I am devoted to scientific research, but you want to trick me into having a love relationship?

Chapter 432 You can also think about where to bury it tonight
In early April, Boston enters spring and the temperature gradually rises, but there is still a chill in the air when the sun sets at night.

7 pm.

"Phew~ It's already April and it's still so cold."

Xu Qingzhou pushed the door open, rubbed his hands twice, and threw the car keys into the shoe cabinet.

He had just returned from the library at MIT.

Starting from late March, he spent more than ten days to finally complete the improvement of the large value estimate of the Dirichlet polynomial and proved that the real part of the non-trivial zeros lies in the critical band 0.48 < Re(s) < 0.51.

This is more accurate than the estimates made by Professor Maynard and his colleagues, focusing the research on a narrower interval and avoiding the directionless exploration of the entire complex plane.

Compared with the development of the Riemann hypothesis in recent years, it can definitely be regarded as a breakthrough. If it is compiled into a paper and released, it can also be a depth bomb.

But no matter how you look at it, this estimate is still fundamentally different from the Riemann hypothesis.

In other words, even if we continue to approximate, even if the upper and lower bounds are infinitely close to 1/2, Re(s)∈(0.4999, 0.5001), there may still be infinite counterexamples.

He struggled with this for a week without any progress.

So, I could only go to the library to read books, hoping to find some clues from previous research.

The difficulty of the Riemann hypothesis is fully revealed at this moment.

As it turned out, after spending four days in the library without any ideas, Xu Qingzhou was almost going crazy and falling into a state of autism.

No matter which method I use, there seems to be no hope.

It makes people feel a little desperate.

He now somewhat understood why Professor Gu and the others had been worried about undermining his confidence.

No wonder those mathematicians in the past doubted this thing. As the British mathematician Littlewood said: "If we can firmly believe that this conjecture is wrong, life will be more comfortable."

Xu Qingzhou threw away all the random thoughts and changed into his slippers. The lights in the living room were on, proving that Song Yao had returned.

The second cat strolled around the living room with graceful steps, jumped nimbly onto the sofa, and then lightly leaped onto the table. After inspecting its territory, it planned to take a nap on the sofa.

Xu Qingzhou turned his head to look towards the bedroom, and sure enough, he saw School Beauty Song folding clothes.

It wasn’t that cold at home, so School Beauty Song only wore a white sweater and high-waisted jeans, which perfectly highlighted her figure.

It’s so nice to look at my lively girlfriend, and all the fatigue of the day just disappears.

Xu Qingzhou tiptoed over, wanting to try to get some, but School Beauty Song turned around first and looked at him indifferently: "What do you want to do?"

She had noticed this guy sneaking into the bedroom a long time ago.

It looks like he has no good intentions.

"without"

Xu Qingzhou smiled bitterly. It would be boring if he was discovered. He folded clothes with Song Yao and said, "I came here to help you. Didn't you say you were going to work overtime today? Why did you come back early?"

Miss Song has been very busy recently. She needs to work on a project with Professor Morton and write her second paper. She usually strictly controls her staying up late, but now she often finishes her work at 12 o'clock in the morning.

"Professor Morton had something urgent to do, so he gave me half a day off. Can you fold it more nicely? You'd better go out, I'll fold it myself." Song Yao was very disgusted.

"No, these are the last few."

Xu Qingzhou's eyes fell on Song Yao's several small clothes, which were mostly dark colors, and some were lace. And the small underwear was pink, hollow on the top, and private soft fabric on the bottom.
I never get tired of seeing it on school beauty Song.

"go out!"

Song Yao had a sour look on her face and kicked Xu Qingzhou out. The two had been together for three years and although they were not shy about it, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable looking at this guy's lustful eyes.

"It's not like you haven't touched it before. Leave now."

Xu Qingzhou muttered quietly and ran away before Song Yao could make a move. On the desk, Er Miao was drowsy.

Xu Qingzhou came to the living room, picked up Er Miao and held him in his arms. He had nothing to do, so he sat down in Song Yao's seat.

On the left are Song Yao's books, such as "Intellectual Property Law", "American Judicial System", "Where Do Your Rights Come From?", etc., as well as "Economic Problems in the United States" and "Transaction Economics" in economics.
He took out a book on microeconomics to pass the time.

Er Miao struggled a few times at first, but now his eyelids began to droop again.

On this side, Song Yao came out after getting ready. Seeing Xu Qingzhou reading seriously, she couldn't help but go over to comb his hair. He had just had a haircut yesterday, and his hair felt numb and very comfortable to the touch.

She asked, "After two days in the library, do you have any ideas?"

Song Yao knew that Xu Qingzhou had been confused these days. He had been hanging out in the library for a week, leaving early and returning late every day. Although he would cheer her up when he came back, she could still feel that Xu Qingzhou was in a low mood, which was even more terrifying than when he was busy calculating at home some time ago.

"No, there seems to be no hope in mathematics. Now we can only put our hope on physics." Xu Qingzhou sighed.

"If you don't have enough brain cells, don't make it hard on yourself."

"I suspect you are scolding me. I would be happier if you didn't touch my head." Xu Qingzhou tilted his head back, his eyes passing through her large chest and falling on her face.

Her chin is round, her long eyelashes are clearly visible under the light, her eyes are sparkling, and her facial features are perfect. There is nothing to say about her appearance.

It turns out that beauties are beautiful from every angle.

"You touched my feet too." Song Yao looked down at the face that deserved a beating and reminded.

"This is different." Xu Qingzhou sat down, put Ermao down, and continued to enjoy Song Yao's head massage.

Song Yao raised her eyebrows and added coldly: "And kiss my feet"

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"You touch it"

Xu Qingzhou felt that this topic could not be discussed anymore, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest his brain. You know what, I kind of understand why Er Miao started to close his eyes and fall asleep while being petted.

It's really comfortable.

Song Yao asked, "What did you want to do when you first entered the room?"

"Help you fold your clothes."

"Only in this way?"

"What else?" Xu Qingzhou answered innocently.

"hehe."

Xu Qingzhou said lazily: "Don't laugh, I'm just thinking about it, I didn't really do anything."

"Xu Qingzhou, can't you think of something else?" Song Yao held Xu Qingzhou's head, feeling helpless towards this boyfriend who always had such naughty thoughts.

Xu Qingzhou's eyes lit up: "You mean, can you think of anything else?"

Song Xiaohua is in a special period these days, so only hehe
So motivational.

"sure."

Song Yao hugged Xu Qingzhou from behind, and her breath hit his ears, making Xu Qingzhou inhale with a hiss.

Before I could appreciate the girl's tenderness, I heard her soft voice saying, "You can still think about where to bury it tonight."

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In addition to being good-looking, School Beauty Song is still as ruthless as ever.

(End of this chapter)