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How to do? How to do? Wei Zihao's eyes were red.

As the most outstanding scholar in No. 2 Middle School, he never thought that he would lose, but the fact is that he lost completely.

Do you really want to sing conquest? Thinking of this, he will go crazy!

"Don't panic, we haven't lost yet!" Huang Zitao gritted his teeth and said, "There are still three trials, and we still have a chance."

In order to defeat Qin Luo, only he knows how much effort he has made. So until the last moment, Huang Zitao will never admit defeat easily!

Is there really a chance? A look of sadness flashed in Wei Zihao's eyes.

The Fourth Lounge.

"Qin Luo, why didn't you come to make up the class!" As soon as she stepped into the classroom, Lin Shanshan rushed over angrily.

She clearly said to wait for him after school, but she waited left and right, but she didn't wait for Qin Luo.

"I don't know your address." Qin Luo said helplessly.

"Don't know the address, don't you know how to call?"

"You didn't tell me the phone."

"..." Lin Shanshan gritted her teeth, she was going crazy!

"I didn't tell you, so don't you know to ask?"

"What's your phone number?"

Collapsing, completely collapsing, as a well-known scholar and school beauty of No. 4 Middle School, she has never collapsed like this.

I shouldn't be angry, don't be angry, people with high IQs have low EQs. Thinking of this, Lin Shanshan finally felt better.

"1838...remember my phone number!" Lin Shanshan said viciously, then turned around and left.

"??? Can you say it again?"

Lin Shanshan stumbled under her feet and almost fell to the ground. She turned her head and glared at Qin Luo: "1838..."

...

Yanjing, Sun Yat-Sen University.

A white-haired, ruddy-faced old man is sitting by the window, a pot of green tea, a mathematical journal, and a **** picture.

Zhou Haizhong, the proponent of Zhou's conjecture, a well-known mathematician in China, and a big bull who enjoys special national allowances, even in the global mathematics community, can't hide his brilliance.

He is most proud of coming up with Zhou's conjecture that has plagued the academic world for more than a decade, but his biggest regret is also the same.

Conjecture is conjecture after all.

If it can't be proved one day, Zhou Haizhong regrets one day.

"Dong dong dong."

"Old Zhou..."

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, the voice of his student Xu Enmin.

"Enter."

Soon, a gentle man with gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

He was not young, about forty years old, with piercing eyes.

"Your hometown, Beishan City sent an answer sheet about the proof of Zhou's conjecture." Xu Enmin whispered.

"Oh, let it go, I'll watch it if I have time." Zhou Haizhong said with a wave of his hand.

Since Zhou's conjecture was proposed, almost every few days, an answer sheet on proving the theory of Zhou's conjecture would be placed on his desk.

One person is short and two are long. Zhou Haizhong doesn't think he is the best in the world. He is looking forward to someone who can prove this "answer"

Ten years have been like the same day, from the very beginning when he opened the answer sheet with great anticipation, and now he is too lazy to open it.

Because every time, it is a disappointment.

There are too many people who daydream and want to be famous in one fell swoop.

"Teacher, you should take a look at this answer sheet. I assure you that it is definitely not as bad as you think." Xu Enlai said sincerely.

"Isn't it your lifelong wish to prove Zhou's conjecture? Maybe this answer sheet will give you a satisfactory answer."