"Okay, let's go, time is coming." Old He snorted coldly and decided not to bother with him for the time being.

But he was thinking that after the meeting, he would have to have a good chat with the students, and also to explain to him other students, stay away from this guy, so as not to be really abducted.

Luo Qing nodded: "Okay, let's go, Professor René, together."

Taking advantage of Mr. He turning around and leaving, Luo Qing looked at Peng Yang again and said quickly: "Student, consider it. SCI District 1 is waiting for you. Four major journals, we have a chance to enter whatever we want.

, We can do whatever the experiment wants to do, and we can all expect the Fields Medal and the Nobel Prize, and you can expect it. Hey hey hey, Mr. He, don’t pull me, I’ll communicate.”

Luo Qing was dragged away by Mr. He, and he did not forget to turn around and continued to fool Peng Yang: "Classmate, think about it seriously, don't come again when you miss the opportunity."

"Go away quickly, don't talk, or you will hit you." Old He was so angry. This guy is so unkind.

Luo Qing was dragged away vigorously, but he did not give up his heart to poach the wall. His eyes fell on the people passing by. His eyebrows and eyes bent, and he felt the soup: "Everyone wants to study in the field of mathematics and physics, and those with potential,

If you want to enter the first district, everyone is welcome to come to my place to register and study. Let’s make progress and explore a more profound future together.”

"Shut up, believe it or not, I'll do it." Old He didn't know whether he should be angry or laughed. This guy is really an "attack" indiscriminately.

If he fools this way, I am afraid that many professors' graduate students, doctoral students, or the seedlings that were originally optimistic, will run away.

He went to the Mathematics Institute later and asked the dean to set up a sign at the door. Wen Luoqing was not allowed to enter the Mathematics Institute and the Mathematics Institute's laboratory.

If he goes in, he will not all the good seedlings there will be fooling him away.

Not to mention, if he was thirty or forty years younger, he would be moved.

Many of the people present were really moved when they heard Luo Qing’s invitation.

This is a real genius boss. Although he seems to be not famous yet and outsiders know very little, the person who came to this academic report alone is enough to prove his academic status.

Even though they have not reached the first position, they believe that sooner or later he will stand up and rule.

Because he is too young.

Young means infinite possibilities.

Now the top group of academic tycoons are getting older, and there is only one person in the new generation who stands proudly and is boasting in the wind.

"Me, what, do you have any contact information for the boss?"

One person asked in a low voice, and the other intentional moments stretched out their tentacles.

"Uh, no."

"Which class did the boss have been in before? Go and ask them."

"Can."

“Go for a walk.”

The group ran away quickly. Peng Yang looked around him and looked blank. These people were too active and were not ready to go to the report meeting.

Well, I probably don’t understand it even after I go there.

However, the point is not this, the point is that he is also crazy and he wants to go.

But what should the professor do? Will he be chased by the professor?

Mr. He took Luo Qing to the No. 1 lecture hall and breathed a sigh of relief.

This guy is really walking all the way and shouting all the way.

I don’t know how many people have been given his mischief. I just hope that my old friends will not cry at that time.

"What's wrong with Mr. He? Why does he seem to be in a bad mood?" When the director of the Mathematics Institute outside the lecture hall saw the two, he smiled and greeted them with a slightly confused expression.

He heard this and glared at Luo Qing: "You ask this guy, can I be in a good mood?"

"Oh, why did we Luo Qing make you angry with Mr. He? Hahaha, it's so rare." The dean was very curious. Mr. He is famous for having a good temper.

He looked at the person who was touching his nose with a little guilty expression, "Luo Qing, why don't you apologize to Mr. He quickly. Mr. He is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and he won't blame you."

"Really?" Luo Qing's eyes bent and he immediately went down the slope: "Old He, don't be angry, it hurts your body. Actually, you think, I am also affirming your vision. How sharp we are

, it's just a wise eye to recognize talents."

