Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 292 The Report Meeting is About to Begin
“Boom boom boom!”
There was a knock on Chen Zhou's door.
The knock on the door temporarily pulled Chen Zhou back to reality from the world of mathematics.
Frowning slightly, Chen Zhou stood up and opened the door.
This feeling of having his train of thought interrupted was what he hated the most.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have turned off his phone.
When he opened the door, it was Dean Sun and his group standing at the door.
Seeing Chen Zhou appear at the door, Dean Sun was completely relieved.
Dean Sun immediately said, "You kid, you didn't even tell us you were back, and it took us so long to find you!"
Chen Zhou was suddenly puzzled. Didn’t you leave me behind when you entered the venue?
And you didn’t tell me to wait for you?
"Well, I met Professor Zhang Shouwu and Professor Zhang Yitang, chatted with them for a few minutes, and then came back." Chen Zhou thought so, but still told the truth.
Dean Sun said, "When you are abroad, remember to let me know where you are going."
Chen Zhou nodded honestly.
After a pause, Dean Sun said, "You haven't eaten yet? Let's go and eat together."
Chen Zhou thought about it and nodded again: "Okay."
It was during the meal that he learned the whole story from Zeng Zigu and Liu Maosheng.
Chen Zhou couldn't help but feel a little amused, but he felt a little warm in his heart.
When traveling abroad, President Sun, as the "captain", is considered to be very responsible.
After finishing lunch, Chen Zhou prepared to go back to his room to continue his research.
He had not planned to eat lunch originally, but of course he would still eat if he remembered.
"There are two good lectures in the afternoon, don't miss them." Dean Sun remembered the afternoon meeting schedule and immediately reminded.
Chen Zhou, Liu Maosheng and others responded, and then Chen Zhou was about to leave.
Looking at the hurried Chen Zhou, Dean Sun couldn't help but ask curiously: "You want to take a nap?"
Chen Zhou shook his head: "No."
Dean Sun asked, "What are you going to do?"
Chen Zhou replied: "Retreat!"
After saying this, he quickly walked back to the room, leaving everyone in shock.
"What did he just say?" Dean Sun asked uncertainly.
"Dean, he said he was going into seclusion!" Liu Maosheng was still looking in the direction where Chen Zhou disappeared.
"Hasn't he already completed his thesis? Why is he still in seclusion?" Zou Minwang said subconsciously.
But Dean Sun didn't say anything else and walked towards his room.
Countless thoughts flashed through Dean Sun's mind, but he was not sure how far Chen Zhou had reached.
Judging from the paper that has been submitted to MIT, it shouldn't be that fast.
But, it’s hard to say…
After returning to the room, Chen Zhou, sitting in front of the table, took a deep breath.
He took out a stack of brand new draft paper from his backpack and replaced the empty pen refill.
Immerse yourself in the world before your eyes again.
This time, no one disturbed him.
His mind was filled with thoughts about the problem of prime number spacing.
His entire mind revolved around Cramer's conjecture.
Through the discussion with Zhang Yitang, Chen Zhou got the inspiration at that moment.
He has already unraveled Zhang Yitang's paper "Bounded Distances Between Prime Numbers".
The ultimate effect of this inspiration is reflected in the distributed deconstruction method.
The problem of prime number intervals is a big proposition.
It includes Cramer's conjecture, the twin prime conjecture, the Jeboff conjecture and so on.
But the methods to solve this proposition always have a sense of reaching the same destination.
Chen Zhou's distribution deconstruction method itself has gradually evolved from the sieve method, circle method and uniform distribution.
Although there were times when he got into a dead end in his thinking, fortunately Chen Zhou eventually got out of it.
With the help of the collection of wrong questions, Chen Zhou can always keep his direction.
This kind of experience was also something Chen Zhou had not expected.
Because this experience came too quickly and too frequently.
It can be said that this was an explosion of thinking.
