A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 267: Became a mascot

Just as Rogers's backside was about to make intimate contact with the hard ground, time seemed to freeze.

The intense feeling of weightlessness and the anticipation of impending pain acted like a powerful catalyst, abruptly merging the chaotic algebraic symbols, geometric images, and Lindsay's "weaving" conception in his mind!
"Directivity! Chiral locking!"

A near-roar of sudden realization burst forth from his mouth before the muffled thud of his body hitting the ground!

The sound was so loud and clear that it even startled several birds in the tree.

"Bang!" Rogers fell heavily to the ground, his face turning deathly pale with pain. But his eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep due to his severe nearsightedness, suddenly burst forth with a terrifying, almost manic light!

He completely ignored his physical discomfort, and miraculously, his right hand tightly gripped the worn-out parchment notebook and a short pencil that he always kept in the inside pocket of his suit.

Completely ignoring the excruciating pain in his buttocks, he rolled over, placing the notebook on the ground, and began to frantically dance the pencil across the paper!
"Professor! Are you alright?" Lindsay and the students exclaimed and rushed forward to help him up.

It happened so suddenly that they didn't even have time to catch Rogers when he fell to the ground.

"Don't touch me! Don't touch me!"

Rogers practically roared, his left hand gripping the notepad tightly, while his right hand wrote even faster, the pencil tip almost tearing through the paper. "I caught it! Just as I fell! It was a hand lock!"

Lindsay, your 'weaving' is correct, but the direction is wrong! It's not about pinning it down, it's about inducing a stable spiral orientation!

By utilizing the Berry phase of the gauge field itself, a chiral selection is naturally generated within the tube, so that it does not violate the superKeller structure, see here…

He endured the pain and laboriously held up the notepad to Lindsay, who was leaning over to look at it.

Lindsay glanced at it once, and her pupils dilated suddenly: "My God! This...this is ingenious! It completely bypasses the problem of rigid constraints!"

He instantly grasped the core idea that Rogers had grasped the moment he fell: using the physical mechanisms themselves to solve geometric obstacles—it was a perfect, natural approach!
Soon, the school hospital's ambulance arrived, and the medical staff skillfully secured Rogers to a stretcher. However, as the stretcher was being lifted to be loaded into the ambulance, Rogers did something that left everyone speechless.

He looked at Chen Hui, who was watching from the sidelines, and said, "Thank you, Professor Chen!"

In an instant, everyone looked at Chen Hui, their eyes gleaming with the light of hungry wolves.

"???"

Chen Hui was baffled. He hadn't done anything, so how could this have anything to do with him?
"Do you guys remember the coffee stain notice from the senior club about two weeks ago? It was Professor Chen who did it!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd said something.

Everyone naturally remembered this, and the way they looked at Chen Hui became increasingly different.

It seems that wherever Chen Hui is, people are more likely to break through the bottlenecks that are trapping them, whether it's the senior club or the lawn by Carnegie Lake.

Students often like to visit places where ancient sages once stayed to absorb some good fortune before exams. Now that they've encountered a living lucky charm, they naturally won't let it pass. They immediately surrounded Chen Hui, saying, "Professor Chen, when do you have time to come to my house? My house is quite big..."

Chen Hui was speechless. After finally squeezing out of the crowd, Rogers, who was lying on the stretcher, turned back to Chen Hui and said, "The truth of mathematics is sometimes hidden in the most unexpected collisions, whether it is a collision of ideas, or," he blinked, "the collision of the sacrum and the earth."

"You should get some rest."

Chen Hui looked at the old professor with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. At his age, such a fall was no small matter.

After finally escaping the crowd and returning to my apartment, I took a shower and went to my office. As soon as I walked in, I saw a shadow in the room.

"Teacher, I'm so glad to finally meet you! You're much more handsome than in the video!"

The dark figure rushed over like the wind.

The shadowy figure revealed its white teeth, making it look incredibly eerie and comical.

Clearly, this is Chen Hui's third student, Michael.

"Today is a special day!" Michael exclaimed dramatically. "I think we need a huge party!"

He glanced at Deng Leyan, who was engrossed in reading at the table beside him, and then turned to look at Elena, who was staring intently at a row of screens on the desk, her eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors.

They had known each other before, but clearly neither of them paid him any attention.

Finally, he fixed his expectant gaze on Chen Hui.

"I think you need a huge homework assignment!"

Chen Hui rejected his proposal without hesitation.

