Chapter 87 Teacher, I need scratch paper
Poincaré conjectures, one of the seven major problems of the millennium, and even the International Federation of Digits offers a reward of $1 million for whoever solves this problem, but unfortunately, no one has solved the answer in the past ten years.
It is such a problem that has plagued the mathematics community for more than 10 years, but it is actually an exam question in the second half of the national competition!
Confused! Continue to be dumbfounded! Completely dumbfounded!
No one thought that a "simple" national game would turn out like this!
"Teacher, aren't you playing with us?"
"No, I need a ventilator."
"Mom, I'm going to retire!"
"..."
For a time, there were complaints in the examination room.
Poincaré guessed that the problem was not something a group of high school students could solve.
Poincaré conjecture?
The corners of Qin Luo's mouth twitched wildly. He had a premonition that the question would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult!
I looked at the 18,331 points of Xueba in my inventory, and I didn't know if it was enough to solve the problem.
"It is detected that the host's brain cells are dying rapidly, and the system automatically generates a solution, which consumes 10,000 academic points, one ability value-added card, and solves the first stage..."
10,000 points, after adding an ability value-added card to unlock the first stage? How difficult is this?
However, after thinking about it, Qin Luo still gritted his teeth and pressed the OK button.
He must win this championship.
"Ding! The host uses a value-added card, consumes 10,000 points of academic mastery, and the system automatically generates an answer."
With a clear prompt, Qin Luo only felt his brain become bright, and the world-class problem in front of him was slowly being eased.
Before he could think about it, Qin Luo quickly picked up a gel pen and started writing.
While you were busy solving the problem, at the door of the classroom, a group of national academicians were staring at it through the glass, talking and laughing.
"Hehe, these little guys are stunned."
"Look at Qin Xiaozi scratching his scalp."
"The Poincaré conjecture cannot be solved even by a genius..."
"..."
Seeing Qin Luo scratching his ears and cheeks, they laughed out loud.
Seeing the exam paper in front of him, Sun Hua was sweating profusely and trembling all over, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.
No one can answer Poincaré's conjecture, right?
Thinking like this, he turned his head and glanced at Qin Luo.
"Fuck!" In the next second, he couldn't help but utter a foul language.
What did he see? Qin Luo is writing hard!
"It's impossible!" Sun Hua cried out in despair.
Even he can't write, how can Qin Luo write!
Write down? Of course you can.
Because Qin Luo has a plug-in, and he spent 10,000 points of learning hegemony!
Every time Qin Luo writes, his heart is bleeding!
This is not a number, nor a formula, but a little bit of learning hegemony! And that awesome value-added card.
For half an hour, an hour, two hours, Qin Luo was still writing frantically.
And it didn't mean to stop at all.
As a problem that has plagued mathematicians for hundreds of years, so far there is no problem that can be proved, and his difficulty can be imagined.
This is only the first stage, Qin Luo has already written ten drafts!
"Pata!" Qin Luo put down the pen and looked up and said, "Teacher, I need scratch paper."
Silence, deadly silence.
For a while, everyone in the classroom was dumbfounded.
Someone ran out of scratch paper? how can that be!
Not only the candidates were dumbfounded, but even the invigilators were dumbfounded.
This is Poincaré's conjecture, how could anyone prove it.
