51: C51 Give Him a Piece of Paper

C51 Give Him a Piece of Paper

The second Zhou Haizhong? Everyone in the control room was stunned.

Zhou Haizhong was the one who proposed the Zhou's conjecture, which had troubled the mathematician for more than ten years. University Professor Zhongshan, a PhD professor, had published more than 120 theses on linguistics, mathematics, information science, and new interdisciplines in 1981. At the same time, he had been invited to various international academic conferences and theses.

He was the pride of Beishan City, and he was the first mathematician to walk out of Beishan City!

No one would have thought that Lee Xueming would give Qin Luo such a high evaluation.

"Leader, isn't this evaluation too high?"

"I admit that Qin Luo is indeed a genius, but Professor Zhou Haizhong is a genius amongst geniuses."

... ""

Although Qin Luo had created history once, this did not mean that he could be compared to Professor Zhou Haizhong.

Lee Xueming smiled and shook his head. "Two months ago, he was still Trash Student from the bottom of his heart. He was still standing on the verge of passing the test."

"Two months later, he has already set a record in history."

"He is still young."

All of a sudden, the entire monitoring room fell silent. It was as if the air had frozen. It was so silent that one could even hear a pin drop on the ground.

In two months, he had gone from a Trash Student to a top student!

How was this possible?

Everyone was dumbfounded, but they understood that Lee Xueming would not lie, and there was no need for him to lie! What he said was the truth.

They originally thought that Qin Luo had been a genius since he was young, but Lee Xueming told them that Qin Luo had only risen up after two months.

This had completely changed their understanding of him.

"Gulp." The middle-aged judge swallowed his saliva and sighed. "A genius among geniuses."

Genius was no longer enough to describe Qin Luo. He was a genius amongst geniuses.

"Let's see if he has started writing."

Right at this moment, a cry of surprise sounded in Lee Xueming's ears.

He started writing?

Lee Xueming was slightly stunned. He rushed to the front of the computer and stared at Qin Luo.

Could he really prove Zhou's conjecture?

One minute...

Five minutes...

Ten minutes...

Qin Luo wrote quickly.

A piece of draft paper...

Two pieces of draft paper...

When Qin Luo picked up the third piece of draft paper, Lee Xueming finally came back to his senses.1

"Quick, quick, give him paper, quick!" Lee Xueming roared loudly.

He was also a mathematician and knew that inspiration was fleeting. Any slight interruption would interrupt his train of thought. If it was a piece of draft paper, it would interrupt his train of thought. Lee Xueming would die if he missed the opportunity to understand this difficult problem that had troubled the world for more than ten years!

The middle-aged judge responded and picked up a stack of draft papers and rushed out.

One minute later, he had arrived at the examination venue. He carefully walked towards Qin Luo.

His footsteps were very light, afraid of making a sound.

Qin Luo only felt a wave of "heat." He subconsciously looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

"Teacher, is something the matter?"

... "" It's over, it's all over!

Lee Xueming's face was ashen. Once his state of mind was interrupted, no one knew when he would enter his state of mind.

"Who is it!? Who set the rule that only three draft papers are sent? This is simply killing a genius!" Lee Xueming was furious and his face was ashen, causing people to shiver in fear.

If there were a few more, even if there were two, Qin Luo might be able to solve this problem!

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