Michael didn't quite understand the meaning of homework, and his eyes revealed a clear sense of stupidity as he looked at Chen Hui.

Chen Hui went to his desk, picked up a stack of papers more than ten centimeters thick, and handed them to Michael. "I'll give you a week to read these papers, and then I'll test you."

"Oh no."

Michael stared wide-eyed, his face contorted with grief, but he still accepted the paper Chen Hui handed him.

"Crying, crying also counts as time!"

Chen Hui was already seated in his chair, beginning his research plan for the day.

Michael immediately composed himself, returned to his assigned seat, and began studying the stack of papers Chen Hui had given him.

He didn't start reading immediately. Instead, he glanced through the titles and abstracts of the twenty-odd papers before picking up the first one and studying it in depth.

However, he discovered that Chen Hui had already categorized the papers for him, from easy to difficult, and even arranged the order. He only needed to start from the first paper and read on.

This is one of the benefits of having a teacher!
Michael's gloom had completely vanished, and his eyes were shining brightly as he poured all his enthusiasm for partying into the pile of papers in front of him.

……

"Professor Yuan, the latest data is out. The modified CFD method still produces numerical oscillations near the shock wave."

In the Aerodynamics Research Laboratory of Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group Research Institute, Duan Xiaofei pointed at the data on the screen with a slight frown.

He had always thought that mathematicians were like Chen Hui, able to quickly solve the mathematical problems they encountered, especially since Yuan Xinyi was also a Fields Medal winner and even Chen Hui's teacher.

But after actually collaborating, he discovered that people like Chen Hui, who could solve problems simply by eating and drinking, were not the norm for mathematicians.

Of course, even so, Yuan Xinyi is still much better than the people in their research institute. His addition has increased the speed of many projects by more than 30%.

"The only options are to continue improving the discrete scheme or introduce artificial viscosity correction."

Yuan Xinyi was also frowning.

For the past few decades, he had been working on theory, and he had only just switched to application, so he was still a bit lost for a while.

But after more than a month of practice, he has begun to adapt slowly.

After a short meeting, Yuan Xinyi rubbed his throbbing temples and strode towards the cafeteria.

My phone vibrated. I took it out and saw that it was my teacher, Tian Yang, calling.

Yuan Xinyi hesitated for a moment before answering the phone. After more than a month of calm, he understood his teacher's reaction. What they were doing now was indeed the best response, occasionally mentioning Chen Hui's case in diplomatic settings to express strong condemnation.

This kept the matter in the public eye and put considerable pressure on America.

However, he didn't appear too eager, so as not to let the other party figure out what China's attitude was towards this matter. This would make Chen Hui safer.

If they act too eagerly, or even start a rescue plan right away, it could lead America to take desperate measures and risk everything, putting Chen Hui in a dangerous situation.

Now he just hopes that the seventh-generation fighter jet can be completed as soon as possible.

That day was the day Chen Hui went home!
"I heard you went to Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group?"

Tian Yang's voice came through the phone, pulling Yuan Xinyi back from his thoughts, "How are you feeling?"

"Fortunately."

Yuan Xinyi is a man of few words.

"That's good."

Tian Yang naturally knew that Yuan Xinyi's performance at Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group was much better than he had expected. After all, the transition from theory to application is not easy, and it was not much different from Wei Teng's transition from history to physics.

"Chen Hui has leaked information to the outside world that he is about to launch an attack on the Riemann Hypothesis."

Yuan Xinyi stopped in his tracks, stared blankly for a long while, and sighed softly, "It's just a stopgap measure."

He knew that America detained Chen Hui because she suspected that Chen Hui had brought tremendous progress to China's technology through his own abilities, something they couldn't foresee.

Therefore, for Chen Hui, applied mathematics is dangerous, while theoretical mathematics is a pure land.

He remembered Chen Hui telling Schultz in the hotel that his next plan was to study controlled nuclear fusion, but now it had turned into the Riemann Hypothesis.

"Don't say these things out loud."

Tian Yang said cautiously, "This call is encrypted, but if outsiders find out, it will cause unnecessary trouble for Chen Hui."

Yuan Xinyi already worked at Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group, so his cell phone signal was naturally specially processed. Tian Yang also came prepared, using an encrypted cell phone for communication.

"I know." Yuan Xinyi said calmly. All he wanted now was to get the seventh-generation fighter jet to market as soon as possible.

Tian Gang knew that Yuan Xinyi didn't want to say more, "The imperial court has already sent people over, and the rescue plan is underway, so don't worry."

