Vol 2 Chapter 556: end

"...Below we have invited a professor from Andrews University, Professor Bowers came to power..." As Luo Yang's words came out, Bowers' face was instantly ashen.

For a while, he actually felt like he wanted to quit.

Bite the scalp, Powers stepped onto the report platform.

"The subject of my report today is: Model Conjecture..."

Immediately after, Bowers began to explain.

Model conjecture, an important guess about the rational point of the arithmetic curve.

This conjecture is pretty good, barely able to get into the fourth gear.

If you change the occasion and time, Bowers may be the target of the pursuit, but now it is the annual report of the Princeton Department of Mathematics, and the pool is composed of the top scholars from all over the world.

Mordel guessed that it really didn't matter to them.

Moreover, Bowers felt a sense of lacklustre throughout the reporting process.

If it were not for the face of Andrews University, Deligne even wanted to drive him out.

Perhaps it was because he felt the badness in everyone's eyes. After only ten minutes, Bowers hurriedly ended the report and returned to his seat dingy.

From beginning to end, he only received a little applause.

His eyes were staring at Qin Luo fiercely, and his eyes were full of gloom.

All this was caused by Qin Luo. If Qin Luo were not there, he is now accepting a full house of applause, not Qin Luo!

The report meeting soon came to an end, and a group of Princeton professors came forward and gave Qin Luo a big bear hug.

"Uh……"

To be honest, Qin Luo didn't have a cold for Westerners' unique way of expressing enthusiasm.

However, in a foreign country, Qin Luo really couldn't say anything, so he could only open his arms and embrace the old professors obediently.

"Congratulations, Professor Qin, your name is destined to be recorded in history." Soon an old man with a bald hair said to Qin Luo.

Farsyan, the winner of the highest achievement in the history of mathematics, and the winner of the Fields Medal, has deep research in algebraic geometry, Abelian cluster parameter space, Riemann-Roch theorem of arithmetic surfaces, and Hodge theory.

Qin Luo's little achievement was a younger brother in front of Far Jens.

Thinking about it, Qin Luo glanced at the little remaining hair of the other party.

Whether in academic achievement or age, Qin Luo is the younger brother.

"Professor, you laughed." Qin Luo humbly smiled: "It is far from being recorded in history."

Is it far?

Farjens couldn't deny a smile. Mathematics is different from other subjects. It is a genius subject.

And Qin Luo happened to be a genius.

Qin Luo's achievements are already higher than those achieved by many scholars alone. He is only short of a trophy or a medal.

But Farjens didn't worry at all, trophies and medals were at hand for Qin Luo.

He can even imagine that in the next period of time, Qin Luo will be softened by winning the prize.

"By the way, there is one more thing that I need to tell you in advance. We old men discussed and decided to include your paper in the January Journal of Mathematics."

"Is this against the rules?"

According to the process, if you want to publish a paper in a mathematics journal, you must submit it to the mailbox of Princeton, and then go through a lot of review and finally approved by the school before it can be published.