Lu Zhou still remembers.

At the beginning, the system had revealed to him that when all disciplines were fully leveled, the world after LV10 would be unlocked-

Namely, that option about future times.

As for what the future world is and what form it will be presented in front of him, Lu Zhou has made a lot of assumptions before.

Even just a few months ago, when he just opened the golden legendary quest card, he was so excited that he didn't even sleep well all night.

Now, his math level has finally touched the boundary of LV10, and one toe has stepped on the boundary to the future, and no one is closer to the future than him......

Taking a deep breath and looking at the rising morning glow in the distance, Lu Zhou's right fist was gently clenched and gently released.

Although the excitement does not deceive.

But compared to simple excitement and excitement, what filled his chest at the moment was more of a trace of enlightenment.

It was as if he had vaguely sensed what the system really wanted to convey to him, and what the so-called future era was......

……

After saying goodbye to the old man who had been exercising in the morning, Lu Zhou turned around and returned home along the way he came.

came to the study on the second floor, walked to the desk and sat down Lu Zhou, and first checked the mailbox.

It had been more than an hour since he had sent the letter, and Professor Faltins still hadn't replied, thinking either he was busy with something or he hadn't figured out how to reply to him.

Shaking his head with a smile, Lu Zhou stretched his waist and took the notebook from the side and opened it.

First, he opened a bottle of energy potion, drank it as champagne of victory, felt the fatigue fade from his body little by little, and then he began his work for the day.

It took about a morning, with the assistance of Xiao Ai, Lu Zhou sorted out all the content on the scratch paper on the computer.

The complete essay is forty pages long, which is larger than expected.

In addition to the grand unified theory of algebra and geometry, it also contains the outlines and frameworks of the future of mathematics in his mind, as well as some conjectures that he has drawn from his research on the problem.

In terms of the amount of content, it is enough for a special issue of "The Future of Mathematics".

In fact, if he had been given some time, most of these propositions could have been written in the form of theorems, and he did have some brilliant ideas that might solve them.

It's just that this not only deviates from the topic of this paper, but also seems a little boring.

After all, learning is more and more, and problems cannot be solved.

Rather than spending time on trivial issues, he prefers to devote his limited time to thinking about propositions that really matter.

As for the suspense in those blank spaces, let's leave it to future scholars to think about......

The moment he knocked the car back, Lu Zhou leaned back lightly on the chair.

And didn't make him wait long.

Almost as soon as the paper was successfully uploaded, the familiar light blue dialog box also appeared in his field of vision.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the "Legendary" quest!] 】

……

It was 12 o'clock at noon when the paper was uploaded.

In most of the United States at this moment, the hour hand has just passed midnight.

In stark contrast to the silent night on the outskirts of Cambridge, Massachusetts, the Clay Institute, located in the suburbs, is still brightly lit.

As a not-for-profit, private academic institution, the purpose of the institution is to promote and disseminate mathematical knowledge, and to give various prizes and grants to potential mathematicians.

Unlike other purely mathematical research institutions that worry about funding, this academic institution seems to have been struggling with how to "make money" since its establishment in 98.

Like now.

Director Deaton, who was sitting in the director's office, was worried about such a thing.

Ever since the Riemann conjecture was proven at the International Congress of Mathematicians, they have struggled to award the Millennium Problem Prize and a million-dollar prize.

Not because there is no money, but because the status of this winner is a bit special.

Counting the NS equation and the Jan Mills equation, the two millennial puzzles, this guy has already won two awards!

If nothing else, he will soon receive the third award in his life.

And it is also the heaviest Riemann conjecture.

This award is about to become set up just for him!

In fact, if that's all there is to it, that's fine.

It's just an award, and it doesn't mean that it has to be given to different people.

However, Professor Lu doesn't seem to be interested in accepting the award, and even shows a trace of impatience.

In addition, this guy has neither fame nor money, and he didn't even bother to come to the Millennium Award of the Young Mills equation last time, but asked a physicist in his institute to take away the medal and a million-dollar check from the Collège de France on his way on a business trip.

From the beginning of the summer to the present, the entire Clay Institute, whether it is the members of the scientific advisory board or the security guards guarding the gate, is talking about whether this award will be awarded or not......

“…… That's enough! I'm no longer the Chairman of the Scientific Advisory Board, and you should find someone else who is more capable and visionary to take on this role! Instead of habitually thinking about throwing it at me whenever you get into trouble! ”

In the director's office, a loud rant from Professor Carlson could be heard.

When he heard that Director Deaton was going to hand over this matter to himself, who was about to retire, he turned his face almost instantly.

Looking at Professor Carlson, who looked like he was not planning to cooperate, Director Deaton didn't want to embarrass the old man in his heart.

But thinking of the identity of the winner and how difficult it was to present the award to the big guy, he had to silently say sorry in his heart, and then persuaded him bitterly.

