Chapter 89
"Look, isn't that Wang Xuecai from the Chinese Academy of Sciences? Why is he here?" A reporter pointed the camera in his hand at Wang Xuecai who had just walked out of the examination room.
"Who is next to him?"
"Zhou Haizhong, Song Baoguo! Grass, what are these academic leaders doing here?"
"..."
Looking at the three old men walking out slowly, the reporters were dumbfounded.
Yanda, one of the best universities in China, is not a big surprise to see academicians here.
But seeing three in a row is a big deal!
With their keen intuition, they felt that something big was going to happen here.
"The kid surnamed Qin is a freak." Wang Xuecai said with lingering fear.
"What's the situation, he is proving the Poincaré conjecture?" Zhou Haizhong asked.
"Well, he's proving the nonlocal collapse theorem."
"..." He opened his mouth, but Zhou Haizhong couldn't speak.
If the proof of Poincaré is divided into three steps, then proving the non-local collapse theorem is the first step!
If Qin Luoneng can prove the non-local collapse theorem, it will take the Poincaré conjecture a big step forward.
"This kid won't really prove the Poincaré conjecture?" Song Baoguo, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up.
But no one could answer his question.
10 minutes, two 10 minutes, one hour...
"Ding~"
The bell for the end of the exam finally rang, and the three academicians all heaved a sigh of relief.
Facing a "big cow" who may solve the millennium problem at any time, they are under great pressure. What's even more frightening is that this "big cow" is a real high school student.
A few minutes later, groups of students came out in small groups.
The optimistic ones talked and laughed, while the pessimistic ones were downcast.
Everyone in Southwest Province surrounded Qin Luo in the middle, and you said something to me.
"Hey, Qin Luo, how many points can you score?" Lin Shanshan said with a smile.
Poincaré conjectured that Qin Luo should not be able to solve one of the millennium problems.
Thinking of everyone getting zero points, Lin Shanshan felt an inexplicable excitement in her heart, feeling like a serf turned over and sang.
"Guess..." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders, his face full of indifference.
"0 points." Lin Shanshan looked serious.
Qin Luo:? ? ?Can you have some confidence in me?
"Guess again!" Qin Luo's old face darkened.
"Isn't it 0 points?"
'Nonsense, how could it be 0 points. ' Qin Luo corrected solemnly.
"Hey, just brag, you and I can prove the Poincaré conjecture?" Lin Shanshan glared at Qin Luo, her eyes full of contempt.
"It's fine if you don't believe it, anyway, the result will come out sooner or later." Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and said calmly.
In order to prove the Poincaré conjecture, he spent a lot of money!
Seeing Qin Luo's confidence, Lin Shanshan felt a little apprehensive: "Wait!"
"You proved the Poincaré conjecture?" Lin Shanshan asked tentatively with her beautiful eyes wide open.
"Of course—no," Qin Luo continued after a pause, "but a breakthrough has been opened, which proves the first stage."
"What first stage?"
"I proved the non-local collapse theory." Qin Luo said.
Collapse theorem, something.
Everyone continued to be confused.
"Let's just say, how many points can you score, can we win the first place?"
"It's not a big problem to get a perfect score." Qin Luo said.
Even in the first stage, the difficulty was beyond imagination. Qin Luo felt that as long as the marking teacher was not too harsh, he would definitely get a perfect score.