Chapter 388

After Xu Qingzhou finished taking photos, he first sent them to the old couple, Ms. Wang, and then opened the Song family's group chat to send them there as well. Last year during the New Year, when Xu Qingzhou went to visit the Song family, old Song had added him in.

However, compared to the Xu family's chat group, the Song family's was a bit quieter. Old Song was busy with work, and Zhang Junli was also cold, so there wasn't much chatting.

After Xu Qingzhou finished sending the photos and telling the four middle-aged people far away in Rongcheng about the situation at the scene, he continued to listen to School Beauty Song's defense.

Liberal arts theses were not quite the same as science theses.

It was also about working one's liver out, but in science, it might take three weeks to finish the simulation software, drawings, and design specifications, with over thirty references, while in liberal arts, it could all be finished within a week, including plagiarism checks.

Many people said that the threshold for liberal arts was low and one could pass by just muddling through.

But Xu Qingzhou felt there were also invisible thresholds. For liberal arts, wanting to produce something without sufficient foundation was simply impossible. Wanting logical coherence, concise and grand wording, and valuable content required a very high level.

The whole process could be said to be pressure-free and passed very smoothly.

After Song Yao's defense ended, she didn't stay long. During the break, she went to greet Li Daiyue and then left first with Xu Qingzhou and the others.

"Xiao Yao, you are too amazing." Zhang Qiong was still sighing.

"Amazing."

Xu Qingzhou pinched Song Yao's hand.

Song Yao raised her eyebrows: "Standard operation."

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"I don't want to eat dog food from you two anymore; I want to eat."

"Agreed!"

At noon, Song Yao treated everyone to a meal. The group headed out in a grand manner and found a decent restaurant in the Changchunyuan block.

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 waiting for her downstairs, was gone.

"This guy, did he fall into the toilet?"

"Junior Sister Song." A cheeky voice came from behind.

Song Yao turned around and saw her boyfriend holding a large bouquet of tulips, looking at her with a smile.

Xu Qingzhou said: "Congratulations on your graduation."

Song Yao stared at the bouquet, her eyes moist. Going out, seeing the person she liked holding flowers waiting for her, she felt very warm inside.

Bang~

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Xu Qingzhou clutched his chest, indicating his brain had a short circuit. "Song Yao, I gave you flowers and you still hit me?"

"You don't like it?" Song Yao asked back.

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Xu Qingzhou was a bit frantic.

Jokes aside, Song Yao walked over, stood on tiptoe, and pecked Xu Qingzhou. "Teacher Xu, thank you."

"That's more like it. Let's go, let's take photos."

Xu Qingzhou was satisfied.

The whole afternoon was the same process as Xu Qingzhou's graduation: changing into the bachelor's gown and taking photos to mark the occasion.

8:00 PM.

Xu Qingzhou edited his Moments, posting the photo of Song Yao and himself. Matters regarding his girlfriend were better suited for Moments, just letting people he was familiar with know.

Ding Jiahui also asked Song Yao for the photo, congratulating her good sister on her graduation in her Moments.

"Let's go find Jiahui and the others to hang out this weekend." Song Yao tucked her legs into Xu Qingzhou's embrace, chatting with Ding Jiahui while saying this.

Xu Qingzhou closed his eyes to rest and nodded: "Hmm, haven't seen them for over two months. How come those two haven't been arguing?"

"We don't argue either," Song Yao said.

Xu Qingzhou's mouth moved; he really wanted to say that was because he was unilaterally suppressed by her. He pinched Song Yao's leg. "You graduated today, hey, it's a good day."

"And then?" Song Yao blinked, feeling that this guy was implying something; he definitely hadn't given up his wicked intentions.

"Maybe we can try something exciting."

Song Yao reminded him with an expressionless face: "Xu Qingzhou, today is my graduation, not yours."

"Right, so I'm helping you... cough, it's a great day, why are you clenching your fists? I meant I could help you massage your feet."

