A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Whitman let out a sly, fox-like chuckle through his nose.

"These Germans usually take half a month to scrutinize a certificate, but this time they were quick to act, they pounced as soon as they smelled it."

In the center of the large conference table.

A dozen or so printed copies of the thesis were quietly laid out.

The thick paper was covered with marks made with red, blue and black pens.

In fact, all the core professors of MIT’s School of Mathematical Sciences had secretly gathered together last night.

They closed the door, faced a whiteboard covered in whiteboards, and used up three whole boxes of markers to conduct preliminary internal cross-validation of the berserk theory proposed by Su Hao in this paper, working through the night.

The result was: flawless! Absolutely flawless!

There wasn't even the slightest logical flaw that these old guys could find fault with.

"Dean, shall we submit a formal review application?"

The president of the American Mathematical Society has been contacting us frantically, sending us over a dozen text messages!

They were subtly probing our intentions in their words!

"It's not just the academic society! The editors-in-chief of those top academic journals are all as anxious as ants on a hot pan, offering all sorts of tempting expedited conditions to compete for the first publication rights."

I heard that our department's external communication phone line has been ringing off the hook. The staff are searching the floor for scissors, practically ready to cut the entire phone line!

Everyone present took all this madness for granted.

Although the "Smer mean" is by no means a popular problem like Goldbach's conjecture that is familiar to the general public.

But those in the know understand its crucial significance within this magnificent hall of modern mathematics!

Over the past few decades.

Let alone anyone being able to give a perfect answer.

There wasn't even anyone who could find the right approach.

The entire mathematics community is stuck in the face of this problem, as if confronted with an insurmountable wall.

So much so that even the most stubborn scholars were almost completely forgetting about it in despair.

And now?!

Half a century later, the young man named Su Hao, like dragging a dead dog, tore open the seal with his bare hands, grabbed it by the collar, and pulled it back into the most dazzling spotlight of the world's academic community!

"However, there is a troublesome situation."

The second author is, after all, a Stanford graduate, so the West Coast has also taken action!

It's said they're preparing to issue a public announcement, intending to use Theodore's name to invite Su Hao to their campus to give a top-level academic lecture on this paper.

This statement came out.

The small office was suddenly thrown into chaos, as if a flashbang had been dropped, causing a violent commotion. All the old men in the room instantly erupted in a frenzy!

"Stanford is dreaming! Are you kidding me!"

Su Hao is a student at MIT, with impeccable political credentials!

Why should they, the people from Stanford, interfere and invite him to give the first presentation?

"Exactly! It's clearly written in Theodore's preface! He only polished the paper's layout and structure, didn't he?!"

This core theoretical approach to establishing a new school of thought was entirely proposed by Su Hao alone, from beginning to end!

What gives Stanford the right to reap the rewards?

"Although the words are harsh, there is no fault in terms of procedure."

Since Theodore is listed as the second author, he naturally has an obligation to explain the logic of the paper to the public.

Moreover, to outsiders, even though the paper did not list the MIT research group as an author, they were already regarded as an inseparable twin-star team.

"If Stanford is going to operate, it will be very difficult for us to legally stop it."

Amidst a cacophony of noise.

Whitman quietly raised his right hand.

Just one gesture.

The noisy office instantly fell silent.

Whitman's sharp gaze swept across the entire room.

"Ignore Stanford's underhanded tactics for now. Tell me, as of now..."

Which authoritative institutions worldwide have explicitly stated their intention to publicly verify this paper?

One of the professors replied:

"In Europe, it's Heidelberg University, and in Asia, it's the University of Tokyo."

Both institutions have hinted that they are preparing to hold an informal, specialized seminar next week.

As for other institutions, they are probably still observing how the situation develops.

Whitman pondered for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"Very well! Since the whole world wants to see a show!"

Then, whether it's verification, fault finding, or discussion, we can just get everything done thoroughly on our own turf!

We've booked the entire venue! Our home court must remain here, at MIT!

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the conference room froze.

The professors, who had been angrily denouncing the incident, all turned serious.

As rigorous scientists, they were all too aware of the magnitude of the risks involved.

"Dean, isn't this decision... a little bit too radical?"

"Yes, Dean, we haven't even completed the most basic formal verification procedures yet!"

If we seize all the limelight now and force our way into the limelight...

If anything goes wrong, it would be a huge joke that will go down in history!

Those around them anxiously echoed, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"That's right! This is a serious matter. Should we hold another meeting to reconsider?"

If there are any logical flaws in the paper that we missed last night due to our poor eyesight, and they are pointed out publicly by people from other schools on our turf...

From this day forward, MIT's academic prestige will be completely ruined, and it will lose all face!

The argument grew louder and louder.

Whitman simply stood there, his cold gaze slowly sweeping over all the professors present, whose faces showed fear.

"Gentlemen, let me ask you a question!"

When exactly did MIT become a mediocre school that, when faced with groundbreaking truths, only dares to play it safe and seek stability?!

These words were like a resounding slap in the face, striking everyone hard across the cheek.

The entire dean's room fell into a deathly silence.

"None of you here are young anymore. Have you all forgotten what happened twenty years ago?!"

Whitman pointed to the floor beneath her feet.

"Right here in this room! When we decided to hold our first workshop on Topological Quantum Field Theory, despite the pressure from across the United States."

The media and so-called experts all over the world were pointing their fingers and laughing at us, saying that it was copied from some third-rate science fiction novel and was an absolutely impossible fallacy!

"But what was the result?!"

Whitman suddenly raised her voice.

"The result was that the theorem we established at that much-mocked seminar ultimately withstood all the firepower!"

This has become the unshakeable standard in the international academic community!