Chapter 203 Not convinced? Then let me show you my skills (4k)
Originally, I wanted to take advantage of Xu Qingshan's joke to belittle Xu Qingshan. After hearing the teacher Tian Gang's words to support Xu Qingshan, he swallowed his words and could only dryly applaud a few times.
Xu Qingshan’s self-introduction and joke start with a gun and a stick.
Although it didn't make the original atmosphere of the conversation better, it also made the controversy around him stop a little.
After all, it's normal.
No one likes messing with someone who looks like a powerful shit-troublemaker.
But there will always be people who don’t believe in evil.
Xu Qingshan smiled and nodded, especially bowing slightly towards the teacher. He was about to step down and find a seat to sit down and see how these Peking University teachers would persuade these non-returners to return to China.
The result was that he didn't even have time to leave the podium.
Zhang Wei frowned and suddenly made a comment.
"Young people should put more effort into their studies."
His words came out.
The teachers over there don't look very good.
Especially Tian Gang.
At that time, Tian Gang actually wanted to recruit Zhang Wei to study for another year or two and train him properly.
But Zhang Wei couldn't stand it anymore and had already caught up with Zhang Shouwu and walked away, and has now successfully made academic achievements.
Zhang Wei began to do research on the Kudala conjecture in 2005, and also found an original proof method, and in his doctoral thesis he promoted Richard Borcherz's result under certain conditions, that is, Yu Kudala conjecture in the case of dimension 1, and through this process, Kudala conjecture is basically proved.
Currently, we are cooperating with Yuan Xinyi and Zhang Shouwu to try to prove a series of conjecture results related to the Gross-Zagier formula in terms of BSD conjecture.
Zhang Wei is only 28 years old this year.
He believes that he has enough capital and strength to not give Tian Gang this face,
What's more, for him.
He is different from other classmates and brothers.
He has received a guarantee from researcher Benjamin Peirce that as long as his subsequent postdoctoral research at Harvard can produce a core result, he will be able to obtain this important resume and lay an excellent foundation for his future career as a teacher. .
So it’s okay if he doesn’t return to this country.
The reason we came back to watch together this time was actually because Xu Chenyang kept inviting me. For the sake of this good friend, he could only give me some face.
But as soon as I came back, there were teachers who were boasting that this year Beijing University would recruit another junior fellow student who had the style of their golden generation.
That sounds like an 18-year-old kid who hasn't even entered school yet will definitely be able to stand alongside them in the future.
Zhang Wei is very confident.
There is still a long way to go. I am a genius among geniuses, an absolute leader among the younger generation in academia, especially in mathematics.
He was unhappy, not only with Xu Qingshan, but also with Tian Gang.
"How does the senior know that I haven't worked hard on my studies?"
Xu Qingshan stopped and stood still on the explanation platform.
He slowly narrowed his eyes.
Asked Zhang Wei softly.
Anyone who is familiar with Xu Qingshan knows this.
If Xu Qingshan shows this expression to you, don't hesitate.
run!
Run as far as you can!
Never give him a chance to disgust you and take revenge on you!
But Zhang Wei obviously didn't understand Xu Qingshan.
He ignored the dissatisfied glances from Tian Gang and others over there, as well as the various hints from Xu Chenyang and others around him, and stood up from his position.
Two young people.
One is 18 years old and the other is 28 years old.
One on stage, one off stage.
But the same high spirits, the same tit-for-tat.
"Do you have anything worth offering?"
Zhang Wei sarcastically said.
"What gave you the courage to stand on the stage and speak nonsense to the cutting-edge scholars here as a child who can only write the history of mathematics?"
"You are simply insulting scientific research."
What Zhang Wei said is not serious.
Everyone else present frowned, but this frown was not directed at Xu Qingshan, but at Zhang Wei.
His words are too heavy for an 18-year-old young man who is already able to create SCI journal papers.
"Given by Liang Jingru."
"Dr. Zhang Wei."
Xu Qingshan said calmly.
He was not affected by Zhang Wei's accusation at all, but said in a calm and calm tone.
"I want to ask you first, how dare you assume that I can only write the history of mathematics?"
"Um?"
Zhang Wei was shocked by Xu Qingshan's serious answer to Liang Jingru.
Who Liang Jingru was didn't come to mind for a while.
He was immediately stimulated by Xu Qingshan's questioning.
