CHAPTER 872: CHAPTER 876: BORN A REBEL (26)

Ginger gets spicier with age, Elder Zheng immediately countered Lan Chengying and Yu Xiang.

Lan Chengying, Yu Xiang: "..." They looked at each other, helpless. They didn’t know either.

Elder Zheng silently waited for Lan Chengying and Yu Xiang’s answer, while the other students present were also waiting.

These advanced mathematical methods, let alone the math students present, even someone like Chen Hao, who is Elder Zheng’s proud disciple and normally dabbles in a wide array of academic fields, only knows about the first couple of methods. The ones after that, he has only heard of.

If one were to explain them in detail without having a thorough understanding, they certainly wouldn’t be able to make sense of them.

Awkward....

Elder Zheng sarcastically asked, "You don’t know? I thought you raised this question because you have some deep understanding of it."

"Didn’t expect that such fundamental things can’t be answered."

Provoked, Yu Xiang blurted out without thinking, "My Sister Su definitely knows."

"Sister Su? Are you talking about Su Li?"

Elder Zheng said calmly, "As far as I know, her mathematics score in the college entrance exam was only twenty-eight points."

The meaning of his unspoken words was obvious.

Elder Zheng inherently disliked students like Su Li who stir up trouble, not to mention the influence of people like Elder Qin and Director Xie.

Back in the day, Director Xie slammed the transcripts of Su Li, Lan Chengying, and others on the desk, angrily complaining to the old folks.

With such grades, they still want to enter Hua University—this is an insult to the century-old reputation of Hua University and to us teachers.

But at that time, since the principal insisted, and they weren’t assigned to their departments, they didn’t speak up in opposition.

The students burst into laughter, twenty-eight points.... even guessing randomly wouldn’t result in such a low score.

Apart from Lan Chengying and Yu Xiang, only Chen Hao didn’t show a mocking smile.

He was somewhat taken aback—this score could not possibly be achieved by someone who can think of over thirty solutions to a difficult problem.

Could it really be that, as his roommate said, they merely used someone else’s work?

These second-generation rich kids have the money, and there are always a few who would bend their principles for riches.

At this moment, Lan Chengying’s phone rang. Upon seeing the name, his hand reacted faster than his brain and instinctively pressed the green answer button.

Su Li’s voice came through the receiver, "Where are you?"

"Oh, you’re looking at this question?" Lan Chengying’s phone camera was pointing at the projector, and the content on the screen happened to catch Su Li’s eye.

She had just woken up, still groggy, paying no attention to the unusual scene around her.

The next second, she heard Su Li say, "This problem is meaningless, very simple, the answer is that his conjecture is correct."

The previously noisy room suddenly turned silent.

Su Li’s soft yawn was clearly heard by everyone else.

"If it’s so simple, how do you prove it?"

"Huh, does it really need proving? Just one look and you can tell." Su Li lazily replied, unaware that the voice earlier wasn’t from Lan Chengying.

The hope that Elder Zheng had raised almost immediately faded. It was laughable that he even momentarily believed in the truth of her words.

Believing a person who only scored twenty-eight in mathematics was almost absurd.

"Oh, I forgot your IQ isn’t that high, that you can’t see the answer at a glance." Su Li’s unintentional words mocked everyone present.

At this moment, Lan Chengying realized, and arrogantly glanced around, puffs up his chest, and said to Su Li, "Then explain it to me, I’m someone who yearns for knowledge."

The observing students: "...." They looked at Lan Chengying speechlessly.

What courage makes you believe in Su Li’s words?

Not knowing what he’s so pleased about.

If Su Li can prove it, we’ll eat shit on a live stream....

All math students have heard of the difficulty of the Goldbach Conjecture.

Norwegian mathematician Brown proved the theorem 9+9, German Redmah proved 7+7, then 6+6....3+3, and so on were gradually tackled.

But they were just one step away from the final result of 1+1.

Yet it was for this final step that an exceedingly long exploration process was endured, without anyone being able to provide the final proof.

Some mathematicians have suggested that proving 1+1 might require the creation of a new mathematical method, as the existing paths were not feasible.

Even those great mathematicians were powerless; how could an ignorant delinquent solve it?

As someone couldn’t resist making a sarcastic remark, Su Li’s voice came through the phone again.

Su Li was initially reluctant to explain, but Lan Chengying’s words slightly moved her.

At some point, in different worlds perhaps, she too longed and craved for knowledge so desperately.

"Alright, this proof problem can be solved by substituting a simple formula."

"Hold on, I’ll write it down and send you a photo."

Then, there was the sound of pen on paper, followed shortly by a beep on Lan Chengying’s phone: You have a new message.

"Pick up some vegetarian dishes from the Vegetarian Restaurant when you come back, bye."

Once the call was disconnected, everyone eagerly stared at Lan Chengying... his phone.

Even though they thought these people were pretending to be mysterious, their hearts were still itching with curiosity, so much so that they wanted to snatch the phone to see what Su Li had sent.

With agile movements, Elder Zheng quickly took the phone from Lan Chengying, face solemn.

"Hey, what are you doing...." Seeing it’s an elderly man in his sixties or seventies, there’s really nothing else Lan Chengying could do but watch as his beloved phone was taken away.

Despite his age, Elder Zheng is more adept with phones than young people.

He quickly found the picture Su Li sent, appearing to be a draft.

At first glance, the bold and free-spirited handwriting stood out.

Elder Zheng silently thought, "What good handwriting."

The ancients said, "Handwriting reflects personality." A person who writes with such flair surely has depth within.

Momentarily, Elder Zheng thought they might have misunderstood her.

The thought quickly passed as he focused entirely on the content of the draft, swiftly discarding unnecessary distractions.

He read each word slowly, his facial expression changing gradually: eyes widening, lips pursed tight, face flushed, breath quickening.

Suddenly, Elder Zheng shouted, "Give me paper and pen."

This is correct, that part is also correct.

Even reversing the inference, it’s correct.

The draft image employed a completely new formula, and Elder Zheng used many methods without finding any flaw in it. What was presented to him was a flawless new equation. This meant that the equation was correct....

Through this, the correctness of the Goldbach Conjecture could be quickly proven.