A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 187 Existence is not proven, but rather woven.
Before we knew it, seven whiteboards had been piled up on the stage.

The eighth whiteboard was pushed onto the stage by the staff. Chen Hui wrote a few more lines of formula to complete the beginning and end. He stepped back a few steps, scanned all the whiteboards, and then said, "Finally, we got this formula."

Sexist=∫M4(∥F∥2+ΓweaveΨhologram)≥0
“Among them, Γweave represents the topological constraint of weaving, and Ψhologram is the quantum imprint of holographic projection.”

After speaking, Chen Hui turned to face the audience in the lecture hall, "This formula shows that as long as the fibrous structure of spacetime is not torn apart, a smooth solution must exist!"

The lecture hall was completely silent; everyone stared at the last line of formula on the whiteboard.

The clock at the back of the auditorium turned silently, as if time had stood still at that moment.

Only after the second hand had quietly completed a full rotation did Edward Witten slowly raise his hand and begin to clap.

clap clap clap...

It started with a few scattered applause, then the applause rose like a tide, becoming a continuous roar that swept through the entire lecture hall.

"Without a doubt, this proof is correct!"

Even the proud Faltings turned his gaze away from the whiteboard and muttered to himself, "We once thought the solutions to the equations were hidden in the abyss of analysis, but we have finally discovered that they float on the surface of the topological lake—existence is not proven, but woven in!"

"The existence proof confirms the mathematical legitimacy of the Standard Model and suggests that quark confinement is a necessary consequence of topological weaving!"

The Fields Medal-winning physicist Edward Witten's eyes lit up. He had already conceived many uses for this new tool, and even in his seventies, he remained passionate about exploring the frontiers of physics.

"GTW (canonical topological weaving) has given rise to a new branch of 'quantum geometric analysis,' which will break through the century-old wall between Riemannian geometry and topology!"

Fefferman, an expert in partial differential equations and harmonic analysis, muttered to himself that he saw the enormous potential of this new tool, which would undoubtedly have a huge impact on the mathematics community, and countless doctoral students in mathematics should be grateful to Chen Hui.

They'll be able to produce a lot more papers like this!
Deligne stared intently at the whiteboard, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, before finally speaking after a long pause, "The 'holographic sealing' technology hidden within the tool can provide a new dual model for quantum gravity theory!"

Bourguignon, beaming with joy, clapped more enthusiastically than anyone else despite being over seventy years old, like a happy child.

The applause in the auditorium lasted for several minutes before it subsided slightly.

The ensuing Q&A session seemed somewhat superfluous. Those in the lecture hall who could understand the lecture already had few questions, while those who couldn't understand simply didn't know where to begin.

However, many people still eagerly raised questions, but most of them were non-academic in nature.

Chen Hui answered each of these questions in detail.

As the report ended, the audience gradually dispersed. Schultz and his group did not disturb Chen Hui because, at the same time the report ended, the group of media people, like a school of fish smelling fish, instantly swarmed forward and surrounded Chen Hui.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from the BBC..."

"Hello……"

"Could you tell us the story behind the proof of the Millennium Puzzle?"

"What made you decide to study the Yang-Mills equations?"

"Excuse me, how old are you this year?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

These journalists couldn't distinguish between proving the existence problem of Yang-Mills and completely solving the Yang-Mills equation; they simply assumed that Chen Hui had completely solved this millennium problem.

They were even more excited than Chen Hui.

Reporters shoved microphones into Chen Hui's face, their flashes blinding him. This was the first time he'd ever encountered such a scene. Chen Hui, who had been speaking eloquently at the conference, now seemed somewhat dazed and couldn't even hear the reporters' questions clearly.

"How do you usually study? Could you share your study methods with everyone?"

A familiar voice snapped Chen Hui out of his daze.

Looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a familiar yellow-skinned man who had just spoken in Chinese. Chen Hui was surprised to find himself meeting a reporter from China here.

He simply glanced at the sign on the other person's microphone—Black Round Rural Newspaper.

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Chen Hui had never heard of this newspaper before, and he even suspected that it might be some shady, unreliable media outlet.

But he didn't recognize any of the media outlets that surrounded him, nor did he know why they hadn't come.