"Don't think that relying on your relationship with Teacher Chen Dayue and having a paper ghostwritten by someone unknown, you can ride on the head of your predecessors and show off your power."
"Young man, you are not worthy."
The sarcastic look on Zhang Wei's face is really disgusting.
But his words also made the teachers sitting there very dissatisfied. Tian Gang was not a particularly good-tempered person to begin with, and he was about to stand up and return these words to Zhang Wei.
He himself has also experienced being wildly attacked for academic misconduct.
Now Xu Qingshan is about to enter Beijing University. Even if he is not in the School of Mathematics, with his qualifications, he is likely to make a considerable contribution to the Mathematics Research Center in the future. Tian Gang has already regarded him as a candidate for training.
He could accept Zhang Wei not coming back.
Because the country really cannot provide the conditions that Zhang Wei can reach now.
But he couldn't accept Zhang Wei attacking Xu Qingshan like this.
But before Tian Gang slapped the table and stood up to speak, Xu Qingshan continued to speak with an indifferent expression.
"It seems that Dr. Zhang is not convinced."
"It's okay, it's a small thing."
"Not convinced?"
"Then I'll show you my skills."
Xu Qingshan regained his smile. Although he was still smiling, he looked confident of winning.
This made Chen Dayue, who was about to reprimand Zhang Wei, and Tian Gang, who was about to slam the table, suddenly retracted their temper and waited for Xu Qingshan to show some performance on the scene.
"Humph, let's see how you smooth things over."
Zhang Wei sat down.
Xu Qingshan's attitude was clearly to prove his academic ability on the spot.
But an 18-year-old high school graduate has not even received a general education from university. What academic knowledge can he know? What kind of scientific research can you understand?
He is a piece of shit!
Zhang Wei was filled with arrogance.
Xu Qingshan stood in front of the explanation desk.
He did not bring with him the draft he compiled last time, but he did not need a draft because every step and every word in the process of proving the weak twin prime conjecture was recorded in his mind.
He faced the whiteboard.
I just quietly closed my eyes, immersed myself in this space, and felt the changes in the world.
In the eyes of others, Xu Qingshan stood motionless in front of the whiteboard, like a tree. But in Xu Qingshan's world.
The whiteboard in front of him was like a piece of white paper that was constantly expanding and extending. It seemed to wrap up the entire world, giving him countless space and inspiration.
Thoughts are like birds that are not imprisoned, flying freely on the white paper.
The tables and chairs in the conference room were all twisting, tangled, and spinning wildly, like twisted pieces being thrown out.
The whole world is changing, but Xu Qingshan remains motionless, independent of this space.
light!
Just when everyone in the conference room thought Xu Qingshan was about to fall asleep.
But he suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, he held a marker in one hand, pressed the whiteboard with the other, and began to write the first line of calculations on the whiteboard.
When he writes, he will not be disturbed by the outside world at all.
The whole person is immersed in the world of mathematics.
He didn't hear the discussions behind him, didn't hear the cicadas chirping outside the window, didn't hear everyone's beating heartbeats and chaotic breathing.
He is the only one left in his world.
An attempt to prove the identity of the weak twin prime conjecture.
If the people in the conference room were not already considered as international cutting-edge mathematics academic researchers, they might not be able to keep up with Xu Qingshan's ideas.
I saw that Xu Qingshan was motionless, and his movements were as fast as lightning.
A line of calculations.
Two lines of calculation.
Three lines of calculation.
Although they were not able to see what Xu Qingshan wanted to do at the first time, they were able to quickly pinpoint Xu Qingshan's current research scope from these calculations.
field of number theory.
Moreover, I am more inclined to the field of algebraic number theory.
The people present couldn't help but look at Liu Ruochuan.
The most vertical field here is related to him, but others must still understand it.
This gathering of eyes was very short-lived. After all, everyone did not think that Xu Qingshan could come up with something that needed to be analyzed by experts in extremely professional fields at this time.
Even Chen Dayue, who had great confidence in him, did not dare to think so.
After all, the study of mathematics is boring and heavy.
After all, there are only a few mathematicians who can become famous at a young age.
More mathematicians have thoroughly consolidated their mathematical foundation through continuous learning and accumulation, and used different mathematical tools to equip themselves with strong analytical capabilities, thereby fighting at the forefront of mathematical research.
But when Xu Qingshan’s calculation reached the fifth line.