That was the real reason he made that call to Yuan Xinyi.

"understood."

Yuan Xinyi took a deep breath, his eyes brightening slightly.

……

"The Riemann Hypothesis?"

Upon hearing the news, Yun Wei at the Qiu Chengwu Mathematics Center of Tsinghua University was slightly surprised, but didn't show much other emotion. He even thought, "Studying the Riemann Hypothesis is a good choice. With his abilities, he might actually be able to prove the Riemann Hypothesis."

Qiu Chengwu shook his head, looked at the young man in front of him, and after a long silence, said, "When people are young, they always feel that they have unlimited time and can do anything, so they want to do everything. Only when they get old will they regret why they wasted so much time on useless things."

Yun Wei fell silent, suddenly realizing his current predicament.

"Back then, my teacher asked me to study the Riemann Hypothesis, but I resolutely refused. Otherwise, you wouldn't see me today; you would only see a math professor washing dishes in a restaurant."

Qiu Chengwu's eyes were filled with memories.

Yun Wei remained silent for a long time before looking at Qiu Chengwu. "But he really is different."

……

Washington, D.C., S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. Nick Fury listened to his subordinates' report in his office and scoffed, "The Riemann Hypothesis?"

He hadn't been keeping a close eye on Chen Hui for a while now. Chen Hui was just a math professor who couldn't even kill a chicken. He couldn't imagine how the other man would escape from their territory. He could simply have someone closely monitor his communications with China, and that would be enough to ensure his safety.

In his view, this so-called Riemann Hypothesis was just a disguise by Chen Hui.

Clearly, Chen Hui succeeded.

"Everything is as usual. We will investigate and report back later."

With a wave of his hand dismissing his men, Nick began to attend to other matters.

……

Princeton, Fefferman's office
"I heard that Professor Chen recently announced that he would be researching the Riemann Hypothesis. Is that true?"

A middle-aged man with short, burgundy hair sat in the office and asked somewhat excitedly.

Sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with silver curly hair and glasses.

Sitting opposite the two were Zhang Yitang and Fefferman.

These two are Larry Guth and James Maynard, who were once very popular figures in the mathematics community.

In 2024, the two published a paper titled "New large value estimates for Dirichlet polynomials," which for the first time substantially improved the upper bound of Ingham's zero-point density from 1940, raising the key parameter from 0.6 to 0.52.

This achievement was hailed by Terence Tao as a "milestone in analytic number theory," providing a new tool for controlling the distribution of zeros of the Riemann zeta function.

Their purpose in coming here was to share their latest findings on the Riemann Hypothesis with mathematicians from Princeton. When they heard that Chen Hui was preparing to tackle the Riemann Hypothesis, they immediately became interested and wanted to discuss it with this legendary figure in the mathematics world.

Fefferman shook his head and directly declined their invitation, saying, "Professor Chen's research has just begun, and he is currently in seclusion. I'm afraid he cannot communicate with you."

He was the one who understood the hidden story. Chen Hui had only been studying the Riemann Hypothesis for a little over a month, and his current level was probably no better than that of a doctoral student in the same field at Princeton.

If the two of them were to discuss the Riemann Hypothesis with Chen Hui at this point, it would likely cause Chen Hui to lose face for nothing.

Zhang Yitang sighed with emotion, recalling the Barbary Mathematics Competition of yesteryear. Back then, he was the Barbary Competition's advisor, a world-renowned mathematician, and someone the participants looked up to.

Who could have imagined that in just a few short years, that boy would grow into a world-class mathematician, even surpassing his status in the mathematics world, and achieving results that the mathematician could not even come close to?

But he knew a little about the inside story of Chen Hui's arrival at Princeton, and shook his head with a smile, "Partial differential equations are completely different from the Riemann Hypothesis. He only announced this to mislead S.H.I.E.L.D. and protect himself. You two don't need to take it seriously."

Maynard and his companion exchanged glances. They had been completely absorbed in their research lately and were unaware of Chen Hui's predicament.

Fefferman frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Yitang.

This matter should have been kept quiet to everyone, but Zhang Yitang said it out loud, which could very well be overheard by people from S.H.I.E.L.D. He is truly despicable!
"good news!"

Just then, Helmut, the editor-in-chief of the Annals of Mathematics, burst into Fefferman's office, beaming, and shouted, "Fefferman, take a look at this paper! You'll be amazed!"

(End of this chapter)