Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Standing at the door is the Louwen Xuan Senior Brother.

The two had already made an appointment and went to the hall together.

“The party is about to start, how long will you have to do?”

“Already good.”

After finishing the tie, Lu Zhou pulled out the room card and walked out of the room. “The party… How come?”

Senior Brother wood laughed: “Normally take the elevator downstairs, then take a champagne from the waiter’s tray, find someone you are interested in and talk about it in the past. If you don’t speculate, you will end the topic… Relax, don’t worry about others Whether you are interested in you, I believe that there should be a lot of people interested in you.”

How amuse this is.

Although I know that I am handsome, but we are still modest…

Lu Zhou is embarrassed to laughed.

Senior Brother Luo didn’t notice what Lu Zhou was thinking, taking him to the elevator and telling him something to pay attention to when attending the party.

“…If you are studying something interesting, try to find a big guy who is also interested in this field. If he is interested in your research content, you can choose him as your academic editor when you submit. The rate of submission will be much higher. If you are going to read Bo, you can also find a mentor in your field. It is better to compare two sentences in a row. It is better to expect a cat to run into a dead mouse.”

After entering the elevator, the two men and two of the elevators took a face.

Senior Brother Luo squatted and then eagerly extended the right hand to the old man standing next to the young people, “Professor Wang, it’s so cute!”

“haha, Little Luo,” said Professor Wang, who smiled and reached out and shook hands. “Long time no see… Is this?”

“Lu Zhou, Professor Tang’s proud student,” After retracting his hand, Senior Brother Luo patted Lu Zhou’s shoulder and smiled and continued to introduce him to him. “This is the Professor Wang Xiping of Yanda, our domestic algebraic number theory field. Big cow.”

“Professor Wang is good!”

Cattle!

Lu Zhou suddenly apologized when he heard the name he had seen in the literature.

Although this big sister may not be famous for him, it is only a low-key for others. And there is another very important reason. Most of the research results in the field of mathematics are in the young age, there is no internet at that time, only the big-character poster…

Old Professor Wang has a countless academic achievements in his life. As Lu Zhou knows, including a solution to the Hualin problem raised by Hua Luogeng’s old mister on the integer polynomial, it proves that the famous combinator Ballobas is an important part of the limited Abelian group. Guess and so on…

These questions are certainly not as short as Zhou’s Conjecture, but the academic value is only high.

Number theory is not a strong field in Yanda, and Old Professor Wang is a big flag.

“What a big cow is not a big cow, don’t brag for me,” holding Lu Zhou’s right hand, Wang Xiping old mister has no shelf, and amiably with a smile, “Little fellow student Lu, I listen. You, Professor Tang, mentioned you, hello. I am old, the future of our country, you have to rely on your young, talented people, you can work harder!”

Lu Zhou is awe-inspiring: “Professor, you are serious.”

“There is a saying, learn more about your Professor Tang, and learn from you Dean Qin,” waved his hand, Wang Xiping laughed, and continued to introduce Lu Zhou to the young people next to him: “This is me.” Student, Wei Wen.”

Wei Wen reached out and faintly laughed and said, “Hello, we met again.”

“Hello, hello,” smiled and shook hands with the brother, Lu Zhou laughed, but thought for a long time.

Have you seen it?

Where have you seen it?

I have no impression at all…

After a chill, Professor Wang took his student and went somewhere else.

Senior Brother Luo patted Lu Zhou’s shoulder, threw a happy sentence, and “diverted” with him.

Looking at the people in the meeting in group of three or four, Lu Zhou holding champagne in his heart could not help but feel.

Who said that Study tyrant is not good at talking?

It seems that my posture level needs to be improved.

After a few laps in the venue, Lu Zhou was going to look for his reviewer, Professor Pierre Deligne of thesis, and went to worship, but after seeing a lot of people beside the big man, he hesitated.

Heaven and earth conscience, he is definitely not awkward, just surrounded by a lot of birds, and his current level of English is still a little stressful.

And when he finally made up his mind…

MMP, people have gone.

In the end, Lu Zhou, who had turned around for a few laps, was still sitting on the sofa in the rest area of ​​the venue.

Just like every time you go to school canteen, if you must let him choose the most comfortable one from a row of seats, then he will definitely pick the position that looks less noisy.

Shaking his head, idle is also idle, Lu Zhou took out the notebook from the inside pocket of the suit and continued to study the problems that had not been figured out in the hotel before.

However, at this moment, an unexpected silhouette was sitting opposite him.

Lu Zhou looked up and didn’t recognize it for a while.

Golden’s hair is scattered into a micro-volume of waves, and the soft facial features are a bit less Western rough, except for a smug eyebrow on the deep eye socket. The temperament that emerged from the eyebrows was similar to that of a female student tyrant in a Harry Potter movie.

The black evening dress has a sharp contrast with the white swan neck. The mystery under the conservative style is not like the Frenchman’s cheerfulness, but a mystery similar to Victorian style.

The line of sight is slightly down…

Ok, it’s not that all foreigners have big breasts…

It’s too rude to stare at a certain part of the woman. Lu Zhou just rushed to meet the curiosity and regained sight. Just as he was preparing to say hello in a chattering voice, the opposite was opened.

Morina: “Don’t you dance?”

“Don’t go, the atmosphere is too busy, not suitable for me…” Can’t edit it, Lu Zhou simply said the truth, “Okay, in fact, mainly I can’t dance, what about you?”

Morina grinned and smiled: “Me too.”

Lu Zhou gave her a surprise look: “I thought the French were all dancing masters.”

“To each other,” Morina grinned and teased. “When I first came to the United States, I thought that you Chinese people would work hard.”

“This… misunderstanding is too big.” Lu Zhou said.

“I’m curious.”

“What are you curious about?”

“Why is a beautiful lady sitting across from you, can you still think about mathematics problems indifferently?”

Fuck? !

Mind reading?

Are foreigners so social?

Lu Zhou accidentally looked at Morina and didn’t negate it. Instead, he asked: “Why do you say that?”

Morina stared at Lu Zhou’s eyes and pouted with a slight smile: “The eyes can tell a lot of questions.”

“…well, it seems that I have a pair of eyes that will tell me.”

Lu Zhou has a dry cough.

He admitted that he really was thinking about mathematics.

Even now…

The conversation was in a short silence, and the two men were quiet together.

Looking at the silhouette of a path of 舞 in the dance floor, Lu Zhou’s index finger gently tapped on the table, with the waltz’s music playing the beat.

Inspiration is always something metaphysical.

Just as with the truth buried in the endless numbers, an inadvertent slip away from his fingertips.

Although more than once, he has had the urge to turn to system.

However, the principle of system answering is to know where the problem is, and will not guide him how to solve a problem, and will not provide any directional advice.

The conjecture of direct conversion to twin primes requires an integral far greater than the balance he holds.

Always a little bit worse…

Lu Zhou squeezed his fists.

Suddenly, his heart moved, thinking of the twenty-four hours of inspiration in the system, and suddenly stood up from the chair.

Morina looked at him strangely: “What’s wrong?”

Lu Zhou took a deep breath and excited in her eyes: “I suddenly thought of an important thing.”

Morina raised her eyebrows and said in a joking tone: “Is it more important to have dinner with an elegant French lady?”

“It’s more important to have dinner with the Virgin Mary!”

Throwing this sentence, Lu Zhou did not return, and ran to the elevator.