Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Chapter 32
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

The news that Kronecker's dream of youth was proved soon spread to Japan, and came to the campus of Tokyo Imperial University.

Taniyama Ichiro clutched the telegram tightly, rushed in without knocking on the door, bent over and supported his stomach, panting, "Takagi-sensei, something is wrong!"

Takagi Sadaharu raised his head upon hearing the sound, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips turned black.

In order to solve this mathematical problem as soon as possible, he did not know how many nights he stayed up, just looking for that glimmer of light.

Turning off the desk lamp that had been on all night, Takagi Sadaharu said kindly: "Gu Shan-kun is so flustered early in the morning, sit down and talk slowly, did something bad happen?"

Ichiro Taniyama was still in this mood, swallowed his saliva and said hastily: "Teacher, our subject has been published first, and it has been proved and published in the American mathematics journal "Mathematics Yearbook"!"

"Nani?" Sadaharu Takagi, who was still a little dizzy, sobered up instantly. He quickly put on the coat he was wearing, grabbed the telegram and began to read it word by word.

In order to study this conjecture, he gambled his own future, specially asked a few students with good qualifications from the school to help him deal with some trivial matters, and studied for five or six years in a row.

Now that the victory is close at hand, how can it be accepted that he suddenly took the first step and took it away.

But the content of the telegram would not lie to him, the more he read, the weaker he became, and when he read the last line, all the bones in his body were pulled away, and he collapsed on the ground.

"It's over, it's over, his academic achievements have basically been recognized by the international mathematics community, and Yamato's efforts have been in vain."

Taniyama Ichiro lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at him: "Teacher, the author of the thesis seems to be from China."

Takagi Sadaharu suddenly raised his head, his eyes shone with a different light: "What you said is true? Kronecker's dream of youth was proved by the Chinese people?"

Taniyama Ichiro tensed his body, and replied: "Teacher, it is absolutely true, the New York newspaper has confirmed it, and the thesis was proved by the Chinese people."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Sadaharu Takagi picked up the telegram on the ground, quickly browsed it and said: "We need to know whether it is an enemy or a friend, and we must be extremely vigilant about China. Contact the special high school, please They're going to check him out."

Historically, as early as the end of the 19th century, Japan quietly sent spies to our country to spy on intelligence, explore mineral deposits, and survey and draw maps. They have traveled almost all over our rivers and rivers for decades.

The above-mentioned customer post offices are one of their important strongholds. Other powers basically only open them in the downtown areas of big cities, but the Japanese are different. No matter how small the place is, they always come to one.

Later, after the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, after we captured the Japanese map, we were surprised to find that it was more detailed than the map drawn by ourselves. In addition to marking key traffic arteries, there were also small roads that only local people knew.

Because of the very detailed grasp of our country's information, some scientists who had no time to retreat were captured by Little Japan, and most of them died before dawn.

Prior to this, Mr. Bayuzao, a well-known aircraft expert, who completed his master’s degree in six months at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the first chief engineer of the General Aircraft Factory in the United States, and the manufacturer of my country’s first independently designed seaplane, was attacked in the 18th year of the Republic of China. Assassinated by Japanese military agents, only 37 years old.

And this example is not unique.

Speaking of back home, Cheng Nuo didn't know the news yet, and was still compiling textbooks in the Mathematics Office of Peking University.

The final exam was coming soon, so Cai Yuanpei didn't arrange a new class for him, and asked him to listen to other teachers' lectures to prepare for the new semester.

However, Cheng Nuo was the only one who knew the field theory in Peking University, and there were no professional textbooks in the world to translate, so he could only write the textbooks by himself while preparing lessons.

At this time, a janitor suddenly came to the door, holding a telegram in his hand and shouting: "Which one is Mr. Tom, here is a telegram, please come and sign for it."

Cheng Nuo just wanted to continue to immerse himself in creation, but after careful consideration, isn't one of his English names Tom, so he walked to the door and asked politely, "Master, is this a telegram from Princeton University in the United States?"

The janitor glanced at Cheng Nuo, and then took a closer look at the address: "Yes, this is it, you are Mr. Tom, oh, I've been looking for you so hard, I don't know a bunch of letters on it, please I found you after my classmates from Peking University translated it for me."

Cheng Nuo was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Master, I don't know why I have brought you such a big trouble, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea to keep you warm in such a cold day."

The janitor said cheerfully: "It's okay, they are all teachers and students of the school. You signed for this telegram, and I went straight to work."

After signing here, Cheng Nuo will know the general content.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a lot of rainbow farts. The thesis has already been published. It is expected that the manuscript fee and the sample booklet will be sent in a while. Along with them, there is also a professor appointment letter from Princeton University, saying that the salary can be discussed again. I hope He went to Princeton to give lectures to answer academic questions about this conjecture from the mathematics community.

Cheng Nuo smiled after reading it. It was expected that the manuscript was passed, but it was unexpected to get a letter of appointment at the same time.

But he is not going to refuse for the time being. When the domestic arrangements are almost the same, he must go to the United States to collect some capitalist wool. At that time, he had the status of a visiting professor at Princeton University, which was also good.

The movement of signing the telegram will inevitably attract the attention of other people in the office. Qin Fen quietly came to the back and stretched his neck to see what was written on it.

It is rare to have foreign telegrams in this era.

As the dean, Feng Zuxun couldn't stand it anymore, and coughed deliberately: "Ahem, Zhiyuan, you still have friends from the United States to send you a telegram?"

"No way, sending telegrams overseas is so expensive, and my friends are all poor, so they can't bear the money." Cheng Nuo explained.

Qin Fen saw that Feng Zuxun had spoken, and knew that he could not pry into other people's privacy, so he pretended to tickle and said, "Zhiyuan, I remember that the mathematical conjecture you mentioned at the beginning of the month has been delivered, should there be news?"

"Ah, yes, there's news, isn't it?" Cheng Nuo said calmly, holding up the telegram.

Qin Fen immediately resumed his normal course, came to Cheng Nuo and asked seriously, "How was the result?"

"pass."

"Passed?!" Qin Fen snatched it up and browsed the telegram.

Feng Zuxun also lost his composure, and stepped over to read the telegram.

After the two of them finished reading, they found that Cheng Nuo was drinking tea leisurely with Erlang's legs crossed, looking too irritating.

Qin Fen blushed with excitement: "My boy, why are you so calm? Did you already know the result behind your back?"

Cheng Nuo waved his hand: "Science doesn't believe in tears, it only believes in the truth. Brother Jingyang, this result has indeed been known for a long time."

Recalling that night when he just read the paper, Qin Fen felt that he was not as excited as he imagined. They had known this result for a long time, and now it was just a matter of course.

But seeing Cheng Nuo acting so aggressively, he still had to bleed.

They touched Feng Zuxun with their elbows, and Qin Fen looked at each other and said, "I saw that Princeton University is going to invite you to be a professor. Brother Zhiyuan, please don't invite us to have a meal."

Cheng Nuo immediately said: "No problem, pick any place, order whatever you want, except of course the bean juice."

But before the few people left the office, they saw Cai Yuanpei trotting over, holding a newspaper and saying to Cheng Nuo, "Zhiyuan, wait a minute."

(End of this chapter)