Chapter 87 Teacher, I Need Scratch Paper
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De Yun Si Sao Di Seng
The Poincaré conjecture is one of the seven major problems of the millennium, and even the International Number Federation offers a reward of 100 million US dollars to anyone who solves this problem. Unfortunately, no one has solved the answer in the past ten years.
It is such a problem that has plagued the mathematics world for more than 10 years, and it turned out to be an exam question in the second half of the national competition!
Stupid!Continue to be confused!Completely dumbfounded!
No one thought that a "simple" national competition would turn out like this!
"Teacher, aren't you playing with us?"
"No, I need a ventilator."
"Mom, I'm retiring!"
"..."
For a while, there were complaints in the examination room.
Poincaré guessed that this problem was not something a group of high school students could solve.
Poincaré conjecture?
The corner of Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly. He had a premonition that the topic would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult!
I looked at the value of Xueba in my inventory was 18331 points, and I didn't know if it was enough to solve the problem.
"The rapid death of the host's brain cells is detected, and the system automatically generates a solution, which consumes 10000 Xueba points, an ability value-added card, and the first stage is released..."
10000 points, plus an ability value-added card, to unlock the first stage?How difficult is this?
However, after thinking about it, Qin Luo gritted his teeth and pressed the OK button.
He must win this championship.
"Ding! The host uses a value-added card, consumes 10000 Xueba points, and the system automatically generates an answer."
With a clear reminder, Qin Luo only felt his mind clear, and the world-class problem in front of him was slowly being resolved.
Before he had time to think about it, Qin Luo quickly picked up the gel pen and began to write.
And when please was busy solving the problem, at the door of the classroom, a group of national academicians were staring at it intently through the glass, talking and laughing.
"Hehe, these little guys are confused."
"Look at Kid Qin scratching his head."
"The Poincaré conjecture is impossible to solve even if you are a genius..."
"..."
Seeing Qin Luo scratching his ears and cheeks, they laughed out loud.
Seeing the test paper in front of him, Sun Hua was sweating profusely and trembling all over, with a hint of despair in his eyes.
Poincaré guessed that no one could answer it?
Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Qin Luo.
"Fuck!" In the next second, he couldn't help but swear.
what did he seeQin Luo is writing furiously!
"This is impossible!" Sun Hua cried out in despair.
Even he can't write, how can Qin Luo write!
write?Of course you can write.
Because Qin Luo has a cheat, and spent 10000 points to learn mastery!
Every time Qin Luo writes a stroke, his heart is bleeding!
What is written here is not a number, nor a formula, but a little bit of learning master value!And that awesome value-added card.
For half an hour, one hour, two hours, Qin Luo was still writing frantically.
And it didn't mean to stop at all.
As a mathematician who has been troubled for a hundred years, there is no problem that can be proved so far. His difficulty can be imagined.
This is only the first stage, and Qin Luo has already written ten drafts!
"Slap!" Qin Luo put down the pen and raised his head and said, "Teacher, I need draft paper."
Silence, deadly silence.
For a while, everyone in the classroom was stunned.
Someone ran out of scratch paper?How can this be!
Not only the candidates were dumbfounded, but even the invigilator was dumbfounded.
This is the Poincaré conjecture, how could anyone prove it.
It is such a problem that has plagued the mathematics world for more than 10 years, and it turned out to be an exam question in the second half of the national competition!
Stupid!Continue to be confused!Completely dumbfounded!
No one thought that a "simple" national competition would turn out like this!
"Teacher, aren't you playing with us?"
"No, I need a ventilator."
"Mom, I'm retiring!"
"..."
For a while, there were complaints in the examination room.
Poincaré guessed that this problem was not something a group of high school students could solve.
Poincaré conjecture?
The corner of Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly. He had a premonition that the topic would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult!
I looked at the value of Xueba in my inventory was 18331 points, and I didn't know if it was enough to solve the problem.
"The rapid death of the host's brain cells is detected, and the system automatically generates a solution, which consumes 10000 Xueba points, an ability value-added card, and the first stage is released..."
10000 points, plus an ability value-added card, to unlock the first stage?How difficult is this?
However, after thinking about it, Qin Luo gritted his teeth and pressed the OK button.
He must win this championship.
"Ding! The host uses a value-added card, consumes 10000 Xueba points, and the system automatically generates an answer."
With a clear reminder, Qin Luo only felt his mind clear, and the world-class problem in front of him was slowly being resolved.
Before he had time to think about it, Qin Luo quickly picked up the gel pen and began to write.
And when please was busy solving the problem, at the door of the classroom, a group of national academicians were staring at it intently through the glass, talking and laughing.
"Hehe, these little guys are confused."
"Look at Kid Qin scratching his head."
"The Poincaré conjecture is impossible to solve even if you are a genius..."
"..."
Seeing Qin Luo scratching his ears and cheeks, they laughed out loud.
Seeing the test paper in front of him, Sun Hua was sweating profusely and trembling all over, with a hint of despair in his eyes.
Poincaré guessed that no one could answer it?
Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Qin Luo.
"Fuck!" In the next second, he couldn't help but swear.
what did he seeQin Luo is writing furiously!
"This is impossible!" Sun Hua cried out in despair.
Even he can't write, how can Qin Luo write!
write?Of course you can write.
Because Qin Luo has a cheat, and spent 10000 points to learn mastery!
Every time Qin Luo writes a stroke, his heart is bleeding!
What is written here is not a number, nor a formula, but a little bit of learning master value!And that awesome value-added card.
For half an hour, one hour, two hours, Qin Luo was still writing frantically.
And it didn't mean to stop at all.
As a mathematician who has been troubled for a hundred years, there is no problem that can be proved so far. His difficulty can be imagined.
This is only the first stage, and Qin Luo has already written ten drafts!
"Slap!" Qin Luo put down the pen and raised his head and said, "Teacher, I need draft paper."
Silence, deadly silence.
For a while, everyone in the classroom was stunned.
Someone ran out of scratch paper?How can this be!
Not only the candidates were dumbfounded, but even the invigilator was dumbfounded.
This is the Poincaré conjecture, how could anyone prove it.
