Chapter 469: International Congress of Mathematicians

August 1st, 6:50 AM.

Xu Qingzhou had already woken up, leaning on the bed enjoying the rare quiet. Rio de Janeiro and Boston had a time difference of about two hours, not as uncomfortable as returning to the country.

Song Yao arched into his arms, making humming sounds unconsciously.

"Now you look like a little girl."

Xu Qingzhou gently scraped the girl's bridge of her nose. When the two were together, this girl often clenched her fists... well, although it was also because he was asking for trouble.

He planned to lie down for a while longer. The opening ceremony of the International Congress of Mathematicians didn't start until 9:00, and it was only ten minutes from the hotel.

However, the school beauty Song needed some time to dress up and put on makeup, saying she wanted to go out beautifully, so he just called the waiter to send breakfast to the room, so they wouldn't have to go to the restaurant.

"Hoo~"

Xu Qingzhou let out a slow breath. Since graduating from high school, four years had been pressed on the accelerator by someone.

It was because he lived a second life that he could feel the preciousness of time.

He suddenly thought of that sentence from "How the Steel Was Tempered."

【A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed of being mediocre.】

【Only in this way, when he is dying, can he say: My life and all my experiences have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world—fighting for the liberation of mankind...】

Looking back on these four years, he didn't seem to have any regrets either.

And now his life trajectory was completely different from before.

Xu Qingzhou looked at Song Yao in his arms and couldn't help but laugh, thinking that the biggest change was having an extra fragrant and soft wife.

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and the girl opened her eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yao sniffed her nose, thinking about when they first got together, she would secretly tidy up her hair in the morning, now... it could really be said they were an old married couple.

Xu Qingzhou looked away, stared at the ceiling, and said: "Still cuter when asleep."

Bang~

Song Yao gave this person a headbutt directly, then turned over, lay on Xu Qingzhou's chest, and planned to laze in bed for a while longer.

Ding~

The phone on the bedside table rang.

Xu Qingzhou picked it up and saw it was a call from Wang Xiaping.

He answered and turned on the speakerphone.

"Stinky kid, are you up yet?"

"Mm, already up."

Wang Xiaping said: "I checked online, saying that Brazil is very chaotic... you two young people are out and about, you must pay attention to safety..."

"Don't worry, we won't run around... we won't go to places with few people."

Wang Nushi said it like this, and Xu Qingzhou actually had a slight impression.

It seemed that after the award ceremony ended, a Fields Medal winner's medal was stolen. As for who the winner was, he couldn't remember.

After all, in his previous life, at this point in time, he was still busy being a cow and a horse for his supervisor.

But this incident was quite lively at the time.

"Right, when does your live broadcast start?" Wang Xiaping asked. The Xia country attached great importance to this mathematics conference and bought the live broadcast rights.

"On Weibo, CCTV client will conduct a synchronous live broadcast..."

"Good..."

After chatting for a few sentences, the two hung up the phone.

"Worrying for nothing."

"I want to complain to Auntie that you complained she was long-winded."

"Already said, what Auntie, it's our mom."

Xu Qingzhou threw the phone aside and lowered his head to help the school beauty Song who was lying on him tidy up her hair.

Whoa, it was all flattened.

But, holding her like this was really comfortable!

Song Yao also noticed Xu Qingzhou's gaze, and, sticking together, she could clearly feel the changes in Xu Qingzhou's body.

Really wanted to give this bad thing a few hits.

It was uncomfortable to be poked!

"Professor Xu~"

Song Yao called softly: "Is it comfortable?"

"Still okay, hiss~"

Song Yao gave Xu Qingzhou a claw to vent her anger, didn't stick with him, and climbed up with a hum.

This person owed a beating early in the morning.

Xu Qingzhou put his hands behind his head, looking at Song Yao walking to the bathroom to wash up with her long legs that made people drool.

Leg spirit.

Song Yao went to wash up, Xu Qingzhou thought about it, and called the front desk to send two breakfasts up.

The conference didn't require a suit, but usually, one needed to pay attention to business style. Song Yao wore a white shirt with a half-skirt, walking the urban light mature style.

Under her feet was a pair of white low-heeled shoes. Although the heels were low, they still set off the school beauty Song's figure to be more and more tall.

So, could this be blamed on him being lecherous?

Xu Qingzhou gnawed on a sandwich, feeling that Song Yao often calling him a pervert was unfair.

On this side, Song Yao was grinding powder, seeing Xu Qingzhou peeking at her from the mirror, turned her head, and made a digging-eye gesture.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head, secretly sighing that the menstrual period was indeed not to be provoked, too irritable.

The two finished breakfast, and at 8:30 AM, set off for the main venue Riocentro Pavilion 5, passed the security check, and received the conference manual.

The International Congress of Mathematicians was an international mathematics event with the largest scale and most importance, known as the Olympic Games of the mathematics world, for the International Mathematical Union to promote mathematical exchange, display and discuss the development of mathematics, meet old friends, make new friends, etc.

Here, it could be said to be the holy temple for mathematics researchers.

When the two entered the convention center building, it was already crowded and lively inside. Scholars debating fiercely could be seen everywhere in the corridor, Portuguese, English, and German intertwined, and human civilization collided.

Occasionally, scholars would come up to greet and exchange emails with Xu Qingzhou.

Seeing Xu Qingzhou finish greeting a British scholar, Song Yao tugged on Xu Qingzhou's hem and asked: "You know that person?"

Xu Qingzhou followed Song Yao's line of sight and saw a dark-skinned young man looking in their direction with a complex expression. 【

"Just that Indian scholar I told you about, named... Ami-something, it's not important."

"Oh."

Song Yao nodded. The reason she had noticed him was because the look in his eyes was very strange.

Hate and love at the same time?

Terrifying.

She thought again, fortunately Xu Qingzhou was normal and often wanted to do naughty things to her; from this point, one could tell that Xu Qingzhou definitely wouldn't go astray.

In the main venue, the big screen played a loop of the conference promotional video, showcasing Brazilian mathematical achievements (such as the results from the IMPA institute) and the city scenery of Rio.

At the International Congress of Mathematicians, scholars from the Xia Nation were indispensable, and the Mathematical Society had also organized a dedicated delegation.

With that, Xu Qingzhou made a phone call to confirm their location and quickly found Chu Jiangfeng.

The two old men were speaking in low voices, but they stopped their conversation when they saw Xu Qingzhou and Song Yao approaching.

"Professor Xu."

"Professor Tan, Professor Chu, Senior Brother Yang." Xu Qingzhou greeted the two old men and Yang Yongze, who was accompanying them, then introduced the elder beside Chu Jiangfeng to Song Yao: "This is Professor Tan Yizhen, the President of the Xia Nation Mathematical Society."

In four years, Tan Yizhen had also taken on the role of President.

Song Yao greeted Tan Yizhen and Chu Jiangfeng.

"This must be Li Jiaoshou's star pupil. Hello, student Song Yao," Tan Yizhen said with a chuckle.

"Li Jiaoshou is my teacher," Song Yao replied politely.

Tan Yizhen nodded slightly, said "not bad" twice, then looked at Xu Qingzhou and said, "Professor Xu, congratulations today. The youngest Fields Medalist is about to appear."

"I still have much to learn from all you seniors," Xu Qingzhou remained humble.

Tan Yizhen said, "Haha, no need for modesty. Those who have attained mastery are teachers; in number theory, you could even be a teacher to us old folks."

Seeing him again, he felt quite emotional; he had felt this kid was extraordinary the very first time they met.

(End of chapter)