862 The Dust Settles

What do you mean to begin with the basic part?

Do you plan on giving a lecture to all these great mathematicians?

Molina had a weird look on her face as she stared at Lu Zhou like Lu Zhou was a lunatic.

This isn’t a Princeton number theory lecture!

There are more than a dozen Fields Medal medalists sitting here, not to mention Abel Prize winners…

This guy is crazy!

Sitting nearby was Tao Zhexuan. He had a completely different look on his face. His look of enthusiasm had turned into excitement. He quietly muttered to himself, “I see, I see…”

Molina looked over and couldn’t help but ask, “What do you mean?”

“He’s correct!”

Tao Zhexuan had finished figuring it out. He loosened his shoulders and leaned back in his chair. He had a confident smile on his face, as if he were born with a 230 IQ…

“If you’re curious, just continue watching.”

Actually, Tao Zhexuan didn’t have to say this.

Because Molina was already watching.

Not just Molina, but Schultz, who was sitting on the other side of the lecture hall, also watched intently.

Ever since Lu Zhou erased the whiteboard and wrote down the first line of text, his attention was fully focused on the whiteboard.

“Hyperelliptic curve analysis?”

Akshay, who was sitting next to him, frowned. He had a dignified look in his eyes.

“What is he doing?”

“He’s promoting his weapon to us.” Schultz stared at the whiteboard and grinned as he said with a smile, “It’s like he’s an arms dealer.”

“I know, but…”

It was almost like there was a cotton ball stuck in Akshay’s throat as his pupils expanded. His eyes looked surprised.

Schultz looked at his friend and smiled. He then voiced out his thoughts.

“Turning a topological space classifying tool into an algebraic geometry finite field cluster… Algebraic geometry is incredible, isn’t it?”

After a long time, Akshay nodded.

“Yeah…”

Maybe he was wrong.

Lu Zhou wasn’t the youthful and arrogant one at all…

That marker on the whiteboard was like a torch, lighting the way for a maze that had been untouched for 2 centuries!

Dark clouds gathered in the sky outside the auditorium.

There was nothing but silence in the auditorium. Other than Lu Zhou’s explanations, nothing else could be heard.

After a while, Lu Zhou stopped explaining. However, everyone still watched him write on the whiteboard.

Lu Zhou was completely immersed in the world of numbers and operators, and he totally ignored anything besides himself and this whiteboard.

The lines of calculations began to flow like a river, and thousands of streams from the river poured into the audience’s laps…

Outside the auditorium.

Wang Peng felt something on his nose.

He looked up and saw the cloudy sky.

‘It’s raining.”

“Yeah…” Yang Guangbiao, who was leaning against a wall with his hand in his pocket, nodded and said, “I looked at the weather forecast yesterday, it’s going to rain heavily.”

Wang Peng: “Did the People’s Liberation Army General Staff Department find any suspicious activity regarding the report?”

Yang Guangbiao: “No, what about you guys?”

Wang Peng: “Everything is normal.”

Yang Guangbiao: “… Normal is great.”

“Yeah…” Wang Peng lit up a cigarette and blew out a circle of smoke. He then said, “That makes me feel a little better.”

Wang Peng was obviously relieved to hear that everything was fine.

Even though he didn’t understand mathematical problems very well…

He could tell that this report was very important to China’s academic community.

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Therefore, it was also important to him.

A couple of minutes later, the rain began to pour.

Thousands of raindrops splashed on the brick floors of the auditorium entrance.

The striking thunder sounded like a bell, echoing throughout the silent auditorium.

Suddenly, the marker flowing on the whiteboard stopped.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and quietly waited.

Gradually, a smile appeared on Lu Zhou’s face.

“Time to wrap up,” Lu Zhou muttered to himself.

As if the marker were a thunder striking through the clouds, he wrote down a single line.

Professor Faltings’ attention was on the whiteboard as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Using the Plancherel formula for the Heisenberg group…

“As well as…Étale cohomology!

“No, it’s different… So this is why hyperelliptic curve analysis is? I see…”

Suddenly, a thought appeared in his mind.

For some reason, he saw Lu Zhou resemble someone that he knew…

“No wonder…”

The old man in the crowd muttered to himself, “No wonder that person chose him to inherit his legacy.”

Everything was over.

Like playing the last key of a piano symphony, Lu Zhou wrote down the last character.

The moment he finished writing, the entire venue seemed to be frozen, like in an oil painting.

The only thing that moved was the clock on the wall…

Lu Zhou looked at the whiteboard and broke the silence.

“Hyperelliptic curve analysis… That’s what I named this.”

He turned around and looked at the shocked faces. He paused for a second before saying, “Of course, I came up with this name on the spot. Maybe I’ll rename it once I think of a better name.”

He placed the marker on the whiteboard stand and walked back to the podium. He then placed his hands gently on the podium.

“I’m sure, with your abilities, it is not difficult for you to understand this theory. Professor Faltings, I’m sure you wouldn’t have asked that question if you understood this theory.”

Lu Zhou looked at Professor Faltings.

Lu Zhou waited for a couple of seconds, but the old man didn’t respond. He looked around the venue and continued, “The critical line method is an interesting proof idea, and the hyperelliptic curve analysis method is the tool that actually solved the problem. Just like the binary search algorithm that we all learned in high school, we can reduce the value of ε gradually approaching our goal… Finally allowing Re (s) = 1-ε = 1/2.

“I just proved the existence of ε. I hope that answers your questions.

“That is my entire theorem.”

After that, Lu Zhou shut his mouth.

The auditorium was dead silent.

No one moved, no one spoke.

Everyone was waiting for Faltings to answer.

No one understood Riemann’s hypothesis better than Faltings, so Faltings was the best person to make a conclusion.

Faltings loosened his shoulders, then tightened them again.

With the entire auditorium watching him, Professor Faltings stood silent for a long time.

After a while, he raised his right hand and put on his black hat.

“You’re correct.”

His words traveled through the auditorium.

Those words echoed in everyone’s mind.

Lu Zhou nodded toward the old man and smiled sincerely.

“Thank you.”

After that, he bowed to the audience and announced the end of the report.

The moment he turned away from the podium…

Deafening applause filled the entire auditorium!