CHAPTER 480: CHAPTER 154 PAPER PUBLICATION_4

After entering the conference hall, Qiao Yu instinctively glanced around a few times to see if there were any familiar faces, but the result was certainly disappointing.

There were too many people, and even if there were acquaintances, he couldn’t recognize them.

There were quite a few people who wanted to greet him, but unfortunately, the meeting was about to start.

...

The opening address and some speeches by the leaders in between were nothing to talk about. Notably, Elder Yuan was also invited to say a few words on stage.

Next came the main event of today, the awarding of the Hua Luogeng Award and the Chen Shengshen Prize.

Of course, Qiao Yu wasn’t very interested... since it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Ultimately, the Hua Luogeng Award was won by an old professor from Ludong University, while the Chen Shengshen Prize was divided between two young professors from Yanbei University and Yujiang University.

During this period, Tian Yanzhen was also invited on stage to present the Chen Shengshen Prize to the winners.

Although it was unrelated to him, Qiao Yu also felt the atmosphere of winning an award.

There’s no doubt that this was definitely the time when the applause was the most enthusiastic. Regardless of what people in the audience thought in their hearts, just listening to the applause, it was absolutely sincere.

After the award ceremony, it was time for group photos, and from ten to twelve, there were two sixty-minute report sessions.

Notably, the second report session featured a presentation by the current Chen Shengshen Prize winner, covering content related to Riemannian Geometry.

Topics included things like the singularity and regularity of the limit space under the Gromov-Hausdorff distance.

Qiao Yu was somewhat interested in this area.

Because the Gromov-Hausdorff distance mainly measures how two metric spaces converge under appropriate embedding conditions, some of the concepts provided some help for his research.

Especially when mentioning the Gromov-Hausdorff compactness theorem, the presenter proposed a proof idea that uses geodesic behavior and metric constraints under curvature control to construct a limit space.

This made Qiao Yu think about whether he could construct a modal limit space in his modal space through similar curvature constraints and metric behavior.

Thus, researching similar compactness properties in modal number theory or modal geometry.

Because in Riemannian Geometry, curvature controls the behavior of geodesics and the overall shape of manifolds; in modal space, one can conceive similar modal curvature to describe the compactness or convergence properties of modal relationships.

Hmm... this modal limit space can be a new logical geometrical object with some reduction properties.

In short, Qiao Yu did gain something. Although it was just an idea in his mind, who knows, maybe it will be useful in the future?

The speaker on stage controlled the timing perfectly, finishing the report at 11:58.

The host didn’t delay any longer, and by around twelve, the morning session concluded successfully.

Next was lunchtime.

However, when leaving the venue, a minor commotion occurred.

Qiao Yu, always with sharp ears, even heard someone mention his name from behind.

"Director Tian, I just heard someone call my name?" Qiao Yu asked, looking at Qiao Xi behind him: "Mom, did you hear it?"

"They weren’t calling you, just reading your name..." Tian Yanzhen said irritably, then explained, "Probably your paper is up on the website."

After saying this, Tian Yanzhen took out his phone to check.

Indeed, at exactly twelve, Qiao Yu’s paper was published in Ann. Math.

Qiao Yu crowded over to take a look, and indeed, it was published, as the paper title looked very familiar.

It was in Volume 202, Issue 6 of 2025. As expected, the first paper was his. The second one was Senior Brother Chen’s as the first author.

This issue contained a total of five papers, all published together. The paper below Senior Brother Chen’s was titled "Microlocal Morse theory of wrapped Fukaya categories."

Qiao Yu felt that if he hadn’t cut in line, this might have been the cover paper.

As for Tian Yanzhen, he obviously didn’t have these sentiments, he merely looked at the names of the first two authors in deep thought.

Qiao Yu had been at Yanbei University for less than a year. He had already published three articles in the top four journals, and soon there would be a fourth...

Incidentally, he also left a name for his senior brother in Ann. Math.

Less than a year...

"Qiao Xi, after lunch, please take him back to the room and keep an eye on him today. Don’t let him run around before tomorrow’s report session is completed."

"Alright, Academician Tian," Qiao Xi replied lightly, as usual.

"No, Director Tian, does this mean I won’t attend the meetings coming up?"

"What do you need to attend? Just properly prepare your report in the room. If there’s anyone’s report you want to listen to, I’ll invite them over to the research center to talk to you again."

Tian Yanzhen said domineeringly.

Qiao Yu was speechless, then looked at Yuan Zhengxin. His grandmaster smiled but said nothing.

Alright, no objection means agreement...

No way, ultimately the arm can’t twist the thigh.

...

The Huaxia Mathematics Annual Meeting cannot simply be summed up as one conference. It also included numerous satellite meetings and forums of various sub-committees.

Besides the algebraic geometry conference that had already taken place, there were meetings like the Computing Society Conference, the Computer Mathematics Frontier Conference, the Biological Mathematics Conference, the Mathematics and Communication Forum, etc...

Not only were these meetings interspersed, but there were also various breakout session report meetings.

In simple terms, after the main hall report meeting in the morning, one could wander around all afternoon...

However, Qiao Yu was deprived of this privilege.

After lunch, he could only be watched over by Qiao Xi in the room, preparing for the main hall report the following day.

To be honest, he couldn’t quite understand why Director Tian wanted to keep him confined to the room.

In any case, he felt it was unnecessary.

After all, when it came to doing reports, he could even do them without a script...

Everything he created was printed in his brain, completely unforgettable, not to mention the PPT was already done.

Fortunately, Qiao Xi was there with him.

"So why aren’t we allowed to attend the lectures?"

"Probably afraid you’ll get too carried away? After all, it was a last-minute decision."

"Sigh, that only shows Director Tian still doesn’t understand me well. I’m the most humble person, how could I get carried away?"

"Is this why you’re not preparing properly? Just check the PPT again if you have nothing to do, make sure no issues arise. Teacher Yuan and Director Tian both really value your report this time."

"Oh..."

No choice, with someone else, Qiao Yu might casually resist... but with Qiao Xi, forget it.

Actually, Director Tian saw him quite accurately, such as not being rebellious enough.

But it doesn’t matter either way, it’s only a half-day confinement.

What frustrated him the most was chatting with Senior Brother Chen on WeChat, where this guy only replied with one sentence: "The boss just told me, if you contact me on WeChat, get you to quickly prepare for tomorrow’s report. Junior Brother, maybe you should listen to the boss first. Your report tomorrow is very important."

Senior Brother Chen had also defected, and Qiao Yu had no recourse.

There was no need to check the PPT, he glanced at it casually, and Qiao Yu simply put his energy into continuing his research...

Wasting time!

...

The next day, it was still in the grand banquet hall.

The schedule today actually allowed for more time, without the opening ceremony and award ceremony. After the first report session ended, there was a twenty-minute break.

And when Qiao Yu sat on the podium, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be more people in the banquet hall than yesterday...

This... could it be an illusion?