Chapter 444

At home, Er Miao, having just eaten its fill, relied on its agility to dart back and forth on the cat tree. Upon reaching the very top, its large eyes remained fixed in the direction of the kitchen.

It smelled something delicious.

After hesitating for a moment, Er Miao ultimately chose to continue exercising.

Xu Qingzhou hummed a little tune as he dug out the red wine, opened it, and poured it into a decanter, his mind full of fantasies about the evening.

School Beauty Song after a few drinks... it was something to look forward to.

"What are you thinking about?" A cold, clear voice rang out abruptly from behind him.

"I'm not!"

Xu Qingzhou had already conjured up certain images in his mind and subconsciously denied it.

Song Yao stared at Xu Qingzhou: "You're not what?"

Xu Qingzhou came back to his senses, secretly thinking it was a close call; he had almost exposed himself.

"I said I wasn't slacking off."

Song Yao scoffed, not wanting to bother with this person.

That lecherous smile this guy had just now meant he was definitely brewing some conspiracy. She looked down at the red wine in front of Xu Qingzhou and suddenly realized.

Once she had a drink, it was easy to make some strange decisions.

For example, this guy was always trying to get her to help him...

Or help her... Once that image came to mind...

Pfft~

Song Yao's earlobes felt a bit hot; she patted her chest and hurriedly cleared all those dirty thoughts out of her head.

6:30 PM.

The afterglow of the sunset spilled in from the southwest, casting long shadows among the jagged high-rises. By the banks of the Charles River, a few egrets were floating leisurely on the water.

Inside the house, the fragrant aroma of a meal lingered.

Song Yao was incredibly skilled at cooking; her movements were fluid and natural, leaving Xu Qingzhou tongue-tied.

The sizzling sound of stir-frying stopped, and the food was plated.

"Braised fish."

Song Yao lifted her rounded chin; over these past few years, she had gained the upper hand in cooking.

"Impressive."

Xu Qingzhou sniffed it and nodded in praise. He paused and said, "I won't tell anyone else that you used to mix up chives and garlic sprouts."

"Hurry up and take it and get lost!"

"Alrighty."

Song Yao really wanted to kick this person away, but she held back. This person was constantly finding ways to get beaten up; it was terrifying.

Song Yao stir-fried, while Xu Qingzhou stood guard nearby, taking each dish as soon as it was done.

For two people, four dishes and one soup was definitely a very sumptuous meal.

Xu Qingzhou poured wine for both of them.

At MIT, the lecture hall where Xu Qingzhou had written the proof that morning was now just as crowded.

"Gilbert, this damn 28th equation, have you derived it yet?"

The middle-aged man crumpled his draft paper into a ball and chose to seek help from the friend beside him.

The friend nodded and grabbed a blank sheet of draft paper to demonstrate his idea: "If you perform a Taylor expansion on u(y), you get u(y)=1n! u(n)(y0)n+(1+o(yy0))."

"Oh, thank heavens, I finally don't have to struggle with this part anymore."

The middle-aged man took the manuscript, stared at it for a long while, and felt a sense of relief.

On the side.

Professor Roberts and a few others were tidying up their drafts. Counting it up, they had been in this lecture hall for the entire afternoon, transcribing the proof and scrutinizing the details on the spot.

What was more interesting was that, besides these scholars calculating on the whiteboard, the school had also sent two security guards to maintain order and, at the same time, protect the scene.

Furthermore, after leaving the classroom at noon, many students had already published the news on platforms like Twitter and YouTube.

The news had been fermenting for an entire afternoon, and the buzz was starting to climb.

"Xu Qingzhou announces proof of the Riemann Hypothesis, introducing a density function from the field of physics..."

"Another physics moment? Unless they buried the proof in rigorous analysis, rather than a PPT that just says 'Trust me, the process is too complex to expand'..."

Someone left a comment, dismissive of the news.

"Bro, if you're in Boston, you should come see for yourself. There are many mathematicians on-site, and according to them, the whole process is complex and perfect."

"For a century, prime numbers have been whispering on the critical line... If this proof holds, Gauss might just flip in his grave!"

"On-site blackboard writing? I hope there's really something to it this time. Well... I think this 'proof' will collapse faster than a four-dimensional hypercube."

Many people were still in a wait-and-see state.

Apart from some binary thinkers who just wanted to troll, a significant portion of people were in a wait-and-see state, waiting for definitive news. After all, they had fallen for many such tricks over the years.

Just like Sir Atiyah's proof back then.

"My god, I saw Professor Roberts, Professor Brian, Professor Sanders in the photos... all of them are big names in the mathematical world!"

"Everyone can go check Professor Brian's Twitter; Xu Qingzhou has already plucked this crown jewel of human civilization."

Regardless, the mathematical community in Boston had become lively. The news about Xu Qingzhou proving the Riemann Hypothesis was like ripples, spreading out from Boston in all directions.

As for Xu Qingzhou, he was relatively calm. He washed the dishes in a few moments, then happily came out of the kitchen, ready to go find School Beauty Song to claim his reward.

Song Yao was sending a message to Ding Jiahui, sharing photos of tonight's dinner.

Her slender fingers were tapping on the phone screen.

After drinking, the cold aura on her dissipated, and her fair cheeks became flushed, always making people want to tease her a few times.

"That..."

Xu Qingzhou squeezed in next to Song Yao, wanting to ask if she wanted to take a shower together, but upon touching Song Yao's gaze, he suddenly had a bad premonition: "You wouldn't want to again..."

Creak~

Xu Qingzhou was pressed onto the sofa by Song Yao.

"?"

Xu Qingzhou let School Beauty Song press down on him and said helplessly: "Tonight is my home field."

He had been overpowered again.

Song Yao didn't speak; she squinted and looked down.

At 10 PM, the two of them finished showering and lay in bed. In this season, they had already switched to a cool quilt, which was just right, though it would be a bit cold on rainy nights.

"Xu Qingzhou, if you pinch me again, I'll beat you."

In the darkness, Song Yao couldn't take it anymore; she opened her eyes and warned him.

From the sofa to the bathroom, after running out of energy, she had been pressed by this guy to pose in all sorts of strange positions; now that she was lying down, she didn't want to move.

"It's still early."

Xu Qingzhou moved forward, pressing against her soft body.

"It's already 10 o'clock."

The hot air Xu Qingzhou exhaled hit her neck, making Song Yao feel a wave of numbness. The two were pressed very close, and she could clearly feel the change in Xu Qingzhou.

"..."

"Xu Qingzhou~"

"Let's sleep, I'm tired~" Song Yao's voice was trembling, even dragging out a long tail.

School Beauty Song didn't know how alluring her soft, sweet tone was. Xu Qingzhou's hand movements continued; he lowered his head and whispered two words in her ear.

"No!"

Song Yao's heart was pounding. Although it had happened many times, every time she felt her heart racing, it was too chaotic.

Xu Qingzhou heard School Beauty Song's lack of confidence; he gave a light flip, pressing the girl beneath him, his fingers sliding over her delicate skin, slowly moving downward: "Then I'll help you."

School Beauty Song's body stiffened; she got anxious and threatened him fiercely: "If you dare... I'll kick you off!"

"Try it."

As Xu Qingzhou said this, he started to burrow under the cool quilt.

"Stop! I... I'll help you... Xu Qingzhou!"

Song Yao panicked.

(End of chapter)