He was unaware that the reason this European Mathematical Society meeting was so quiet was entirely because of him.

"Study the paper, then think, deduce, think again, then read the paper again, think again, deduce again..."

Chen Hui also spoke in Mandarin to the reporter from the Black Round Village Newspaper.

Since the other party is the only fellow villager, we should give them this much face.

The other Western journalists were completely bewildered. They couldn't understand a word Chen Hui was saying. They wished they could go back a few days and brush up on their Chinese. At the same time, they secretly resolved to enroll in a class when they got back, as the benefits of learning another foreign language were self-evident.

After Chen Hui spoke, they did not interrupt him. Other people's questions could also be used as their reports. Even if they did not understand now, they could translate them when they got back.

Of course, some well-prepared reporters had already put on simultaneous interpretation headsets.

"As we all know, you previously studied mathematical problems in condensed matter physics and made remarkable achievements in this field, even publishing papers in the top mathematics journal, Annals of Mathematics. What prompted you to turn your attention to the Yang-Mills equations?"

Zhang Kaimeng, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was somewhat excited. Sure enough, his gamble paid off. As the only Chinese reporter present, Chen Hui gave him a lot of face.

He came prepared. He didn't actually sleep on the plane. He spent the past ten-plus hours researching Chen Hui's academic background. He even printed out Chen Hui's papers. Even if he couldn't understand them, he at least skimmed through them.

If the first question was asked out of consideration for being fellow Chinese, then Chen Hui could see the questioner's meticulous preparation in the second question; the other party's effort and dedication were hidden behind this simple question.

"The public likes to label strangers based on their common sense, which helps them quickly understand the person, but in fact, this approach is one-sided, especially when it comes to cutting-edge research."

Chen Hui answered in Mandarin, saying, "It's difficult for us to categorize a problem like we do in primary education."

"For example, condensed matter physics can be a problem in physics, mathematics, or even materials science in chemistry..."

"Then why is it the Yang-Mills equation?"

Zhang Kaimeng continued to ask.

"Of course, it's for the million-dollar bounty offered by the Clay Research Institute."

Chen Hui said with a smile.

The surrounding reporters also laughed.

"If I had to come up with a reason, it would only be this."

Chen Hui's smile faded. "However, in reality, it's not just me. I believe all academic researchers are like this. We don't have any particular motivation for engaging in research. If I had to say, it's simply because the problem is right here, and it just happens to pique my interest."

Zhang Kaimeng's eyes lit up, and she continued to ask, "So, you think interest is the best teacher?"

"That's it!"

Chen Hui nodded.

"The next question might be a bit sensitive, but I believe many people will be very interested in it," Zhang Kaimeng continued.

The other reporters couldn't help but feel envious; Chen Hui was being far too cooperative with this fellow reporter.

"You are currently an undergraduate student at Jiangcheng University. Would you choose to study abroad or stay at Jiangcheng University for further studies in the future? After all, Princeton is perhaps the mecca for all mathematics researchers..."

Zhang Kaimeng boldly asked, "Will you come back in the future?"

"Who said I was going to Princeton?"

"I think the learning environment at Jiangcheng University is quite good. I don't have any plans to study abroad for the time being. I will definitely go to Princeton, but I haven't decided how long I will stay or in what capacity."

"As for the last question."

Chen Hui laughed, "My home is in Chengdu, of course I'm coming back!"

Upon hearing this answer, Zhang Kaimeng smiled. At this moment, in this foreign land, the two Chinese people felt a tacit understanding between them.

Zhang Kaimeng then asked several more questions, including about his life and research, and Chen Hui answered them one by one without revealing his personal privacy. The entire interview lasted about twenty minutes, with Zhang Kaimeng having almost fifteen minutes to herself.

"I have one last request."

Towards the end of the interview, Zhang Kaimeng asked again, "Could you stand on the stage and we take a cover photo of you?"

"of course."

Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Hui broke free from the reporters' encirclement and returned to the stage.

The reporters were dazzled by the young and handsome guy on stage.

God is really unfair. It's one thing for him to have such amazing talent in mathematics, but why did He also have to be given such a handsome face?

"Fuck me!"

