Miss Miranda, the assistant to the Society's Vice President Vencellor, received the message from the Lower House of Fire.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the results of the big exam in the lower courtyard of the fire have been counted, but we are stumped by a strange strategy. Originally, just for this strategy, it would not alarm the adults, but it happened that this student's paper test and magic results were the best choice. In order not to misjudge, we have decided to leave the results of this student's strategy to the judges. The contents of the policy are as follows......"

Miranda didn't take out a pen and paper until then, she thought she was going to write down a long text, but she didn't think that the so-called strange strategy was just a short sentence.

In the end, the mage who transmitted the sound did not forget to add: "...... More than 200 of us graders spent the whole night, but we couldn't find a counterexample to this strange theorem...... But, as with this student, we can't find a way to prove it. ”

The next day, Miranda gave the transcription to Venerable Vincent, and relayed the story of that student—the papers and the magic grades were all on the top.

"Lord," Miranda certainly wouldn't address the other person as Vice-Chancellor, "what the hell does this mean? It does look a bit like Lag'...... theorem."

Miss Miranda did not fully understand the implications of this policy, but as an assistant to the vice-president of the Superintendent, she kept a precise record and could not make mistakes.

The content of her record is: "x^n+y^n=z^n, when n=2 is the laga theorem, when n is greater than 2, there is no positive integer solution to this equation, I can't prove it, you can try it." ”

Venerable Vincent took the note, flicked the note lightly with the fingers of his other hand, shook his head slightly, and said, "Why can't you even solve such a simple problem...... What this student means is to treat the Lagoon theorem as a class of equations that have no positive integer solution when the exponent of this equation is greater than two......"

"That'...... Is there really none?" Miranda asked curiously.

"Try it and you'll know...... "Venerable Vincent replied casually.

"By the way, the mage who transmitted the sound said that there were more than 200 of them, and they spent the whole night without finding a counterexample...... "Miranda quickly added.

"Oh?" Venerable Vincent seemed to be a little intrigued, "Well, maybe I can try to prove it......"

......

Four hours later, Vincent had to knock on the door of Master Grantis, the president of the Overseer.

"Look at this ......policy, Lord Lord," Vincent said respectfully.

Vincent's respect is justified, Grant Teius, the president of the Inspectorate Society, is an eleventh-level magician, and with his strength and wisdom, he is enough to get a good messenger in the major holy academies, even if he goes to study the magic array, he can live well in a big institution like the Magic Array Association. But he was willing to stay in this dilapidated superintendent's school, and only be remembered once every ten years.

At this time, Grantis, with his messy gray hair on his head, was immersed in solving a mathematical puzzle, and seemed to have a clue.

And his demon pet Dudu, a gray-haired starling, had already taken the lead in speaking: "Wait a while, wait a while......"

Vincent knew that the grey starling was actually very stupid, and he couldn't do anything other than "wait a minute", "I'm not hungry", "don't bother me", and so on—in fact, Dudu was just a shield for the grown-ups when they didn't want to be disturbed.

Sure enough, it was a long time before President Grantis suddenly looked up, as if he had just heard Vincent's voice.

"A policy?"

"Yes, a piece of policy, from the Lower House of Fire. Vincent paused, and then didn't forget to add: "This student's paper test and magic results are all superior. ”

Grantis then took the note from Vincent's hand and said in surprise, "This is his strategy?"

"Yes, he came up with a theorem......" Vincent replied.

"Has anyone proven it?"

"No ......"

Vincent Vincent...... Then you have made a mistake. Grantis said with a smile.

"Oh, sir, you're right, it's a conjecture......" Vincent quickly changed his words.

"Well, a conjecture...... It's interesting, he actually used a conjecture as his strategy, which is very innovative. ”

"My lord, but in this case, how do we score it?"

"Hmm...... Well, if you can find a counterexample and falsify it, give him an upper-middle ......," said Grantis, waving his hand to stop the question, and explained: "We should encourage such a student who has ideas, and even if he has omissions, it is much better than those who follow the rules......"

"My lord, the more than 200 mages in the lower courtyard of the fire have not found a counterexample all night...... I'll tell you the truth, I tried it just now...... No counterexamples found......"

"Oh?" Grantis was also intrigued, "So, it could really be a theorem...... Well, if we can prove it, we'll give this student a top!"

At this point, the Elder had transcribed the speculation and began to try to prove it.

Before leaving, Vincent couldn't help but ask, "That...... What if we can't find a counterexample or prove it, my lord?"

"Huh?" Grantis looked up and replied with a smile, "Vincent, you're too unconfident, aren't you?" ”

Vincent smiled and accepted the president's invitation to play, not telling the other party that he had actually spent the whole morning working on this conjecture.

Three hours later, a panel of Vincent and four other vice presidents finally proved the conjecture.

When he came to Grantis again with a full five pages of proof, not only had the elder not even eaten lunch, but his face was not as confident as before.

"Grown, finally let us win again......" Vincent struggled to control himself and not show too much blatant pride.

Grantis took Vincent's proof, flipped through it hastily, shook his head and picked up his pen, drew a large circle on one of the inferences, and handed it back to Vincent.

Vincent looked at the place where the president had drawn a circle, and his face became very ugly: "It's a shame...... How could you make such a simple mistake......"

Just as Vincent was about to leave, Miss Nancy, President Grantis' assistant, knocked on the door to the president's room.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry...... "The Lord's pet muttered and began to shout again.

"Grown......" Miss Nancy's voice was a little timid and hesitant, perhaps she had already been reprimanded by Grantis before.

"I told you not to eat lunch yet!" Grantis said loudly.

"No, it's not that," said Miss Nancy, plucking up her courage, "the Holy See has sent a message asking when the list of the House of Commons will come out......"

Grantis suddenly looked up from the waste paper that filled the table, and glanced at Vincent, who gave him a helpless wry smile.

"Tell the Holy See that the list of the House of Commons will be delayed!" replied Grantis loudly as if angry.

(Ask for a monthly pass, recommend a ticket!) (To be continued.) )