Chapter 448

Outside the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun was bright, the sea breeze blew, and the shadows of the trees on the lawn swayed.

One of the differences between the United States and Xia Nation was that there were fewer people.

Even the long-famous Plymouth wasn't like those tourist attractions in Xia Nation, which were crowded with people on every holiday, and even on weekdays, they were full of people.

Of course, the national conditions were different, and Xu Qingzhou didn't feel that this side was necessarily better.

Xu Qingzhou was just dozing off when he was woken up by School Beauty Song, who had her hair coiled up.

By the time the two went out, it was already 10 AM.

They first found a traditional English seafood restaurant in the Barbican area. After eating, they prepared to visit the Mayflower Museum. Just after leaving the restaurant, they received a call from Wang Nushi.

"Xu Qingzhou, tell me what's going on." Wang Xiaping asked.

Xu Qingzhou could hear Wang Nushi's displeasure. He dared to say that if he were at home, he would definitely be beaten with a slipper: "It's just a math problem I mentioned."

"Heh, it's a math problem, and then what? What about that one million dollar thing?"

Wang Xiaping suspected that this person did it on purpose.

When they learned from reporters that there was also a 1 million dollar prize, they were directly stunned.

1 million, and it was in US dollars.

The couple did the conversion; it was about seven million RMB.

If you added up all the various bonuses this stinky kid had received over the past four years, it was already close to ten million.

They wouldn't even dare to dream of having so much money.

For middle-aged people like them, you saying how amazing the Riemann Hypothesis was and how meaningful it was after solving it didn't have as much impact as directly telling them how much money it was.

"Oh, right, there's also a bonus, almost 1 million... it's alright, I guess..."

Xu Qingzhou sat on a chair, speaking in a tone of sudden realization.

The prize money offered by the Clay Mathematics Institute in 2000.

For the seven Millennium Prize Problems, the prover could receive a prize of 1 million US dollars.

Song Yao was coiling Xu Qingzhou's hair. Hearing this person's tone, she thought to herself, no wonder Auntie Wang told her to beat him hard.

He was just too asking for a beating.

Wutong Residential Area.

Wang Xiaping hung up the phone, her expression complex, with the same thought as Song Yao, muttering: "This stinky kid, he has no seriousness all day long, and even with a girlfriend, he's still so childish... I should have beaten him less in the past."

The couple had a wonderful day.

After the reporters finished interviewing, various leaders came to express their condolences, saying they thanked them for cultivating such a good young man for the country.

Cultivating?

Wang Xiaping recalled.

Cultivating my foot.

She and Xu Shouyun only had a technical secondary school education, not even considered highly educated, let alone elite education; it was basically free-range.

Based on the idea that living happily was enough, for example, on weekends, this kid said he was staying at school to do homework, but actually, he went to secretly go online with Guo Ziyang, and they turned a blind eye to it.

She began to sigh at the impermanence of the world.

The only thing her son was quite good at was physics.

He even participated in some competitions. If it weren't for some health issues at the time, perhaps he could have been recommended like others in the class.

As a result, he was now famous every day because of math problems.

Xu Shouyun held his teacup and sighed: "Looking at it now, we don't even need to save up a wife fund for this kid."

The couple had also saved a few hundred thousand over the years, often sighing in the past that it was for their son to use when he got married.

"Wife fund? I don't think these two young people are in a hurry at all..."

Wang Xiaping chattered on. Although she complained, she also understood that marriage and such were indeed a bit early, as they were still in school...

She asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Xu Shouyun frowned, seemingly thinking about some major event, and pondered: "I heard that a son's genes are inherited from his parents. Do you think it's possible that I'm also a genius?"

"What's 3 plus 2 minus 5?"

Wang Xiaping glanced at her whimsical husband.

"Huh?"

"Huh what? Go wash up and sleep. Someone who can't even calculate a hand of cards, still a genius... People from the Shudi TV station are coming to interview tomorrow morning..."

The distant town of Plymouth.

Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao came out after eating, went to see the Mayflower replica ship, took photos, and then walked south along the long coastline to see Smeaton's Tower.

The weather was still very good, with blue skies, white clouds, and the sea breeze blowing in their faces. The two walked and stopped. Except for the fixed check-in spots, they were too lazy to even take photos on the road, focusing on enjoying the scenery.

The two hadn't walked along the coastline for long before they saw the red and white lighthouse. Reaching the top, one could overlook the panoramic view of Plymouth Bay.

"Comfortable."

On the beach, Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath. Having lived the life of two people for a long time, he increasingly felt that the days of soaking in the lab every day in the past were not for humans.

"Can take photos now."

"Alright."

The girl was wearing a white waist-cinching long dress and a sun hat. Under the sunlight, the fingertips resting on the wooden railing seemed to be glowing.

After a burst of clicking, it was already half an hour later.

"How is it? They look good, right?"

Xu Qingzhou handed the phone to Song Yao.

School Beauty Song looked at the photos, nodded with satisfaction, raised her eyebrows, and added: "Mainly because the person is good-looking."

After a pause, she handed the phone to Xu Qingzhou and said: "Take a few more cute ones."

"Cute... Teacher Song, you don't have a clear understanding of yourself..."

Xu Qingzhou's expression was strange, thinking to himself, where did Song Yao get the misconception that she was cute?

"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I said, absolutely no problem. You are naturally very cute, and taking this type of photo is just perfect."

Xu Qingzhou was stern and righteous, his face sincere.

No choice, someone had already clenched their fists.

School Beauty Song pretending was still quite cute. At the very least, you couldn't see anything unusual from the photos, with her big, watery eyes, and sometimes pouting.

Just as the two came down from the lighthouse, Xu Qingzhou received a call from Professor Roberts.

Professor Roberts said: "I'm very sorry to disturb your pleasant vacation. I'm here to confirm the time with you. The report meeting will be on the 20th of next month, at 9 AM. You don't have any problems on your end, right?"

"Hmm, no problem."

Xu Qingzhou nodded.

"Alright, enjoy your vacation. Your graduation certificate and degree certificate have already come down. If you have time, you can come over to pick them up."

Professor Roberts said with a smile.

Xu Qingzhou also accepted MIT's invitation, and the position was full professor.

According to the school's arrangement, a formal awarding ceremony would be held for him on June 20th, and there would be a 90-minute inaugural lecture, or to be precise, an academic report.

Of course, there would be three days of group discussions afterward.

This thing could be said to be a "second peer review" of the proof results, and to a certain extent, its importance was no less than journal publication.

For example, when Andrew Wiles proved Fermat's Last Theorem, although the paper had been published in the *Annals of Mathematics*, he still responded to questions and patched loopholes through multiple academic reports.

In addition, it could deepen exchanges with various schools of thought.

Still the same saying, academics progress through exchange.

As for graduation, everything was simplified. Xu Qingzhou refused the graduation ceremony; the only requirement was to have a doctoral gown.

(End of chapter)