The dining hall of Peking University is vast.

It can accommodate more than 3000 people to eat at the same time.

At this moment, somewhere in the dining hall.

A group of teenagers are holding mobile phones with great interest, and words like 17 points, 18 points, etc. appear from time to time.

One of the youngsters was arrogant and looked into the distance.

Sun Hua, the first place in the provincial examination in Central China, is a veritable scholar.

"Brother Sun, don't you estimate the score?" Someone in the crowd asked curiously.

Evaluate? That's something only scumbags do. Straight A student? No need for that at all.

"No need." Sun Hua smiled lightly and said, "I can get full marks on such a simple question even with my eyes closed."

Although he did not dare to guarantee the specific score, in front of all the younger brothers, he had to maintain the demeanor of a scholar.

Full marks!

For a time, everyone was stunned.

It is undeniable that the test questions of this national competition are indeed much simpler than the previous ones.

But it's not without difficulty.

The last geometric equation is still very difficult, and many scholars have succumbed to this problem.

But Sun Hua didn't, he got full marks!

"Brother Sun is worthy of being Brother Sun, he is still so awesome."

"As for Qin Luo, since he dares to compare with our brother Sun, he is simply asking for his own death."

"Brother Sun, are you free tonight, can you make up for me?"

"..."

Hearing the compliments in his ears, Sun Hua smiled lightly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "We'll talk about making up the class after a while. I want to focus on Zhou's conjecture recently."

"Then tomorrow's national final?"

"It's just a national decision, a trifle..."

After all, Sun Hua turned around and left without looking at it.

Guo Jue is no longer in his eyes, and his goal is Zhou's conjecture that has plagued the mathematics community!

Immediately, the audience was silent and silent.

Not only everyone in the Central China team, but also some students from Yenching University around them, all stared at Yenching.

After a while, however, there was a burst of laughter in the cafeteria.

How old is Sun Hua, and he is still a high school student. Can he prove Zhou's conjecture? Thinking about it is Arabian Nights.

"You little brat, do you know what Zhou's conjecture is?"

"That's right, do you really think of yourself as a genius? Who is not the winner of the national competition among the people sitting here now?"

"At Yanda, the most important thing is genius!"

"...Student, how far have you proved?"

The overwhelming ridicule swept towards Sun Hua, and Sun Hua stopped for a while and smiled lightly: "Prove that 2(2n)\u003cp\u003c2(2(n1)) according to the distribution law of Mersenne prime numbers"

After he finished speaking, he walked away.

His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears.

Quiet, deadly quiet.

The entire Yanda cafeteria fell silent in an instant, and a group of Yanda geniuses had their eyes wide open, and they could hardly believe their ears.

The quick-response person has already thrown off the plate, picked up the pen and paper, and started to check.

"Swish swish~" Crisp and crisp writing filled the entire cafeteria.

"Damn it, Mersenne primes can actually be used to prove Zhou's conjecture!"

"That kid can actually figure this out!"

"High school student, prove Zhou's conjecture, genius."

"..."

For a time, everyone was amazed.

A high school student who is only 178 years old has already begun to contact academic issues, and has flexibly used Mersenne primes to advance the argument of Zhou's conjecture a lot!

It's amazing enough.

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