"But in our institute, you are the only person with the highest academic prestige and the most qualified to do this, and you are the only one who has had a little friendship with him. I'm begging, it's the last time! Trust me, I swear to God! ”

When he said this, Deaton's psychology was actually full of helplessness.

He had never imagined that so many troublesome things would happen during his tenure.

The so-called millennial problem, as the name suggests, is prepared for the entire millennium.

Who would have thought that in just a few years, this kind of recognized problem that would not necessarily take a century to solve, would have been killed three times in a row?!

If it weren't for the fact that these problems were selected by the most prestigious scholars in their fields, and that he himself couldn't even touch the door, he would have even begun to suspect that this so-called millennial problem was a fake problem.

"Actually, this matter is not as troublesome as you think, the International Union of Mathematicians has recognized Lu Zhou's proof, we just need to ......"

Professor Carlson said angrily, "Then give him an award!" ”

Director Deaton laughed and said, "...... But, as you know, we've already given him two Millennium Awards, and last time he didn't even bother to show up......"

Carlson: "Then no!" ”

Deaton: "But it's not ...... the rules"

Magnus almost went berserk and said, "Fake! So what the hell do you want?! ”

The roar in the office has reached the hallway.

At this moment, an intern assistant in a plaid shirt, about 30 years old, walked to the door of the office, and was about to knock on the door to enter, when he was startled by the roaring voice, and reflexively pushed the half-hidden door open.

Professor Carlson, who was losing his temper there, was stunned, and hesitated for a few moments before he swallowed his saliva and said stiffly.

"Professor Carlson......"

Glancing in the direction of the door, he noticed that the person standing there was an intern assistant he had hired not long ago, and Professor Carlson, who was not in a good mood, said impatiently.

"What's the matter? Speak quickly. ”

Without a second of delay, the assistant spoke quickly.

“…… Just now, Professor Lu posted a paper on Arxiv, because you set a tracking label for that research direction, and I was immediately reminded of it. ”

Professor Carlson: "I see, I'll go see it tomorrow morning." ”

As if he had guessed that Professor Carlson would say this, the intern assistant's eyes had a look of truth.

However, he didn't give up.

He knew very well that if he did what this Mr. Carlson said, he would be scolded when he woke up tomorrow morning and saw this amazing paper.

Swallowing again, the intern assistant continued.

“…… In fact, just now, I looked at the abstract part of the paper. ”

"Due to my level of knowledge, I can't judge the content of the paper. But considering that this paper has some relevance to the Riemann hypothesis, I have printed it out for you and kindly recommend that you take a look at it now...... While it may be a bit of an assertion to do so, I'm sure you won't blame me and will be shocked by the content of this paper. ”

Astound?

Could there be anything more shocking than the Riemann conjecture?

Professor Carlson's eyebrows raised.

Although his mathematical instincts disagreed with the intern assistant's words, he took the printed copy of the paper from the young man's hand and looked towards the abstract.

Interested in the intern assistant's words, Director Deaton, who was standing next to him, also leaned over to take a look.

And then......

The eyes of the two people couldn't be taken away at all.

The clock on the wall ticked and ticked.

Other than that, there was no sound in the room.

It wasn't until the minute hand had traveled a full square, and still a large one, that the silence in the office was broken, and the two men let out an exclamation of surprise almost in unison.

"God ......"

"Jesus ......"

"This, this is simply ......"

Professor Carlson, who opened and closed his dry lips and felt a little dry in his throat, subconsciously reached for the teacup on the table, but after drinking it for a long time, he realized that the water in the cup had long been empty.

"The Great Unification ......of Algebra and Geometry," Director Deaton's voice was equally hoarse, and his eyes widened with disbelief as he looked at the abstract, "He, he means, he's made it happen?" ”

"At least that's what he claims......"

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Professor Carlson, who was talking, suddenly remembered something, looked back sharply at the intern assistant standing at the door, and ordered, "Call the Institute of Mathematical Sciences at Harvard University immediately!" Contact Professor Yau Chengtong for me. ”

"Good, good!"

Looking at the serious expression on the face of the direct boss, the assistant immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

However, just as he was about to turn around and leave the office and go to the hallway to make a call, he was quickly stopped by Professor Carlson behind him.

"Wait a minute, did you drive here?"

"In the garage...... What's wrong? ”

"Don't make a phone call, send me to Harvard! Right now! ”

Shoving the paper into his pocket, Professor Carlson walked towards the door without saying a word.

Seeing that Professor Carlson was leaving, he thought of Director Deaton, who had not yet finished discussing the award, and immediately came back to his senses and hurriedly spoke.

"Wait a minute, Riemann guesses about the awards—"

"Next time! Compared to this matter, these trivial things are not worth mentioning at all! ”

Don't say it's the Riemann conjecture......

Even if all the propositions that have been sublimated into theorems by the Riemann conjecture are all combined, I am afraid that they are not half as important as this matter.

With that, Professor Carlson disappeared into the door of his office without looking back, leaving Director Deaton alone, facing the empty office, alone in the light......

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