He had experienced this before when he proved the hailstone conjecture, and when he invented the distributional deconstruction method and completed the extended research on Cramer's conjecture.
But, this was only a few short months.
Since returning to his room after lunch that day, Chen Zhou has never stepped out of the room again.
He locked himself in the hotel room.
He even forgot the time and forgot that he had a presentation meeting that had already been adjusted once.
Even the meals were delivered to him by the hotel waiters specially arranged by President Sun.
Otherwise, Chen Zhou would probably starve to death.
And because Chen Zhou only mentioned it briefly, Yang Yiyi did not disturb Chen Zhou at all in the past few days except sending him messages.
The tacit understanding between the two has long been formed.
Chen Zhou made full use of his time and devoted himself to research.
Immersed in it, Chen Zhou was like a person lost in the desert, trying his best to find the oasis in his vague impression.
Now, through the pursuit of inspiration, Chen Zhou has successfully grasped this fleeting light.
He once again perfected the application of distributed deconstruction method.
The result of Cramer's conjecture has finally reached the final step.
But, he was only one step away and had not yet completely proved the Cramer conjecture.
Finally, after habitually tapping the draft paper with the pen, Chen Zhou put down the pen.
Perhaps now is not the time to unveil the final veil of Cramer's conjecture...
Chen Zhou stretched lazily. Sitting for a long time made his body very tired.
I glanced at the time. It was 1 p.m. on the 20th, Yanjing time .
In other words, it is 1 a.m. in Boston, and today is the last day of the seminar.
He did not miss his lecture.
I just missed so many great lectures...
"Well, I came here with the mindset of learning, but ended up being immersed in my own research..." Chen Zhou was speechless.
He didn't know whether Dean Sun would feel bad about the travel expenses this time...
Chen Zhou got up and walked into the bathroom, where he took a shower.
Seeing himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Why do I have such big bags under my eyes? How can this be okay? At today's presentation, I must show off my handsome temperament perfectly!"
So Chen Zhou decided to have a good rest in the morning. Since he had missed it, it didn't matter what he did in the morning...
After taking a shower, Chen Zhou, lying on the bed, unexpectedly heard the sound of his stomach protesting.
I had no choice but to get up again and walk to the food brought by the waiter.
Yes, this is the food delivered in the evening, and he hasn't eaten it yet.
After taking a bite, Chen Zhou immediately spat it out.
This thing is cold and hard, how can I eat it?
There is no way. If you don’t eat well, you will definitely not sleep well.
This is the philosophy that Yang Yiyi tells him every time they eat ice cream.
Chen Zhou thought it made sense!
So Chen Zhou took the plate to the front desk to see if he could get something hot.
At worst, you can just heat it up.
The hotel arranged by MIT is not bad. At least the foreign lady at the front desk looks very pretty when she smiles.
After politely asking Chen Zhou about his needs, the young lady couldn't help but smile kindly.
"Please wait a moment."
Chen Zhou saw the young lady take the plate away. He frowned slightly and thought, "Will this person not bring it back to me?"
Retracting his thoughts, Chen Zhou couldn't help but laugh. What a mess of things were he thinking?
While waiting, Chen Zhou looked at the hotel building.
The style is modernist, at least from Chen Zhou's aesthetic point of view, there is nothing special about it.
But this is a 4 star hotel...
As his gaze shifted, Chen Zhou couldn't help but focus on the clock hanging in the hotel lobby.
Only this one is a little different from the style here, it is a classical wall clock.
Looking at the moving second hand, Chen Zhou was stunned.
Immediately, the corner of his mouth curled up. He had been chasing the pace of the earth, but he didn't expect to find the "key" to the last step from the clock in front of him.
Without paying attention to the receptionist who had not yet appeared, Chen Zhou trotted back to the room.
When the receptionist came back, Chen Zhou had already disappeared.
Looking at the delicious food that had just been baked, the front desk lady couldn't bear to waste it, so she had to take it back...