Tian Gang, who was sitting next to him, frowned. He sat up straight while leaning on the chair, staring firmly at the whiteboard in front of Xu Qingshan.
When the calculation reached the seventh line, Wang Shichen tilted his head and continued to read Xu Qingshan's writing on the blackboard.
When they reached the tenth line, the other teachers, as well as Liu Ruochuan, who was taking out a small notebook to record attentively, seemed to have some realization.
It wasn't until Xu Qingshan finished writing the preliminary calculations and there was no space on the whiteboard that the others thoughtfully rummaged through their notebooks and scratch paper to prepare for recording and calculation.
A whiteboard of calculations and derivations.
It is enough to prove that Xu Qingshan's strength is not as shallow as his joke.
For this basic skill in number theory, not even 18-year-old graduate students can compare with him.
The whiteboard in front of Xu Qingshan is full of words.
He paused subconsciously and picked up the whiteboard eraser in his hand, wondering whether he needed to erase these before continuing to write.
"Use this and continue."
Tian Gang suddenly stood up.
Academician Tian trotted to the corner and pulled out the piled whiteboards. He quickly took off the whiteboard in front of Xu Qingshan and put it aside, then replaced him with a new whiteboard with his own hands.
"Thanks."
Xu Qingshan smiled and nodded.
At this moment, there is no teacher-student relationship, only exchanges between scholars.
"Are you trying to prove the weak twin prime conjecture according to the second proof method of Goldbach's conjecture?"
Tian Gang helped Xu Qingshan change the whiteboard, looked at the whiteboard full of calculations on the side, then looked at Xu Qingshan who was about to continue the writing process, and asked.
"Yes and no."
Xu Qingshan thought for a while and replied.
What?
Prove the weak twin prime conjecture?
Everyone here who has studied number theory carefully in the past or has paid attention to the field of number theory in recent years will naturally know the weak twin prime conjecture.
It's just that they never thought that a prospective college student would be standing in front of them, writing calculations on the whiteboard, ready to solve this problem for everyone on the spot.
"This is impossible!"
Zhang Wei opened his eyes wide and turned pale.
But judging from his academic level, even though he is not particularly good at this aspect, Xu Qingshan's first arithmetic blackboard has proved that this young man has sufficient attainments in this aspect.
“Nothing is impossible, but it’s still incredible.”
Liu Ruochuan couldn't hold it back and said something to Zhang Wei.
The pen in his hand moved very quickly, recording quickly.
For him, Xu Qingshan is a treasure.
He had just thought of cooperating with Xu Qingshan when Xu Qingshan didn't come.
His original idea was that he would run outside for a few more years, and when he came back, his junior brother would be well-educated and have relatively strong scientific research capabilities.
After all, he could issue SCI and go to ICML for meetings. Liu Ruochuan was very optimistic about Xu Qingshan.
But who knows.
This kid is not just what he shows, he also hides such a skill.
It’s just that.
Liu Ruochuan thought of a question very unconscionably.
Xu Qingshan had already shown such mathematical talent and achieved a certain degree of scientific research ability before enrolling at Beijing University.
Can Xu Qingshan still be said to have been trained by Beijing University?
It’s hard to say.
"Because I haven't fully proved it yet. I'm just showing you my reasoning process."
Xu Qingshan first said to Tian Gang seriously.
Then he turned back and glared at Zhang Wei.
"Be quiet and watch."
Zhang Wei remained silent.
I have to say that when he was engaged in scientific research, Xu Qingshan's aura was still a bit fierce.
There are all scholars here, and no one can withstand Xu Qingshan’s charlatanism.
"You really have a personality. I like this little junior brother."
Liu Ruochuan: Hehe.
Liu Ruochuan said with a smile when he saw Zhang Wei was embarrassed.
"Senior Brother Ruochuan, please be quiet! You've disturbed me."
Liu Ruochuan: No hehe.
Xu Qingshan's markers were flying on the whiteboard. People present rarely saw mathematicians deducing on the spot that could use Xu Qingshan's writing speed.
Obviously.
These inference processes were not what Xu Qingshan thought about on the spot, but he had been doing this work recently and kept it in mind.
Tian Gang, the senior academician, just stood by as an assistant to help change the whiteboard.
It's just that the whiteboards he replaced are all held in his own hands, preventing others from grabbing them.
(End of chapter)