362: C362 One-time Drafts

C362 One-time Drafts

It represents the highest academic level in the world of mathematics today.

Countless professors and scholars were proud to be able to make it onto a field of annual mathematical journals.

So far, there were only a handful of people in China who were able to make it onto the mathematical magazine.

No one expected Wang Xuecai to be so ambitious. He actually wanted to let Qin Luo enter the annual mathematics journal in the final moments of this year.

"Now do you know why I've revised the manuscript so many times?" Looking at the expressions on everyone's faces, Wang Xuecai revealed a faint smile.

Hearing Wang Xuecai's words, everyone was speechless for a moment.

"Wang, I think we should forget about it. It's too late." Someone in the crowd said.

The Math Year meets on December 31 of each year and is published worldwide.

And today was the 27th, three days away from the 31st. Counting the time difference, they still had three days, not enough time.

"Too late?"

Wang Xuecai smiled and said, "As long as we don't have long to finish the script in one go?"

Three days were enough for Princeton to review drafts. As long as the thesis was completed once, he would be able to catch the annual bus!

Mathematics Journal? A one-time draft?

Hehehe …

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss for words. After all, that was a maths journal, how could it be written in one go?

"Academician Wang, submit your script."

When everyone was ready to persuade again, Qin Luo suddenly spoke up.

"Qin Luo!"

"I have confidence in myself and everyone here …"

Well, now that things had come to this point, they really didn't know what to say anymore.

Besides, everyone else has confidence in you. Don't you even have confidence in yourself?

Therefore, under the unanimous vote of the crowd, the mail about the four-color guess flew to the other side of the ocean through the Internet.

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Mi Nation, Princeton University, Mathematics Academy.

It was already late at night, but the Mathematics Institute was still brightly lit. The same scene would be repeated every year at the end of the year.

Everyone was busy, busy revising the annual mathematical journal.

In the reading room, in order to complete the annual journal's validation, Princeton University had deliberately prepared a room.

Here are six reviewers, quickly browsing through emails from all over the world.

Deligne, Henrik, Fariens...

Every one of them was a famous bull.

"Bam!" At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and two women rushed in, one in front of the other.2

They pulled at each other, and they didn't seem to get along very well.

The first person to rush in was called Ofina, a third year student of Princeton University. At the same time, he was also an assistant of the annual journal's review work.

They would help Deligne and the others filter out most of the emails, leaving only the best papers.

She held a tablet in her hand and walked straight in front of Deligne: "Teacher, there's a thesis here. You should be very interested in my hometown."

With that, Fiona handed the tablet in her hands over to Deligne.

"Oh?" Deligne raised his eyebrows and put down the verification topic in his hand. Then, he focused his gaze on the tablet.

"Huaxia?" Deligne raised his eyebrows when he saw where the message was sent, then he took the tablet and started looking it up.

"Four-color guess?" Deligne gradually frowned.

The four-colored conjecture could not be proven by human hands, and it had already been concluded in the mathematics world. However, from the paper in front of him, it was obvious that he wanted to prove it by human hands.

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