing the mistakes can improve a lot, and I still haven't misunderstood the person.

However, in the next second, Lin Xian said, "But, what does this have to do with me proving Zhou's conjecture?"

"you……"

Dai Pingbo got angry for a while, feeling extremely disappointed, then waved his hand and said: "That's fine, you can send the paper to my email, and I will help you look at it."

Lin Xian understood what he was thinking, but he didn't explain it.

It's just that for this kind of thing, it's useless to explain, you have to speak with facts.

After learning about the mailbox, Lin Xian quickly turned on the computer and sent the paper to Dai Pingbo's mailbox.