"If I had known I was here to interview about such a sensational story, I definitely wouldn't have complained at all!"

As Wang Dahai carried the camera out of the lecture hall, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

He was just a junior photographer for the Black Round Rural Newspaper, and even when he was doing interviews in China, he would sit at the children's table.

But just now, competing on the same stage with countless top international media outlets and winning the championship was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Seeing one's compatriots achieve results that are admired even by Westerners in a foreign land is a wonderful feeling.

"I was busy looking at the documents before, I didn't have time to pay attention to you. Otherwise, if you had been cursing and swearing the whole way, I would have replaced you long ago."

Zhang Kaimeng was also in a great mood.

"No, brother, don't call me again if there's a similar urgent matter next time!"

Wang Dahai quickly replied, "We've been partners for many years, so it's easy for us to use."

"Come on, come on, since you've come all the way to Budapest, let me treat you to some Hungarian specialties."

He tried to entice his old partner with delicious food.

Zhang Kaimeng shook his head, "Now is not the time to celebrate. We need to go back and organize today's material into a report, and try to send it out this afternoon so that our compatriots in China can be happy as soon as possible!"

……

Huaxia, Institute of Plasma Physics, Luzhou Institute of Materials Science

Beneath a mural depicting Kuafu chasing the sun, Director Song Yuntao stood at the control console, looking down at the 20-meter-high vacuum chamber that resembled orange segments.

A billion degrees in a thousand seconds!

Just now, the fully superconducting tokamak nuclear fusion experimental device in front of us has completed a perfect operation.

It is foreseeable that this news will attract countless followers and give a strong boost to colleagues at home and abroad who are researching controlled nuclear fusion.

China has gone from catching up to surpassing in less than fifty years. Today, it is in a leading position in the field of controlled nuclear fusion, and its tokamak device is undoubtedly the world's number one.

But Song Yuntao wasn't too happy.

Looking at the severely damaged first wall material, the magnet system that had lost its superconducting properties due to the high temperature, and the numerous smoking components in the entire system, he was both happy and worried.

A long way to go!

Although they achieved the milestone breakthrough of 100 million kiloseconds, there is still a long way to go before they can actually use nuclear fusion to generate electricity. After this 1,000 seconds, a large number of materials in the entire system will need to be repaired, and the next experiment can only be held for several months. As for generating electricity, that is even more uncertain.

"Teacher, there's a very interesting paper in the recent 'Annals of Mathematics,' have you read it?"

Cao Xu suppressed his happy smile, went to Song Yuntao's side, and asked, seeing his teacher's melancholy expression, he could guess what his teacher was worried about.

"Annals of Mathematics?"

Song Yuntao frowned slightly and shook his head.

They are more inclined towards engineering, and in basic science they focus more on the field of physics. He certainly knows about top mathematics journals like the Annals of Mathematics, but he hasn't paid much attention to them.

In the days leading up to this experiment, he was completely focused and naturally didn't know what Cao Xu was talking about.

"I've sent you the link. You can take a look when you're interested."

Cao Xu took out his phone and forwarded a link to Song Yuntao.

"Geometry of Number Theory: Langlands Realization of Symmetry Physics and a New Paradigm for Topological Matter".

Upon seeing this title, Song Yuntao remained noncommittal.

But after reading the abstract, his expression turned serious. Ignoring the joyful celebrations around him, he turned and went back to his office, printed out the paper, and began to study it carefully.

Five hours later, Song Yuntao finished reading the paper and looked up blankly.

To be honest, he didn't understand a lot of things in the paper, especially the mathematical proofs, but he understood the meaning: it was about using mathematical methods to predict the interest in materials in order to explore new materials.

Since the other party was able to publish it in the Annals of Mathematics, it means that the authenticity of the paper is beyond doubt.

"Teacher, how is it?"

Cao Xu asked expectantly, "How about we recruit this person as well? Maybe..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Yuntao shook his head, "The theory is good, but it's still a long way from being truly applicable!"

He never denies the significance of basic scientific research, but throughout history, cutting-edge basic scientific research in the contemporary era often takes many years before it can be truly applied.

Even if they recruit this author, it wouldn't be of much help to their current research.

(End of this chapter)