Chapter 388 Xu Qingzhou's evil intentions are still there After taking the photos, Xu Qingzhou first sent them to Ms. Wang and her husband, and then opened the Song family group chat to send the photos. Last year during the Spring Festival, when Xu Qingzhou visited the Song family, Old Song pulled him in. However, compared to the Xu family's chat group, the Song family's is a bit quiet. Old Song is busy with work, and Zhang Junli is also aloof, so they don't chat much. After Xu Qingzhou sent the photos and told the four middle-aged men far away in Chengdu about the situation on the scene, he continued to listen to the defense of the school beauty Song. Liberal arts papers are quite different from science papers. It also takes a lot of work for a science student to take three weeks to finish writing the simulation software, drawings, and design specifications, as well as more than 30 references, while a liberal arts student can finish everything within a week, including checking for plagiarism. Many people say that the threshold for liberal arts is low and you can pass it with just a little effort. But Xu Qingzhou feels that there are also invisible barriers. For the liberal arts, if you want to produce something, it is simply impossible without sufficient foundation. If you want the logic to be smooth, the words to be concise and elegant, and the content to be valuable, you need a very high level. The whole process was stress-free and went smoothly. After Song Yao finished her defense, she did not stay long. During the break, she said hello to Li Daiyue and left with Xu Qingzhou and the others.
"Xiaoyao, you are so awesome." Zhang Qiong was still sighing. "sharp." Xu Qingzhou squeezed Song Yao's hand. Song Yao raised her eyebrows: "Routine operation." "." "I don't want to eat dog food anymore, you two. I want to eat." "agree!" At noon, Song Yao treated everyone to a meal, and the group went out in a mighty procession and found a nice restaurant in the Changchunyuan district. Unlike others, Song Yao received her graduation certificate and degree certificate in the afternoon. When she came out of Li Daiyue's office, she found that Xu Qingzhou, who had just said he was going to the bathroom and was waiting for her downstairs, was gone. "This guy fell into the toilet?" "Junior Song." A mean voice came from behind. Song Yao turned around and saw her boyfriend holding a big bouquet of tulips, looking at her with a smile. Xu Qingzhou said: "Congratulations on your graduation." Song Yao stared at the bouquet of flowers, her eyes moist. When she went out, she saw the person she loved waiting for her with flowers in his arms, and her heart felt warm. bang~ "." Xu Qingzhou covered his chest, indicating that his brain was short-circuited, "Song Yao, I gave you flowers and you hit me?" "You don't like it?" Song Yao asked back. "." Xu Qingzhou was a little crazy.
Joking aside, Song Yao walked over, tiptoed, and pecked Xu Qingzhou, "Teacher Xu, thank you." "That's good enough. Let's go and take some pictures." Xu Qingzhou was satisfied. The whole afternoon was just like the process when Xu Qingzhou graduated, changing into bachelor's gowns, taking photos and checking in. 8 pm. Xu Qingzhou edited his Moments and posted a photo of himself and Song Yao. Matters concerning his girlfriend should be posted on Moments so that people who are familiar with him will know about it. Ding Jiahui also asked Song Yao for a photo and congratulated her good sister on her graduation on her WeChat Moments. "Let's go play with Jiahui and the others on the weekend." Song Yao said while tucking her legs into Xu Qingzhou's arms and chatting with Ding Jiahui. Xu Qingzhou closed his eyes to rest and nodded: "Well, I haven't seen you for more than two months, why don't these two quarrel?" "We don't quarrel either." Song Yao said. Xu Qingzhou moved his mouth, wanting to say that it was because I was unilaterally suppressed by you. He pinched Song Yao's leg and said, "Today is your graduation day, it's a good day." "And then?" Song Yao blinked, feeling that this guy had some hidden intention and must be still harboring evil intentions. "Maybe we could try something exciting." Song Yao reminded expressionlessly: "Xu Qingzhou, today is my graduation, not yours." "Yeah, so I'm the one helping you. It's a great day, why are you clenching your fists? I mean, I can help you massage your feet." Song Yao snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy. He had taken all the blame. Xu Qingzhou pinched the white and tender feet, feeling deeply moved. He wanted to have some fun, but it was difficult. This girl was very smart. He suddenly thought of a joke, so he took out his cell phone and searched for it. After a while, Song Yao was replying to the message, but she found that her masseur was on strike, "What are you doing?" “I’m reading a joke.” Xu Qingzhou recited: "When we sit together, my girlfriend will lean her legs against my legs when she is in a bad mood, and she will cross her legs when she is in a good mood. When she is in a bad mood... What do you think? Do you want me to point my legs in another direction? No, when she is in a bad mood, my head will separate." "Wait, why are you clenching your fists again? I want to resist. Don't come over, hiss~" Someone was pressed down on the sofa and beaten again. The sofa creaked. The second cat hid in the nest, looked up at the two-legged beast whose clothes were getting less and less, meowed, and lowered his head to sleep. Thursday, College of Mathematics. "Hey, Lao Chu?" Chu Jiangfeng walked into the office and asked with a smile, "Are you busy?"
"I'm not busy. Aren't you working on that project? How do you have time to come here?" As Gu Zhizhong spoke, he stood up to make tea. Chu Jiangfeng was not polite and sat down in front of the coffee table. "I just wanted to come over and talk to you about Qingzhou. It's about that old Gu. Take the box inside. I'm tired of the one outside." "I couldn't bear to drink it, so you old man got it for free." Gu Zhizhong cursed with a smile, but still took out the Dahongpao that he had treasured for a long time. The office is filled with the aroma of tea. "Tell me, what's the matter?" "Do you know what this kid's next target is?" "Study what?" "Riemann Hypothesis." "cough~" Gu Zhizhong was choked and stared at Chu Jiangfeng, thinking that he had misheard. He asked, "What are you researching?" "Riemann Hypothesis." When Chu Jiangfeng saw that Gu Zhizhong had the same expression as him, he immediately felt better. The office fell silent. Gu Zhizhong took a sip of tea, his expression complicated, and said with a wry smile: "This kid is becoming more and more unconventional. This is the Riemann hypothesis." "Do you think he can do it?" Chu Jiangfeng also showed emotion on his face. "Although this kid is talented, but..." "Well, no matter what, being adventurous is a good thing." "Hmm, why do I feel like you're not worried at all? Old Chu, I think you're here to get some tea, right?" library. Xu Qingzhou rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair to rest. He had a slight headache after reading the paper for two hours. Across from her, School Beauty Song was writing a paper with a solemn expression on her face. Her crystal-clear fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard. A few strands of hair fluttered in front of her forehead, which she quickly tucked behind her ears. Xu Qingzhou admired his girlfriend and let his mind go blank. Quite difficult. If the Riemann hypothesis can be fully proved, it can be said that to a certain extent it is more powerful than Galois, or even Leo Goetz, and the wisdom of such people has exceeded the limits of human beings. Before Galois came up with group theory, many mathematicians had already conducted in-depth research on algebraic equations. The fact that Galois created the mathematical tool of "group" is enough to prove that he possessed the top mathematical talent in the world. However, given the current state of mathematical research, it seems that human intelligence is completely helpless in fully proving the Riemann hypothesis. Even though he was a cheater and his mind was extra sharp after his rebirth, he still felt the pressure now.
The several mathematical conjectures he is currently studying are not on the same level as the Riemann hypothesis. This is truly hell-level difficulty. (End of this chapter)
