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

Chapter 69 The God Who Rules Mathematics!

boom--!

The entire auditorium erupted in cheers!

The emotions that had been suppressed for most of the day finally erupted the moment those red words appeared.

The certificate has been issued!

The certificate has actually been issued!

Charles, sitting in the front row, suddenly took a half step back, leaning heavily against the back of his chair. His face drained of color, leaving only shock and disorientation in his eyes.

He originally came with the intention of finding fault and putting pressure on the young people, to "set rules" for them.

But now, looking at the wall covered with formulas and at the tall, upright boy standing in front of the blackboard, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He knew that from this day forward, the landscape of world mathematics was about to change dramatically.

IMU could no longer contain this young Chinese boy.

William, standing beside him, was in tears. He reached up and wiped his eyes, but smiled like a child.

He studied the BSD conjecture for twenty-six years, from youth to old age, and once thought he would never see the answer in his lifetime.

But now, the complete proof is right in front of him, clear, rigorous, and impeccable.

He lost.

To lose fair and square, to lose willingly.

Terence Tao stood up and clapped vigorously until his palms turned red, his eyes filled with undisguised fervor and admiration.

He was a universally recognized genius of our time, but at this moment he was perfectly aware that the young man before him had reached a height that no one else could ever hope to reach.

Sir Wiles nodded slightly, his eyes filled with solemnity.

He recalled the day he proved Fermat's Last Theorem, when the entire audience erupted in cheers.

But that was the result of his seven years of hard work, while this young man only took one day.

No, half a day!

Domestic scholars were already standing up in excitement.

Academician Wang's hand, gripping the thermos, was bulging with veins, and his lips trembled as he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The decades of pursuit and admiration of generations have been brought to the top of the world by an eighteen-year-old boy.

Most of the bigwigs in China were visibly excited.

Only a few people, including Academician Zhou, remained expressionless, seemingly lost in thought.

Cheers pierced the dome of the auditorium and drifted outside the Great Hall of the People.

The special police, regular police, and plainclothes officers on duty all turned their heads and looked towards the direction of the auditorium, their eyes instantly lighting up.

"Did it work?"

No one answered, but everyone understood.

The soldiers, armed to the teeth, straightened their backs, and a smile unconsciously crept onto their faces.

They were not just guarding a conference, but witnessing a nation's most dazzling achievement in the field of basic science.

The internet has gone completely crazy.

"It's done! It's done! Daoist Master... uh, no, Ji Bai has succeeded!"

"Holy Son Ji Bai, has attained the pinnacle of enlightenment! The Pope of Mathematics is enthroned today!!"

"Five major conjectures! One for each day, plus a bonus! This is fucking a cheat code for human civilization!"

"I'm completely blown away! From this day forward, Ji Bai is the god who controls mathematics!"

"I used to think it was far-fetched to 'single-handedly raise the technological level of an entire nation' when I read novels, but now I believe it."

"Goldbach, Kolas, twin primes, Poincaré, BSD... five in five days, two of which are Millennium Problems. Who would believe this record!"

"Run, my fellow PhD students! If you're any slower, the whole field will be wiped out!"

"My advisor just sent three words in the group chat: Change direction."

"I cried...I really cried...Our China has produced such a person..."

"The Great Hall of the People, blue and white school uniforms, witnessing the Millennium Problem on the spot—I will remember this scene for the rest of my life."

The hashtag #BSD Conjecture Proved# and #Ji Bai, the Mathematical Pope# instantly surged to the top of the trending topics list, with the word "hot" appearing bright red.

All servers across the network were under immense pressure, and technicians worked through the night to handle this historic surge in traffic.

……

The boiling lasted for a full ten minutes before gradually subsiding.

Ji Bai picked up the microphone, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, and spoke calmly:

"Who has a problem?"

Now that the on-site certificate has been issued, a verification conference was held as well.

And judging from the way those people below look, they seem impatient too.

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight hands shot up from the audience, moving so fast they were afraid of being a step too late.

"On the fifth blackboard, I have questions about the derivation of the finiteness of the sand group!" Terence Tao leaned forward, his speech quickening.

"On the eighth blackboard, I'd like to ask about the correspondence between the L-function values of higher-order curves!" Wiles retorted, his voice booming.

"The ninth one! The ninth Euler system promotion!"

William jumped to his feet in a panic: "Mr. Ji, please let me ask first! No one understands the BSD conjecture better than me; I've been thinking about this problem for twenty years!"

Seeing the usually aloof and esteemed figures vying to raise their hands like primary school students eager to ask questions, the entire audience couldn't help but chuckle.

Who would have thought?

Just a few hours earlier, no one in the entire room dared to stand up and cause trouble.

Now, even Fields Medal winners and legendary masters are eager to learn from this eighteen-year-old.

Ji Bai smiled and raised his hand, pointing at William: "Then please ask first, Professor William."

William's face instantly lit up with joy. He quickly straightened his suit collar and gave a slight, respectful bow.

They even used the most respectful honorifics:

"Mr. (Mister, Pris) Thy, could you please tell me about the effective upper bound of the order of the Shafalevich-Tate group that you used in your proof…?"

This problem has been his Achilles' heel for twenty years and is also the core bottleneck in the subsequent research of the BSD hypothesis.

Ji Bai hesitated for a moment, then picked up the chalk and quickly wrote two lines of derivation on the small blackboard next to him:

"Here, we can perform a decomposition using the cohomology of Shimura clusters, removing the rank constraint through modulo lifting..."

He wrote very quickly, getting to the heart of the matter in just a few words.

William stared at the blackboard, his eyes widening, muttering to himself, "So that's how it is... I didn't realize it could be done like that... Bypassing through the Shimura cluster... How come I never thought of that..."

After a long silence, he sighed deeply and bowed deeply to Ji Bai:

"Mr. Ji, your talent and skill are beyond my reach, even in my lifetime, William DuPont."

You not only proved the BSD conjecture, but also pointed out a new path for the entire field.

thank you!"

This bow was a sign of the French mathematical giant's complete and heartfelt admiration.

Then Ji Bai pointed to Wiles, Terence Tao, and several other big names.

Next, Wiles, Terence Tao, and several other top scholars from Princeton, the Max Planck Institute, and Harvard stood up one by one to ask questions.

The questions were increasingly in-depth and challenging, each one a tough nut to crack that had been stuck in their respective fields for years.

Ji Bai remained calm and composed throughout, sometimes writing calculations, sometimes offering casual guidance, and could dispel confusion with just a few words, causing the bigwigs in the audience to nod frequently and suddenly understand.

An hour later.

"Any more questions?"

Ji Bai put down the chalk and asked again.

The whole place fell silent.

One minute.

Two minutes.

three minutes.

The familiar scene is playing out once again.

Among thousands of the world's top mathematicians, none stood up, and none asked any further questions.

Everyone laughed.

With awe, with respect, and with a sense of relief at witnessing history.

Ji Bai smiled too.