The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

No one thought the boy was rude.

No one criticized him for interrupting the applause and continuing to write.

In the auditorium with over a thousand people, the applause seemed to be paused, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the blackboard, even their breathing subconsciously becoming softer.

When Ji Bai wrote down the first line of the Taylor expansion of the elliptic curve L-function, a suppressed gasp suddenly erupted from the crowd:

"The BSD conjecture! He's proving the complete BSD conjecture!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt, sending chills down the spines of everyone present.

Charles sprang up from his chair, completely unaware that a single button on his suit jacket had popped open.

He stared intently at the blackboard, his pupils contracting sharply, his mind a complete blank.

BSD Hypothesis!

One of the seven unsolved mathematical problems of the Millennium!

The killer move he meticulously prepared today is merely a weak extension of the original meaning; it is already the most ruthless challenge he could think of.

He never dreamed that someone would challenge the complete BSD conjecture on the spot at a Q&A session, in front of thousands of top mathematicians from around the world!

crazy.

This kid is completely insane!

William froze on the spot, his previously gloomy and dejected eyes suddenly bursting with an almost fanatical light.

He studied the BSD conjecture for a full twenty-six years, from his youth to old age, and even struggled with the weak form for more than a decade.

But now, that eighteen-year-old boy is about to personally trample down the peak that he has looked up to all his life, right in front of him.

His lips trembled as he took half a step forward, his eyes fixed on the ground, as if afraid of missing a single character.

I didn't even dare to breathe too hard, afraid of blowing away the almost miraculous scene before my eyes.

Terence Tao leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his pen flew across the notebook, the tip almost piercing the paper.

He is a world-renowned contemporary genius, but at this moment his heart is pounding like a drum.

It wasn't a question, it was extreme excitement.

He could understand Ji Bai's line of thinking, and it was precisely because he could understand it that he found it even more terrifying.

This road... it's actually passable?

Sir Wiles adjusted his glasses, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He spent seven years in seclusion in his attic proving Fermat's Last Theorem, and he knew all too well how difficult it was to climb such a high peak.

But this young man, standing under the spotlight, under the gaze of the whole world, did not go into seclusion or prepare himself. He followed the inspiration of a problem and directly launched an attack on the Millennium Problem.

The director of the Max Planck Institute for Mathematics leaned forward, his neck stretched out, his usual refined demeanor completely gone; the head of the MIT mathematics department clenched his fists, his knuckles white; the tenured professors at Harvard whispered among themselves, their voices filled with shock and disbelief.

No one is putting on airs like a grandmaster anymore.

Everyone knew that they were witnessing what might be the greatest moment in the history of mathematics.

The scholars on the Chinese side were so excited they were trembling.

Academician Wang's hand was trembling as he held the phone. He strode to the side hall, and as soon as the call connected, he growled in a low voice, his tone trembling:

"Get me to the Council of State!"

"This is a major event! An absolutely major event!"

"A momentous event that will go down in history!"

……

When the news reached the Council of Councilors, the staff on duty were first stunned, and then they were completely shocked.

The information was reported rapidly, and within minutes, the highest-level instructions were issued at each level.

Security around the Great Hall of the People was instantly doubled, with armed police silently deployed at all entrances and exits, and unauthorized personnel were strictly prohibited from approaching.

The entire logistics department was mobilized, and vans with their emergency lights flashing sped to the venue, bringing in boxes of blackboards, dustless chalk, and whiteboard markers.

Power, communication, and live broadcast lines were all activated with triple backups, and technical personnel were on duty throughout the process to ensure that nothing went wrong.

The staff carried the blackboards and ran along, not daring to make a sound or disturb anyone, and could only gently place the new blackboards on both sides of the stage.

No one knows how long this proof will take to write, and no one knows if it will ultimately be successful.

But everyone knew the unspoken understanding:

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, we must use the highest standards to ensure it.

Because if successful, this will be the most dazzling moment for China, and even for all of human civilization.

……

In the live stream, the chat was so choppy it resembled a PowerPoint presentation.

Each and every one of them carried a trembling emotion, densely covering the entire screen:

"Holy crap??? Did I hear that right? A complete BSD conjecture???"

"This is insane! Everyone's gone mad! I thought today was a battle to defend our title, but it turns out they've opened a new dungeon and are fighting the final boss right here?"

"The Great Emperor opens the Heavenly Gate once more!"

"This is like attaining sainthood on the spot!"

"The Emperor of Mathematics has been crowned!"

"He's posting a different hypothesis every day for the first four days, and then casually tackling the Millennium Prize Problem on the fifth day? Just how outrageous is Ji Bai's schedule?!"

"Help! My PhD thesis is related to one of the BSD conjectures, and I've only written three chapters! Is this all gone?"

"You should be content, upstairs. I'm working on Goldbach's Conjecture, and I've already applied for an extension!"

"I was doing my PhD when my research field was ended by a high school student in a school uniform—who would believe that!"

"I cried...I really cried...Our Chinese youth, in front of the whole world, have challenged the ceiling of human mathematical prowess!"

"People always said the Millennium Prize Problem was a once-in-a-lifetime event, but I never imagined I'd be able to witness it live in my twenties?"

"Witnessing history! I'm tired of saying those words, but I still have to say it! We are witnessing history!"

"I thought the fifth day would be IMU ganging up on Ji Bai, but it turned out that Ji Bai single-handedly cleared the ultimate dungeon of the entire mathematics community."

"Don't ask, I just happened to be on my way to work and casually solved the Millennium Puzzle for fun."

……

A blackboard.

Two blackboards.

Five blackboards.

Ten blackboards.

……

The blackboards on both sides of the stage were quickly covered with dense formulas, which resembled a sophisticated net, gradually closing in on the core of the BSD conjecture.

Ji Bai wrote very quickly, and the scratching sound of chalk on the blackboard became the only sound in the huge auditorium.

The top scholars in the front row were frantically calculating, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads, but they didn't even bother to wipe them away.

They tried their best to catch up with the train of thought, but Ji Bai's pen moved too fast. Often, while they were still verifying the logical loop of the previous step, the next more ingenious structure had already been written on the blackboard.

Some people took out their phones to take pictures, some frantically took notes, and some frowned and pondered deeply, but no one dared to interrupt.

The young scholars sitting in the back couldn't understand it at all.

The complex algebraic geometric constructions, modular derivations, and Galois representation transformations have long exceeded the boundaries of their knowledge.

But that didn't stop them from being excited.

It didn't stop them from clenching their fists, their eyes red, watching the tall, upright figure of the young man, watching the lines of formulas stretch forward.

They know.

I am witnessing history firsthand.

The thousands of people in the audience stood quietly, watching and waiting.

Waiting for that boy in school uniform to write a monument!