Chapter 186: Witness History or Become a Joke

Xu Xu Qingzhou's presentation had ended, but the scene was even livelier than before; people exiting the lecture hall gathered in small groups, discussing what had just happened.

"Did you understand the formula Xu Xu Qingzhou wrote down?" the German youth asked his friend.

"You know I work in geometry," a young man shrugged. "But didn't those big shots just say it's the sieve method, the asymptotic formula—it's the twin prime conjecture?"

The German youth was excited: "I just came to watch the spectacle, never expected to witness something this thrilling—so lucky!"

Hearing this, a nearby youth chuckled softly. "That's because you weren't here last year. Last year, that Norwegian mathematician brought a loudspeaker and announced he'd proven the Riemann Hypothesis."

The German youth looked curious. "Bro, tell me—what happened in the end?"

The youth smirked. "Did you see any news about someone solving the Riemann Hypothesis?"

After speaking, he picked up his notebook and left.

Three Jianqiao students also walked out with the crowd.

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"Twin prime conjecture. If this guy really proves it, Jianqiao might gain another cool legend."

"It's definitely a formula from sieve theory," Professor Bazel said.

"Perhaps we won't have to wait long to see the full proof," Professor Maynard was less troubled.

Academician Xu: "Balance work and rest—I didn't tell you to run to bars every day."

Though unrealistic and thoroughly outmatched in every aspect, India never gave up vying with Xia Country for influence in certain fields—even mathematicians like us secretly compete whenever we meet someone from Xia Country.

Academician Xu and Zhao Zhenglai were tidying up materials in a classroom, preparing to head to Carleil College for a meeting. Such presentations always end this way: many people hear what they came for, the seminar concludes, and they leave to attend to their own affairs.

"I swear, it was the most chaotic scene I've ever seen—the old man refused to leave, insisting he was right."

Academician Xu glared at his student. "Look at little Xu—look at yourself. All you do is sneak off to bars." "Master, you told me to balance work and rest."

Someone recalled: "In the end, Mr. Simon Carterman himself took a blackboard and showed the old man a counterexample."

Watching Xia Country steal the spotlight now is unbearable.

Professor Bazel smiled. "Oh, you think he can succeed?"

"Yeah, my junior brother is just too awesome," Zhao Zhenglai nodded.

Hearing this, everyone chuckled, already picturing the scene.

Inside the large lecture hall, Professor Maynard and several prime number experts hadn't left; they were still discussing the formula Xu Xu Qingzhou had just left behind.

No, no, no—he absolutely cannot succeed! Precisely because he also studies the twin prime conjecture, he knows how impossibly hard it is to prove.

"I'm looking forward to it," Professor Maynard said.

Professor Bazel sighed. "But unfortunately, we won't see the full sieve method."

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Night fell. 10 p. m.

Someone asked: "David, do you think this Asian can succeed?"—meaning, find a known asymptotic expansion product.

At the very least, his own proof method wasn't clever. No matter how flashy he made it sound, one had to admit: even without Xu Xu Qingzhou's objections, the odds of proving the twin prime conjecture by continuing his approach remained vanishingly slim.

Pausing, the tall, thin youth added with a grin: "Or, for the next year, we won't lack for jokes to chat about."

Immersed in calculation, Xu Xu Qingzhou lost track of time; complex formulas danced across the paper, building a ladder toward mathematical truth.

Zhao Zhenglai cleared his throat, changing the subject. "Master, Dr. Nobles is waiting. Shall we head over early?"

Still, if my junior brother really proves the twin prime conjecture, being crushed by him seems perfectly normal.

π(x)~l(s，\chi)=\sum_{n=1}^{\infty} Since this asymptotic formula doesn't yield the growth rate of π2(x), it's necessary to adjust the product on the right side—to make it convergent.

The youth called "David" rolled his eyes. "Ask God—he's the only one who can see the future."

Where there's sorrow, there's joy.

Thinking of Xu Xu Qingzhou's performance, Academician Xu felt a wave of emotion: "Jingda has produced another extraordinary genius. The future of Xia Country's mathematics is promising."

Professor Maynard stared at the blackboard and nodded slightly. "Yes—Selberg sieve method, and it's been improved. Perfect."

Though merely a small joke, it still revealed Jianqiao's arrogance.

In his forty-plus years of mathematical research, he'd seen this too many times: 99.9% of those claiming proof failed, and ended up packing up in shame amid skepticism and whistles.

But whether witnessing a historic moment or gaining fresh gossip, it was all fascinating to them.

Outside the lecture hall, the Indian guy took a deep breath, feeling a tightness in his chest—this Xia Country man who questioned him actually intended to prove the twin prime conjecture.

Among Jianqiao students, a saying circulated: "No need to bow—world has already bowed for you."

In his view, whether Xu Xu Qingzhou succeeded or not, the courage to challenge deserved respect; if he kept this up, his future achievements would surely be high.

Sure enough, Academician Xu didn't scold him further, but asked: "Did you bring the system-compiled materials?"

Zhao Zhenglai felt wronged, yet sighed: since school began, he'd always been the "other kid" everyone praised—who'd have thought he'd end up like this?

At the hotel, Xu Xu Qingzhou sat at his desk, pulled out scratch paper from his bag, wasted no time, and prepared to restart his calculations.

By completing the square: 1-2\p=(1-1\9)2-1\p. What followed was smooth; everything unfolded naturally. The once elusive, intangible clues were now crystal clear—even when obstacles arose in calculation, he quickly pinpointed the critical nodes.

On the outdoor balcony outside the lecture hall, Zhao Zhenglai hung up the phone and looked helplessly at Katherin. "Sorry, my junior brother says he's busy. Guess we'll have to drink alone."

"Don't worry, I remember."

Katherin shook her head, correcting him: "No—you go alone."

"Huh?" Zhao Zhenglai froze.

"You know I'm interested in Xu," Katherin stood, dropped the line, and walked away.

"." Zhao Zhenglai was speechless—how brutally practical can you get?

(End of Chapter)