Chapter 93 The Poincaré Conjecture Can Never Be Proved
"Brother Sun, you are really our idol."
"Brother Sun, my English is not good. You have to cover me on this trip to the United States."
"Boss, please have some tea..."
"..."
Picking up the teacup happily, Sun Hua took a shallow sip.
"Ding, the national final result list has been announced, please pay attention to check it."
Just then, everyone's cell phone rang.
They know that the final results of the national finals have finally been calculated.
The High School Affiliated to Yan University has a total score of 115 points, of which Ou Yilin scored 40 points! 20 points in the first half and an amazing 20 points in the second half!
The Central China team has a total score of 97 points, of which Sun Hua has 33 points!
The Southwest Provincial Team has a total score of 172 points, of which Qin Luo has 100 points! Full marks!
...
"How? Are we number one?" Sun Hua asked confidently.
"Gulu~" The team members swallowed their saliva and said with a gray face, "Brother Sun, something happened..."
Don't say number one, they're not even number two!
problem occurs? Eileen?
"Show me..." He took the phone in his companion's hand and glanced lightly.
Slap!
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, and the teacup in his hand shattered instantly.
How is this possible! He could hardly believe his eyes.
Among the many 0 points, a name stands out as if it stands out from the crowd.
Qin Luo 100 points! Full marks again!
Sun Hua is about to go crazy. It's only been less than a minute since he satirized Qin Luo with confidence, and now he was thrown into the abyss!
"Impossible, how could Qin Luo get a full score!" Sun Hua's face was grim, and his pupils burst out with red light, bloodthirsty and terrifying.
Why does Qin Luo get full marks?
If it were an ordinary test question, it would be fine, but now it is one of the thousand-year-old problems of Poincaré's conjecture, which has stumped countless top mathematicians. How could Qin Luo prove it!
"Brother Sun, do you think there is something tricky in this?"
"Yes, there must be a problem here, Qin Luo can never get full marks."
"No, we have to ask."
"..."
Sun Hua's face was sinking like water, and a cold glow flashed in his eyes.
It is true that he also thinks that there is a problem here, but this is the national final, the most serious mathematics league in China, how could there be a problem.
"Bang!" At this moment, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and Song Qiaodong walked in with a dark face.
He looked around and said to Sun Hua, "Follow me."
After all, Song Qiaodong turned around and left without stopping.
Qin Luo got full marks! He had to discuss this matter with the competition team.
The Poincaré conjecture can never be proven.
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The central auditorium, where the preparations for the upcoming award ceremony are in full swing.
Wang Xuecai, Song Baoguo, and Zhou Haizhong, who were presenters of the awards, slowly walked towards the auditorium. This award ceremony can be said to be specially held for Qin Luo.
Suddenly, a large group of people rushed in, most of them were leading teachers from various places.
They rushed to the organizer in a hurry.
"President Fang, we need an explanation, how could someone get full marks!"
"The Poincaré conjecture can never be proved by a high school student."
"Mr. Fang, we do not accept this result."
"..."
Fang Ming, president of the Huaxia Mathematical Association, leads the mathematics competitions in various regions of China. At the same time, he is also the head of the Mathematics Department of Yan University.
"Noisy! Noisy! Quiet me!" Fang Ming shouted loudly.
