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In the office of the vice president of the Yanjing Mathematics Research Society, Academician Song Baoguo is leaning over his desk at the moment. His eyes are bloodshot, his hair is unkempt, and black ink stains can be seen everywhere on his clothes, as if he has not closed his eyes for several days and nights.

In fact, it was true. Like Wang Xuecai, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights.

In the past two days, except for eating and going to the toilet, he spent almost all of his time on demonstrating conjectures!
Finally, after rigorous demonstrations, the accuracy of the answer sheet was finally proved.

With the answer sheet in front of him, he perfectly proved Zhou's conjecture. Song Baoguo spent two days and checked it countless times without finding the slightest mistake.

Zhou's conjecture, this problem that has plagued the mathematics community for more than ten years, has finally been proved.

Song Baoguo got up suddenly, and slapped his hands heavily on the desk, making a loud noise.

"Oh!"

"teacher."

"Song Court."

The next moment, the door of the office was pushed open heavily, and a group of young people rushed in.

Some of them are students of Song Baoguo, and some are staff members of the Association of Numbers.

Song Baoguo, you are the vice president of the Data Federation Research Association. His every move affects the hearts of too many people. Song Baoguo has not left the office for two days in a row, and even has lunch delivered to the door. This has to make them nervous stand up.

Fortunately, Song Baoguo finally came out.

"Prepare the car, I'm going to see Zhou Haizhong." Song Baoguo said eagerly.

He couldn't wait, he wanted to see Zhou Haizhong soon.

"Ahem, teacher, it's getting late, why don't we go after dinner?" the young student asked tentatively.

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat all day long, and if you spend your eating time on academics, you won't even be able to prove Zhou's conjecture!" Song Baoguo was burning with anger, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed coldly. cold glow.

For a moment, a group of masters and doctors were so terrified that they didn't even dare to vent their breath.

If Zhou's conjecture was so easy to prove, it wouldn't have troubled the academic world for more than ten years, everyone said in their hearts.

As if aware of the abnormality of the crowd, Song Baoguo's face became gloomy again, his cold eyes scanned the crowd, and he scolded coldly: "Hmph, a high school student can prove Zhou's conjecture, but you doctors can't prove it. You should think about it!"

After all, he left the office without saying a word.

A high school student proved Zhou's conjecture?
For a moment, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of horror.

That's Zhou's conjecture, Zhou's conjecture, which stumps the mathematics world, is not elementary school mathematics.

Wang Xuecai, Song Baoguo, Zhou Haizhong, and even a series of foreign experts in mathematics are helpless against Zhou's conjecture. How can a high school student prove it!

"Brother, what the teacher said is not true, is it?"

"Probably not, after all, that's Zhou's conjecture." The young man thought for a while and said.

"I think it's really possible. After all, the teacher's temper doesn't seem like a joke." Another young man said.

... Song Baoguo is not a person who likes to joke.

Everyone was startled, looked at each other, and chased after Song Baoguo.

Not only Song Baoguo was very curious, but they were also very curious.

What kind of high school students can solve the problems that have plagued the mathematics world for more than ten years.