Chapter 351 This Is the Most Glorious Day in the History of Chinese Mathematics

Of course, Schultz is far more evil than that. In his paper, he gave a special solution to the weight-monodromy conjecture, a conjecture of Princeton University professor, Pierre Deligne.

The 24-year-old Schultzby Bonn University was hired as the highest-level professor at the school's W3 level without examination.

He has received numerous awards to date.

The Ramanujan Prize, the Clay Fellowship, the Ostrosky Prize, and the Fermat Prize,…

At the same time, he is also one of the strong contenders for this year's Fields Medal, or he is the winner of this Fields Medal!

Honor was worth nothing on him, because he was covered with honor.

Schultz, who is only 30 years old, stands at the top of the mathematics world!

"Pharaoh, the future is promising, the future is promising!" Zhou Haizhong clenched his fists tightly, his deep eyes full of scarlet.

The United States has a Schultz, but China has a Qin Luo.

Zhou Haizhong trembled with excitement when he thought that Qin Luo would compete with Schultz on the same stage in the future.

The Ramanujan Prize, the Clay Fellowship, the Ostrosky Prize, and the Fermat Prize,…

What Schultz can achieve, Qin Luo can do the same.

Qin Luo didn't know the inner thoughts of Zhou Haizhong and Wang Xuecai. Of course, even if he knew, he didn't have much thought. At this moment, he was immersed in the feeling of writing hard.

The argument continued, and soon the fourth whiteboard was exhausted.

Perhaps, he needs a few more whiteboards.

The conference staff on the side thought secretly in their hearts.

He would hesitate, but Qin Luo would not.

Just as he kept pressing in the blink of an eye, Qin Luo had already set his sights on the fifth whiteboard.

Without the slightest pause, Qin Luo picked up the pen and wrote.

The pen moved the dragon and the snake, and the pen turned into a flower, and soon the fifth whiteboard was already full.

"It seems that the sixth piece is still needed." This time, the conference management staff sank, beckoned to the companion on the side, and walked towards the super storage room.

But before he could turn around, a thick voice came into his ears the next second, making him stunned in place.

"When D is in the adjacent center of A, B, and c, then d is surrounded by a, b, and c, and the area of ​​D increases significantly, so we can exclude other answers, ... The four-color theorem should be understood from this point as "3+ 1" color, this 1 is represented as a reusable color, that is, among the four colors, when expanding outward, there is a color that can be used again, and that is the "1" color."

When writing this, Qin Luo finally put down the marker in his hand, turned to look at the crowd, and said loudly: "At this point, the four-color theory is officially established."

"We're taking a big step into the more distant future."

Bending down, bowing, Qin Luo's report ends here.

Filter out all wrong answers, and the only answer left is the correct answer! This is Qin Luo's final answer sheet.

Staring at the whiteboard, Wang Xuecai firmly held the pen in his hand, "Crack!" In the next second, Wang Xuecai crushed the pen deeply.

The blue-black ink splashed out, but Wang Xuecai turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't notice it, his eyes fixed on Qin Luo.

"He sifts out all the wrong answers..."

Quiet, deadly quiet, no one spoke in the entire lecture hall, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Everyone's eyes widened and looked at Qin Luo with incredible eyes.