"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Just like the knock on the door that day.

Chen Zhou glanced at the formula on the draft paper, sighed lightly, and got up to open the door.

Just like that day, Dean Sun and his group were standing at the door.

Senior brother Xu Chenyang is also here.

Director Sun looked at Chen Zhou's haggard face and asked with concern: "How is it?"

Chen Zhou really wants to answer, maybe it would be better if you don’t knock on the door...

But he also knew that he had no time to stay in the room and continue researching.

His presentation will soon begin.

"It's okay." Chen Zhou said again, "Wait for me, I'll go wash my face."

"Okay, we'll wait for you." Dean Sun nodded and said.

Chen Zhou turned around and went back to the room and walked into the bathroom.

The dark circles cannot be eliminated for the time being, but temperament must be handsome!

After washing up, Chen Zhou looked at himself in the mirror, yes, perfect temperament!

After changing his clothes, Chen Zhou and Dean Sun and others headed towards the venue.

It's exactly 2 pm.

In the MIT auditorium, the main lecture hall of the conference.

Although it is not the kind of auditorium that accommodates thousands of people, it is enough to accommodate four or five hundred people.

The audience was crowded with people, and the seats of this auditorium were all filled.

In addition, there are many people standing.

Because previous news from all aspects has spread throughout MIT and the entire mathematics community.

Therefore, many people came for Chen Zhou's report meeting.

The people in the audience are not only unknown little people, but also mathematical masters like Faltings and Delinie.

There are also many MIT students.

Chen Zhou, standing on the podium, looked at the darkness below the audience, and there was not much nervousness.

He has seen many such scenes.

But today is a little special.

On the table on the podium, only a few draft papers brought by Chen Zhou were placed.

There is nothing else other than that.

After looking at the contents on the draft paper, Chen Zhou's heart became calmer.

When the staff of the conference team reminded him that he could start, Chen Zhou slowly said to the microphone: "I believe many people have heard about me. Originally, this report was arranged on the first day, and the content of the report was also

Proof of hail conjecture.”

"But for my personal reasons, this report will add content from Kramel's conjecture and distribution deconstruction. I think many of you are also aiming at the new content. However, this part of the content is still incomplete.

.”

Speaking of this, Chen Zhou glanced at the audience, and everyone was confused because of his words.

He smiled slightly and continued, "So, for everyone's precious time, I have improved this part of the content again."

As soon as these words came out, the audience became restless.

This means that he has improved the distribution deconstruction method again?

Or, he has proved the Kramel conjecture?

Without too much explanation, Chen Zhou turned to the staff of the conference team and said, "Do you have a whiteboard?"

The staff member was obviously stunned and asked hesitantly: "Do you need a whiteboard?"

Chen Zhou nodded: "Yes, I'm in trouble."

After thinking about it, Chen Zhou added: "Don't forget to bring another pen."

"Okay, OK."

Although the staff member didn't know what Chen Zhou was going to do, he had already received a notice in advance to cooperate with Chen Zhou and soon brought a whiteboard with other staff members.

After taking the pen he wanted, Chen Zhou said "Thank you" softly, and then told the staff to turn off the projector.

Turning around and facing the whiteboard, Chen Zhou landed the pen in his hand on the whiteboard without hesitation.

The answer is already in his heart, and he wants to complete the interrupted proof here!

Chen Zhou held the pen in his hand very steadily.

Lines of formulas appeared on the whiteboard.

The originally restless crowd in the audience suddenly became quiet.

They only have one idea in their minds. Is Chen Zhou really going to prove the Kramel conjecture here?

So much so that the unreasonable actions made by this person who did not play according to common sense, only said a few words to the opening, and even did not let PPT go, were selected and ignored by them.

What ppt is put like this genius?

Does it prove that the scene of Kramel's conjecture is not better than PPT?

I thought so, but it made people suffer from the back row and the onlookers.

The whiteboard is so big, they really can't see clearly...

"Well, Professor Dale, Dr. James, do you want to stop him?"

At this time, next to the podium, the staff who helped Chen Zhou lift the whiteboard finally saw the backbone.

"Stop? Are you going to ruin this historic moment?" James yelled in a low voice.

"Don't get angry. You shouldn't be more religious at this moment?" Dell patted James on the shoulder and said to the staff: "You guys prepare a few more whiteboards to make sure what he needs!"

"Okay, professor!" the staff responded quickly, fleeing James, who was still glaring.

After explaining, Dell began to look out of the audience and find a suitable position.

Noting Dell's work, James asked in confusion: "What are you looking at?"

Dell said without looking back: "Are you going to watch his performance here?"

James suddenly realized and also learned from Dell to look around.

But unfortunately, there is probably no suitable viewing location in the audience.

At this moment, Faltings, Delinje and others who were in an excellent position were talking to each other.

"Do you think he can succeed?" Delinie tilted his head slightly and said to Faltings.

"Can't you see that?" Faltings frowned and looked at Chen Zhou on the stage.

"The formula written by Chen is not much different from his paper, and the key point has not yet arrived." Langlands, also one of the reviewers of Chen Zhou's paper, spoke out.

Deliney smiled and stopped talking.

On the stage, Chen Zhou had blocked all the external interference, and his attention was all focused on the whiteboard in front of him.

The ink ink flows out slowly at a uniform speed, and lines of formulas with mathematical aesthetics are drawn on the whiteboard.

A whiteboard is not enough to carry this beauty.

However, before Chen Zhou turned around, the staff had already lifted the second whiteboard at the right time.

Chen Zhou nodded slightly to the staff and walked slowly to the second whiteboard.

Raise your hand and write.

There was no pause at all.

His proof continues!

Because of Chen Zhou's change of position, no one could block the first whiteboard.

All were shown to everyone present.

The person who was originally on tiptoe was finally able to let his sore feet fall to the ground for a rest.

Without worrying about foot pain, they can finally concentrate on looking at the formula on the whiteboard.

Of course, there were also people's eyes that followed Chen Zhou's moving pen tip.
Chapter completed!