543: C543 Professor You're so Naughty

C543 Professor You're so Naughty

"Well, interested." The Zhou's conjecture that Qin Luo had proved the last time was related to the Mersenne prime number.

Hearing Qin Luo's words, the old man smiled faintly and said frankly, "The Mersenne prime number is the brightest pearl in the mathematics world. You have a good eye for the Mersenne prime number young man."

Qin Luo smiled and did not say anything. To be honest, Qin Luo wanted to choose, but he had no choice.

"By the way, young man, where are your results? the old man asked. Did you not find a place? It's okay, I'll let you. " As he spoke, he was about to start gathering his posters.

Qin Luo quickly stopped him and said with a smile, "No need, professor, I didn't prepare in advance."

"Oh, that's a pity." The old man smiled and put down the poster again. He said, "Young man, let's meet again if fate allows it."

He waved at Qin Luo and the old man walked towards the lecture hall with his academic results.

As he walked, he took out a red invitation card from his pocket.

The invitation card looked familiar, and he seemed to have one too.

Seeing the old man's back disappear around the corner, Qin Luo's mouth twitched crazily.

Just a moment ago, he was still feeling sorry for what happened to the old man, but in the next second, reality gave Qin Luo a solid slap.

Are all the professors of Princeton so shameless? Shaking his head, Qin Luo continued walking forward.

It was like climbing a hill would inevitably lead to a valley. With the previous deduction of Mersenne prime numbers, it was very difficult for Qin Luo to be interested in other results.

Even if there were, most of the arguments were very messy and had no logic to speak of.

Looking at the time, it was already 8. There was less than half an hour left before the report started. Qin Luo began to search for Wang Xuecai and the others in the crowd.

Soon, he found them.

However, it was different from what he had imagined. Wang Xuecai's face was red, as if he was arguing with someone else.

What was going on?

Qin Luo shrugged his shoulders and walked towards where Sun Zhendong was.

Before Qin Luo could approach, he heard Wang Xuecai's voice. "Sun Zhendong, you are trying to prove Goldbach's conjecture. Why don't you take a look at how much you weigh?"

... ""

Qin Luo immediately knew what was going on. Wang Xuecai had met Sun Zhendong!

It made sense. Sun Zhendong was a professor of Mi Nation, so it was not surprising that he met him at the annual report of Princeton.

However, what surprised Qin Luo was that Sun Zhendong also wanted to prove Goldbach's conjecture.

Emm, Qin Luo did not know whether to say Sun Zhendong had a tough head or he had a tough head.

Forget it, the difference between the two was not that big anyway.

Separating the crowd, Qin Luo walked to Wang Xuecai's side.

Seeing Qin Luo, Wang Xuecai's face immediately blossomed with a bright smile. He pulled Qin Luo to the front of the poster and said, "You came at the right time. You came to see if Sun Zhendong's proof is that it's a dog's fart!"

Qin Luo looked at it seriously, then nodded and said, "It's not that you don't understand, but there aren't many places that are correct."

The entire proof process was unexpected when Goldbach's words were correct. Qin Luo did not think that there was anything wrong with it.

"What did you say? Say it again?" Sun Zhendong became anxious when he heard Qin Luo's words.2

The extension of Goldbach's conjecture was a masterpiece that his team had spent a lot of time and effort to wash away their previous shame. But now, it was said by Qin Luo that it was worthless.

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