"Brother Cool, please give me a photo! Please give me a photo!"

"Don't……"

Chen Zhou didn't expect that this foreign girl even learned the Chinese style...

After finally escaping from the last cell phone camera, he felt exhausted.

Subconsciously, he glanced at his arm.

This time, there should be no problem...

After escaping from the crowd, Chen Zhou accelerated his pace and walked towards the hotel.

Take advantage of this time and go back and have a rest.

Doesn’t this mean there will be a closing ceremony and dinner tonight?

Can't you be full of energy and perfectly show your handsomeness and temperament?

Chen Zhou still feels a little regretful about not being able to complete today's performance with the most perfect temperament image.

But in fact, what Chen Zhou didn't think was that if he was more perfect, he might not have left the crowd yet.

When he returned to the hotel, Chen Zhou was surprised that he was stopped by the front desk lady last night.

"Mr. Chen, your pallet."

Looking at the smile on the front desk lady's face, Chen Zhou was a little embarrassed: "Uh...thank you..."

After reaching out to take the tray, Chen Zhou walked away quickly.

The front desk lady looked at Chen Zhou's departure back and couldn't help but laugh.

This little brother is quite interesting, but he hasn't gotten to contact information yet.

Then she stroked her cheek gently. Could it be that she was not beautiful enough?

After returning to the room, Chen Zhou's stomach protested for a long time when he looked at the steaming food.

Chen Zhou solved these foods after a few steps.

Although this meal was in a hurry, I was quite satisfied.

You know, he has been hungry for almost a day and a night...

Night falls outside the hotel.

Chen Zhou was woken up by the phone ringtone.

It was not Dean Sun's phone number, but a strange number.

After thinking about it, Dean Sun and the others should have come back, waiting for the closing ceremony and the beginning of the dinner.

This time, Chen Zhou did not send a message to Dean Sun like last time.

Otherwise, Dean Sun would have to look for him again.

Looking at the phone that was still ringing, Chen Zhou pressed the answer button.

"Hey, hello, I'm Chen Zhou."

"Chen Zhou, where did you go? I searched for you for a long time but couldn't find you."

Hearing this voice, Chen Zhou couldn't help but be stunned. Professor Zhang Shouwu is looking for him?

After moving the phone a little bit away, Chen Zhou noticed that he had slept for less than three hours.

If we count from leaving the MIT campus, the old man has been looking for him for nearly three hours.

It wasn't until now that I remembered to call myself?

"Ahem..." Chen Zhou coughed twice and said, "Professor Zhang, is there anything you have to do with me?"

Zhang Shouwu asked back without answering, "Where are you?"

Chen Zhou replied: "In the hotel."

"Wait for me, I'll come to find you!"

After Zhang Shouwu said that, he hung up the phone, leaving only Chen Zhou confused.

Chen Zhou, who was lying down again, couldn't help but mutter: "Is there anything I can't say on the phone? I can sleep for a while after I say it."

Now I can't sleep anymore, but I can still lie down for a while.

About ten minutes later, the door of Chen Zhou's room was knocked.

Chen Zhou got up reluctantly and went to open the door.

Looking at Zhang Shouwu who was rushing outside the door, Chen Zhou asked strangely: "Professor Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Shouwu said: "Old Zhang...he..."

Chen Zhou's expression suddenly became tight. Could it be that something happened to Professor Zhang Yitang?

"Professor Zhang, don't be anxious, just talk slowly."

Chen Zhou helped Zhang Shouwu into the house.

Zhang Shouwu breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over quickly, his body was really unable to bear it.

"I'm still old, I've just walked this little road..."

Seeing Zhang Shouwu sitting on the chair and resting, Chen Zhou couldn't help but hurriedly said, "Professor Zhang, what's wrong with Professor Zhang Yitang?"

"Yes, yes, I'm here to tell you about Lao Zhang. I think about it, what should I say..."

Chen Zhou looked at Zhang Shouwu speechlessly.

Zhang Shouwu finally said: "Old Zhang bought a plane ticket overnight and returned to California."

Chen Zhou frowned slightly, not understanding what it means.

Zhang Shouwu continued: "Old Zhang listened to your report meeting very seriously throughout the whole session, and he almost never made a mistake."

"After you complete the proof of the Kramel conjecture and leave the lines of formulas about the Jepov conjecture, Lao Zhang is like a devil."

"He said, it was like that, so it was like that, and then he went to the airport alone without even calling him."

"Later I called him and found out that he was going to rush back to California and go back to school to retreat. I have a new idea of ​​the research on the twin prime conjecture."

"That's how..." After hearing Zhang Shouwu's words, Chen Zhou felt relieved.

Zhang Shouwu made him think something happened to Zhang Yitang.

It turns out that it is a study of twin prime conjecture, and has new ideas.

This is a good thing.

It was also something Chen Zhou was happy to see.

Seeing the smile on Chen Zhou's face, Zhang Shouwu couldn't help asking: "I said, were you two playing puzzles in front of me that day? You got inspiration from him and solved the Clamel conjecture.

Now he has gained new ideas from you, and is rushing back to retreat to solve the twin prime guesses. Why didn’t I get inspiration?”

"This...maybe...the time has not come..." Chen Zhou held back his smile and quipped.

Zhang Shouwu: “…”

He chatted with Zhang Shouwu for a few more words and comforted the "frustrated" old man.

Chen Zhou went to wash up and prepared to attend the closing ceremony and dinner tonight.

Speaking of which, this time, Chen Zhou has not had any contact with other mathematicians except Zhang Yitang and Zhang Shouwu.

7 pm.

In the hotel's specially arranged banquet hall, the academic conference is about to end.

This academic conference was actually led by the American Mathematical Association and the American Mathematical Society.

MIT serves as the organizer, providing venues and manpower.

The American Mathematics Society, also known as Ams, was founded in 1888.

It has more than 30,000 individual members and 570 unit members worldwide.

Among them, the Chinese mathematicians included Qiu Chengtong and Tao Zhexuan.

Among the domestic ones are Professor Long Yiming, Academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, Professor Chen Famu, etc.

Unlike AMS, the American Mathematics Association, which is a professional group, is more concerned with university mathematics education.

Members include college and university teachers, graduates and ungraduated college students, as well as mathematicians and scientists.

At the same time, maa is also a famous publisher of professional and popular mathematics books.

Therefore, the closing ceremony of this conference was also co-chaired by Maa and Ams.

As the closing ceremony began, the hall became quiet.

After the regular operation, a figure slowly walked onto the stage.

This person is no one else, the newly elected chairman of Maa, and the first non-white chairman in Maa's history, Francis Sue.

More importantly, this is a Chinese mathematician.

At the closing ceremony of such an academic conference that witnesses history, a Chinese mathematician gave a final closing speech.
Chapter completed!