Mr. He: ""

"You're a lot of fallacies."

"It's okay, so I just barely fooled it. No, it's the truth." Luo Qing changed his mouth in seconds, with a serious look on his face.

Mr. He: ""

The dean almost laughed, looked at the depressed Mr. He and quickly spoke: "Hehe, it's getting late, go in first. If you have anything to do, I'll talk about it later."

Mr. He snorted coldly and walked in first.

Luo Qing and the dean looked at each other, touched their noses, and followed them in.

This lecture hall is the largest academic exchange site of Peking University. It can accommodate 1,000 people. It is basically not open to use it and cannot be used. It is also used for award ceremony.

At this moment, the lecture hall of thousands of people was already full of people. When Luo Qing came in, they all smiled and said hello.

"Luoqing Wen."

"arts."

"Class Luo Qing."

Luo Qing looked at it and smiled and nodded, "Welcome everyone to come and listen to my report." He walked up to the podium and saw that several spare blackboards had been prepared next to him, and was very satisfied.

"Then we won't say much nonsense. I will calculate the Riemann hypothesis first. If there is any problem, everyone will wait until I finish writing it and ask whatever I want." Luo Qing didn't say nonsense, picked up the pen and started writing on the blackboard.

Regardless of whether the report meeting is about to begin.

As Luo Qing started writing, everyone calmed down and looked at the blackboard seriously.

At the beginning, there were still many people who could keep up, but gradually, there were only the professors and teachers in the front and middle. Later, even many professors struggled.

The only one who followed the steps to the end was the best and most in the middle.

The president of the Critical Institute of Beijing University and the director of the Mathematical Research Center looked at each other, and let down his heart. From the expressions of these big shots, they had already come up with the answer.

There is nothing wrong with Wen Luoqing's calculation of Riemann hypothesis.

Although they all started to check the calculation when he sent it out, the time was too short and it had not been completed.

So it is impossible to say for sure that he proved it.

After all, papers that have been proven have to wait for the submitted journal to find the corresponding master to review, or just submit them directly to the Mathematics Alliance for verification.

This kind of fast, two or three months, may be one or two years slow.

It is very time-consuming and not as fast as the academic report meeting.

Luo Qing was very fast, and he also took some places directly. In less than two hours, he finished writing the entire guesswork, stopped writing, turned around and looked at the huge lecture hall: "Now,

Everyone can start asking questions.”

Later, I directly chose silence, as if I was listening to a heavenly book, and I couldn’t understand at all, so I asked any questions.

The professors and teachers in the middle were also very quiet. It was not that they all understood, but that they understood too little and were not suitable for asking. That was too simple for the big guys in front of them.

Generally, high-end reports are the first home court.

Professor René, sitting in the middle of the first row, stood up first: "Written, you proved very wonderfully, the formula is very beautiful, and it is full of mathematical beauty. In fact, I had already calculated it before,

I think the answer you gave is perfect, but I still want to ask a question?"

"Professor rené, please ask." Luo Qing nodded.

“How much time did you take to make it.”

"In less than two months, I had ideas abroad, but you know it too." Luo Qing said this, and his tone was full of helplessness: "I couldn't do it at that time, so I put it aside. After I came back, I picked it up again.

”

The already quiet lecture hall was gasping for breath.

"Really or not?"

"My God, less than two months?"

"Such a genius?"

"My mom, is this still a human?"

"Will he lie? This is incredible."

"I don't think that his situation was very bad during that period abroad. Even if he had research, he probably didn't have much time."

"It's still hard to believe, it's really shocking."

Tang Zirui was in a group of professors, staring at the people on the stage who were paying attention to it at this moment, and could not hide his jealousy.

Two months.

Two months.

He doesn't believe it!

His eyes were full of sinisterness. Why wasn't he on the stage at this moment? Why did Wen Luoqing do it? Why was he so smart?
To be continued...