Volume 1: Student Life Chapter 296 Maybe... the time has not come yet...
"Cool brother, please take a photo with me! Please take a photo with me!"
"Don't……"
Chen Zhou didn't expect that this foreign girl had even learned the tricks from China...
After finally escaping from the last cell phone camera, he felt exhausted.
Subconsciously, I glanced at my arm.
This time, nothing should happen...
After escaping from the crowd, Chen Zhou quickened his pace and walked towards the hotel.
Take this time to go back and have a rest.
Doesn’t this mean there will be a closing ceremony and dinner in the evening?
Wouldn't that mean you have to be full of energy and perfectly display your handsomeness and temperament?
Chen Zhou still felt a little regretful that he was not able to complete today's performance with the most perfect temperament and image.
But what Chen Zhou didn’t think about was that if he were more perfect, he might not have walked out of the crowd yet.
When Chen Zhou returned to the hotel, to his surprise, he was stopped by the receptionist from last night.
"Mr. Chen, your tray."
Looking at the smile on the receptionist's face, Chen Zhou felt a little embarrassed: "Uh...thank you..."
Reaching out to take the tray, Chen Zhou quickly walked away.
The lady at the front desk couldn't help but laugh as she watched Chen Zhou leaving.
This little brother is quite interesting, but I haven’t got his contact information yet.
Then she stroked her cheek gently. Was she not beautiful enough?
After returning to the room, looking at the steaming food, Chen Zhou's stomach protested for the first time in a long time.
Chen Zhou finished the food in no time.
Although the meal was rushed, it was quite satisfying.
You know, he has been hungry for almost a day and a night...
Night falls outside the hotel.
Chen Zhou was awakened by the ringing phone.
It was not a call from President Sun, but an unfamiliar number.
After thinking about it, President Sun and the others should have returned and were waiting for the closing ceremony and the dinner to begin.
This time, Chen Zhou did not do the same as last time. Before he came back, he sent a message to Dean Sun.
Otherwise, President Sun might have to look for him again.
Looking at the still ringing phone, Chen Zhou pressed the answer button.
"Hello, I'm Chen Zhou."
"Chen Zhou, where have you been? I have been looking for you in school for a long time but couldn't find you."
Hearing this voice, Chen Zhou was stunned. Professor Zhang Shouwu was looking for him?
Moving his phone slightly away, Chen Zhou noticed that he had slept for less than three hours.
If we count from the time I left MIT campus, the old man had been looking for me for nearly three hours.
It's only now that you remember to call me?
"Ahem..." Chen Zhou coughed twice and said, "Professor Zhang, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Zhang Shouwu did not answer but asked: "Where are you?"
Chen Zhou replied: "In the hotel."
"Wait for me, I'll come find you!"
After Zhang Shouwu finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaving Chen Zhou confused.
Chen Zhou lay down again and couldn't help muttering, "Is there anything that can't be said over the phone? I can still sleep for a while after I finish speaking."
I can’t sleep now, but I can still lie down for a while.
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on Chen Zhou's door.
Chen Zhou got up reluctantly and opened the door.
Looking at Zhang Shouwu who was hurrying outside the door, Chen Zhou asked curiously, "Professor Zhang, what's wrong?"
Zhang Shouwu said: "Old Zhang he...he..."
Chen Zhou's expression suddenly tensed. Could it be that something... happened to Professor Zhang Yitang?
"Professor Zhang, don't be impatient. Speak slowly."
Chen Zhou helped Zhang Shouwu into the house.
Zhang Shouwu took a breath, he felt exhausted from walking so fast all the way here.
"You are really old. You have only walked such a short distance..."
Seeing Zhang Shouwu sitting on the chair and taking a rest, Chen Zhou couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Professor Zhang, what happened to Professor Zhang Yitang?"
"Yes, yes, I came to tell you about Lao Zhang. Let me think about how to say it..."
Chen Zhou looked at Zhang Shouwu speechlessly.
Zhang Shouwu finally said, "Mr. Zhang bought a plane ticket back to California overnight."
Chen Zhou frowned slightly, not understanding what he meant.
Zhang Shouwu continued, "I listened to your report very carefully throughout the whole meeting and hardly interrupted once."
"After you completed the proof of the Cramer conjecture and left those few lines of formulas about the Jebov conjecture, Lao Zhang seemed to be possessed by a demon."
"He kept mumbling, 'So that's what happened, So that's what happened', and then he went to the airport alone without even saying hello."
"I called him later and found out that he was rushing back to California to study in seclusion. He said he had a new idea for his research on the twin prime conjecture."
"Oh, I see..." After hearing what Zhang Shouwu said, Chen Zhou immediately felt relieved.
Zhang Shouwu made him think that something had happened to Zhang Yitang.
It turned out to be a new idea in the study of the twin prime conjecture.
This is a good thing.
This is also what Chen Zhou is happy to see.
Seeing the smile on Chen Zhou's face, Zhang Shouwu couldn't help asking, "I wonder if you two were playing dumb in front of me that day? You got inspiration from him and solved the Cramer conjecture, and now he got new ideas from you and rushed back to solve the twin prime conjecture. Why didn't I get any inspiration?"
"This...maybe...the time is not right yet..." Chen Zhou held back his laughter and joked.
Zhang Shouwu: “…”
I chatted with Zhang Shouwu for a while and comforted this "frustrated" old man.
Chen Zhou went to wash up and prepare to attend the closing ceremony and dinner in the evening.
Speaking of which, this time here, apart from Zhang Yitang and Zhang Shouwu, Chen Zhou has not had any contact with other mathematicians.
7pm.
This academic conference is about to come to a close in the hotel's specially arranged banquet hall.
This academic conference was actually led by the American Mathematical Association and the American Mathematical Society.
MIT serves as the organizer and provides venue and manpower.
The American Mathematical Society, or AMS, was founded in 1888.
It has more than 30,000 individual members and 570 corporate members worldwide.
Among them are Chinese mathematicians such as Shing-Tung Yau and Terence Tao.
Domestic experts include Professor Long Yiming, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and Professor Chen Famu.
Unlike AMS, the American Mathematical Association, or MAA, is a professional group that focuses more on university mathematics education.
Members include college and university faculty, graduate and undergraduate students, and mathematicians and scientists.
At the same time, MAA is also a well-known publisher of professional and popular mathematics books.
Therefore, the closing ceremony of this conference was also co-hosted by MAA and AMS.
As the closing ceremony began, the hall fell silent.
After the routine operation, a figure slowly walked onto the stage.
This person is none other than the newly elected president of MAA and the first non-white president in the history of MAA, Francis Su.
More importantly, this is a Chinese mathematician.
At the closing ceremony of such a historic academic conference, a Chinese mathematician gave the final closing speech.
It has many different meanings.