Song Yao gave a light hum, too lazy to bother with this guy; he had all the arguments on his side.

Xu Qingzhou pinched her white, tender little feet, sighing endlessly in his heart. Wanting to play something exciting, he could only say the road was long and difficult. This girl was shrewd as hell.

He suddenly thought of a meme, so he took out his phone and started searching.

After a long while, Song Yao had been replying to messages, but noticed her masseur had gone on strike. "What are you doing?"

"I'm reading a joke."

Xu Qingzhou read it out: "Usually when we sit together, when my girlfriend is in a normal mood, she leans her legs on my legs; when she's in a good mood, she puts them on my legs; when she's in a bad mood... what are you thinking? Do you want me to say her legs go in the other direction? No, when she's in a bad mood, my skull will separate."

"Wait, why are you clenching your fists again? I want to resist... don't come over, hiss~"

Someone was pinned down on the sofa and beaten up again.

The sofa creaked and creaked.

Er Miao hid in its nest, looked up at the two-legged beast whose clothes were getting fewer and fewer, meowed, and lowered its head to sleep.

Thursday, School of Mathematics.

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"Eh, old Chu?"

Professor Chu Jiangfeng walked into the office and asked with a smile: "Busy?"

"Not busy. Aren't you, old guy, working on that project? How do you have time to come over?"

Gu Zhizhong said, already standing up to make tea.

Professor Chu Jiangfeng didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in front of the tea table. "It's just that I wanted to come over and talk to you about Qingzhou's matter. It's that... old Gu, take that box inside; I'm tired of drinking the one outside."

"I haven't even been willing to drink it; it's a bargain for you, old guy." Gu Zhizhong scolded with a smile, but still took out the Da Hong Pao he had treasured for a long time.

The office was filled with the fragrance of tea.

"Speak, what's the matter?"

"Do you know what this kid's next research goal is?"

"Research what?"

"The Riemann Hypothesis."

"Cough~"

Gu Zhizhong choked, stared at Professor Chu Jiangfeng, feeling he had misheard, and said: "Research what thing?"

"The Riemann Hypothesis."

Seeing Gu Zhizhong have the same expression as himself, Professor Chu Jiangfeng felt pretty good.

The office fell silent.

Gu Zhizhong sipped his tea, his expression complex, and smiled bitterly: "This kid is walking the beaten path less and less. This is the Riemann Hypothesis..."

"Do you think he can succeed?" Professor Chu Jiangfeng's face also showed emotion.

"Although this kid is talented, but..."

"Hey, no matter what, having drive is a good thing."

"Hmm... eh, why do I feel like you aren't worried at all... old Chu, I think you're also here to trick me out of tea, right?"

Library.

Xu Qingzhou rubbed his temples and leaned back in his chair to rest. After reading papers for two hours, he had a bit of a headache.

Opposite him, School Beauty Song had a solemn expression, writing her thesis. Her crystal-clear fingertips tapped the keyboard lightly, and a few strands of fine hair drifted in front of her forehead, soon to be tucked behind her ears by her.

Xu Qingzhou admired his girlfriend, his thoughts drifting away.

Extremely difficult.

If one could completely prove the Riemann Hypothesis, it could be said to a certain extent that they were more amazing than Galois, or even Riemann and others. The wisdom of such a person had already exceeded the human limit.

And before Galois created group theory, many mathematicians had already conducted in-depth research on algebraic equations. Galois pioneering the mathematical tool of "groups" was enough to prove he possessed top-tier human mathematical talent.

But given the current status of mathematical research, completely proving the Riemann Hypothesis didn't seem to be something human wisdom could accomplish; it was completely helpless.

Even if he was a cheater, with an exceptionally agile brain after his rebirth, he still felt the pressure now.

The few mathematical conjectures he was researching now were not on the same level as the Riemann Hypothesis.

This was true hell-level difficulty.

(End of chapter)