"Knock knock!"

Same knock on the door that day.

Chen Zhou glanced at the equation on the scratch paper, sighed lightly, and got up to open the door.

Just like that day, standing at the door was Dean Sun and his party.

Senior brother Xu Chenyang is also there.

Dean Sun looked at Chen Zhou's haggard face and asked with concern, "How is it?"

Chen Zhou really wanted to answer, maybe it would be better if you didn't knock on the door......

But he also knew that he didn't have time to stay in his room to continue his research.

His report meeting is about to begin.

"It's okay. Chen Zhou said again, "Wait for me later, I'll go wash my face." ”

"Okay, we'll wait for you. Dean Sun nodded and said.

Chen Zhou turned around and went back to the house and walked into the bathroom.

Dark circles can't be eliminated for the time being, but, temperament, this thing, must be handsome!

After washing, Chen Zhou looked at himself in the mirror, well, perfect temperament!

After changing their clothes, Chen Zhou and Dean Sun headed towards the venue.

2 p.m. sharp.

Inside the MIT auditorium, the main lecture hall of the conference.

Although it is not the kind of auditorium that can accommodate thousands of people, it is enough to accommodate four or five hundred people.

The audience was crowded, and all the seats in this auditorium were filled.

In addition to this, there are quite a few people who are standing.

Because of the previous news, it has spread throughout MIT and the entire mathematical community.

Therefore, many people came for Chen Zhou's report meeting.

The people in the audience are not only little-known people, but also mathematical bigwigs such as Faltins and Deligne.

There are also quite a few MIT students.

Chen Zhou, who was standing on the podium, looked at the black pressure under the stage, but he didn't feel much nervousness.

He had seen a lot of such scenes.

It's just that today is a little bit special.

On the table on the podium, only a few pieces of scratch paper brought by Chen Zhou were placed.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

Glancing at the content on the scratch paper, Chen Zhou's heart became more and more calm.

When the staff of the conference team reminded him that he could start, Chen Zhou slowly said into the microphone: "I believe that many people have heard about me, originally this report meeting was arranged on the first day, and the content of the report meeting is also a proof of the hail conjecture." ”

"But for my personal reasons, this presentation will add to the Kramel conjecture and the distributive deconstruction. I think many of you are here for the new content. However, this part is still incomplete. ”

Speaking of this, Chen Zhou glanced at the audience and the people who were puzzled by his words.

He smiled slightly and continued: "So, for the sake of everyone's precious time, I have refined this part of the content. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly became agitated.

Does this mean that he has perfected the method of distributive deconstruction?

Or has he proved the Clamell conjecture?

Without too much explanation, Chen Zhou turned his head and said to the staff of the conference affairs team: "Do you have a whiteboard here?"

The staff member was obviously stunned, and hesitated to ask, "Do you need a whiteboard?"

Chen Zhou nodded: "Yes, it's troublesome." ”

After thinking about it, Chen Zhou added: "Don't forget to bring another pen." ”

"Okay, okay. ”

Although this staff member didn't know what Chen Zhou was going to do, he had already received a notice in advance to fully cooperate with Chen Zhou, and soon brought a whiteboard with other staff members.

Taking the pen he wanted, Chen Zhou said "thank you" softly, and then told the staff to turn off the projector.

Turning to face the whiteboard, Chen Zhou did not hesitate to drop the pen in his hand on the whiteboard.

The answer is already in his mind, and he is here to complete the interrupted proof!

The pen in Chen Zhou's hand was very stable.

A line of calculations appears on the whiteboard.

And the originally restless crowd in the audience instantly quieted down at this moment.

There was only one thought in their hearts, did Chen Zhou really want to prove the Clamel conjecture here?

So much so that this person who played cards unreasonably, only said a few words at the beginning, and didn't even let go of PPT, made unreasonable moves that were selectively ignored by them.

Such a genius, what PPT to put on?

Could it be that the live proof of Kramel's conjecture is not better than PPT?

I thought so, but it hurt the back row and the onlookers.

The whiteboard is so big, they really can't see it clearly......

"Well, Professor Dale, Dr. James, do you want to stop him?"

At this time, next to the podium, the staff who helped Chen Zhou carry the whiteboard finally saw the backbone.

"Stop—are you going to ruin this historic moment?" James rebuked in a low voice.

"Don't be angry, shouldn't you be religious at this moment?" Dale patted James on the shoulder, and said to the staff, "You go and prepare a few more whiteboards to make sure he needs it!"

"Okay, Professor!" the staff member hurriedly replied, fleeing from James, who was still glaring angrily.

After explaining, Dale began to look under the stage to find a suitable position.

Noticing Dell's work, James asked suspiciously, "What are you looking at?"

Dale didn't look back and said, "Are you going to watch him perform here?"

James suddenly realized, and also learned to look left and right for Dale.

But unfortunately, there may not be a suitable place to watch in the audience.

At this moment, Faltins and Deligne, who were in an excellent position, were talking to each other.

"Do you think he'll make it?" said Deligne, tilting his head slightly, to Faltins.

"Can't you see that?" Faltins frowned and looked at Chen Zhou on the stage.

The formula that Chen is writing now is not much different from his thesis, and the key point has not yet been reached. Langlands, who is also one of the reviewers of Chen Zhou's paper, spoke up.

Deligne smiled and said no more.

On stage, Chen Zhou had blocked all the interference from the outside world, and his attention was all focused on the whiteboard in front of him.

The nib-nib ink flows out slowly at an even rate, creating lines of mathematically beautiful formulas on the whiteboard.

A whiteboard is not enough to carry this beauty.

However, before Chen Zhou turned his head, the staff had already lifted the second whiteboard in time.

Chen Zhouchong nodded slightly to the staff and walked slowly to the second whiteboard.

Raise your hand and put pen to paper.

There was not the slightest pause.

His proof continues!

Because of Chen Zhou's transposition, there was no one in front of the first whiteboard.

All of them were shown to everyone present.

The person who was originally on tiptoe was finally able to let his sore feet fall to the ground a little bit.

Without worrying about their foot pain, they were finally able to concentrate on the formula on the whiteboard.

Of course, there are also people's eyes that have been following Chen Zhou's moving pen tip.

That's where the scenery is most beautiful.