I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

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

"Last fart class, come here quickly!"

After that, Dai Pingbo hung up the phone.

Lin Xian was happy immediately.

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

This is so pretty.

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

Upon seeing this, Teacher Gu on the podium asked in confusion, "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 you go quickly!"

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

It's so cool to skip class by order.

(The same is a student, why is the gap so big!

"Go to class obediently!"

With a squeeze on Ling Youyu's face, Lin Xian walked out of the classroom quickly.

In the office, after Dai Pingbo hung up the phone, he was fidgeting. His mood is very complicated, both excited and a little worried.

Worried that this is an oolong.

After all, almost every day in the world, people claim that they have proved the so-and-so conjecture, but dozens of hundreds of years have passed, most of the conjectures still lie there quietly, and they have not changed from conjecture to proof.

Although Lin Xian's paper is logically self-consistent, he hasn't fully understood many of the formulas yet, let alone check the calculations.

After thinking about it, he dialed Zhang Jundong, the dean of several hospitals.

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

After the call was connected, Dai Pingbo didn't talk nonsense, and said directly: "Lao Zhang, I have an urgent matter here, you come here now."

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

"Wait for a fart! One hundred thousand in a hurry, come here now!"

After all, Dai Pingbo didn't give Zhang Jundong a chance to speak, so he hung up the phone.

Before long, Zhang Jundong, who was in the same office building, walked into the office.

"Old Dai, why are you bluffing today, what's the matter?" Zhang Jundong wondered.

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

Hearing that, Zhang Jundong was unhappy, frowning and said: "Old Dai, you call me in a hurry, just to read a paper?"

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

Dai Pingbo pulled him to the desk and pressed him on the chair.

Thanks to the good relationship between the two of them, they have been in friendship for more than ten years. Otherwise, Zhang Jundong would get angry early if he changed another person.

OK, let me see for you!"

It's all here, Zhang Jundong is no more than Dai Pingbo, so he has to keep his eyes on the computer screen.

[About the proof of Zhou's conjecture (Messen prime number distribution conjecture)] Sweeping the title of the paper, Zhang Jundong was immediately happy, and joked: "Old Dai, you can do it, old Ji Fuying, I am committed to doing it, this spirit is worthy of my study!"

"I'll talk about it after reading it!"

Dai Pingbo ignored his ridicule and urged.

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

But looking at it, he couldn't help but gradually reduce his smile, his expression focused.

...

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

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

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

"Good!"

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

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

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

"Hiss!"

He took a deep breath, and his face was shocked and said: "Awesome, old Dai, I really proved it for you."

Dai Pingbo looked nervous and said, "How about? Is there a problem with the paper?"

"There is no problem for the time being, the logic is self-consistent. Although there are several formulas, I haven't seen them clearly, but they have little effect." Zhang Jundong shook his head, looking in a trance.

He knows who and what level Dai Pingbo is.

Unexpectedly, my old friend, in the year of knowing the fate, would quietly prove Zhou's guess.

This made him faintly envied while shocked.

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

And Old Dai will also soar into the sky.

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

"Old Dai, brother, I have taken it this time, but if you don't call it, it's already a blockbuster!" Zhang Jundong exclaimed with a complex expression.

Hearing that, Dai Pingbo smiled mysteriously: "You still don't know what level I am. This paper is not written by me, but by my students."

"Your student?"