Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 935: Chapter 476 Who Would Refuse a Million Dollar Prize?_1

"Our mathematical genius is back!"

"Cold Demeanor Fan is back!"

"Keep it up, Cold Demeanor Fan, you are the pillar of our country’s future mathematical research!"

"Welcome, welcome back!"

"Fan Lei is so amazing, just one trip to Y Country and he became a genius mathematician, and also an internet celebrity. ’Cold Demeanor Fan,’ what a pleasant-sounding nickname, the cool and aloof math whiz god!"

"..."

Just as Fan Lei had returned to Yanhua University and went to report at the Biomedical Research Institute, he was warmly welcomed by a large group of people. However, their words were rather depressing, filled with sarcasm and jest, which made him have the urge to curse.

Mathematical genius?

Cold Demeanor Fan?

Internet celebrity?

"Peat!" Fan Lei gritted his teeth without knowing what to say. He went to Zhao Yi’s lab to have some quiet and checked the recent news on his computer, only to feel even more depressed.

So many people were talking about him, coining various nicknames like ’Cold Demeanor Fan,’ ’Fan the Whiz Kid,’ ’Fan the Genius.’ It seemed positive, but when you combined it with a bunch of ’deceived’ comments, it was clear it was all ironic.

What brought Fan Lei some comfort was that there were still some people who recognized his performance and spoke up for him, "I noticed that Fan Lei never claimed to be a mathematical genius!"

"In such a setting as the mathematicians’ conference’s central venue, being able to perform like that in your twenties is quite impressive."

"The blame should not be placed on Fan Lei, it was purely Qiu Chengwen who misled everyone, Fan Lei never claimed to be a genius."

"Putting that issue aside, Fan Lei is quite good-looking and has a great presence, love it!"

"Love it, I want to have his babies~~"

"Me too~"

Fan Lei, seeing the messages on Weibo, couldn’t help but feel a little thrill of joy. He decided to check out a few of the supportive Weibo accounts to see if they matched his taste, which almost made him want to smash his computer.

"This one... too fat! Her belly could probably fit me."

"This one, a man?"

"This one’s okay, I guess, but why so much makeup? Oh my goodness, a forty-three-year-old auntie?"

Fan Lei was looking seriously when the lab door opened, and Yan Xuelin walked in with a smile.

"Director Yan!" Fan Lei stood up to greet him.

"Sit!"

Yan Xuelin hastily went over to let Fan Lei sit down and then said, "I’m just too happy today, our mathematical genius has come back. I think that working as a clerk in the institute is holding you back. How about..."

"You go back to studying mathematics?"

"..."

Fan Lei rolled his eyes forcefully, battling the urge to vomit blood.

"Just kidding!"

Yan Xuelin said nonchalantly, "But you’re back, and although you’ve been gone less than a week, there’s a lot of work pending your attention. If nothing else, please go to the medical center first."

"...Okay."

Fan Lei had just returned and was already being assigned work, which was somewhat depressing, but he knew it had to be done. His ’holiday’ was over, and the busy days were back.

Elsewhere,

Zhao Yi was in the office of the School of Sciences at Yanhua University, giving an interview to journalists, mainly about the NP problem.

This was a topic of international interest.

Zhao Yi said, "Before the International Congress of Mathematicians convened, I had already submitted my paper to the journal. If everything goes well, my paper should appear in the next issue of the ’Annals of Mathematics,’ and the Chinese version will be published in the ’Journal of Mathematical Physics.’"

The journalist asked, "Are you confident in your proof?"

Zhao Yi nodded and replied, "I am very sure, the NP problem has been proven, and I am indeed confident about this."

"The NP problem is one of the seven Millennium Prize Problems, even ranked first among them. What does it feel like to have solved such a challenging problem? For example, are you excited? Or anything else, feel free to say whatever comes to mind."

Zhao Yi answered calmly, "Excited? Not really, I guess? Personally, I don’t feel anything special. I see a lot of reports saying that solving the NP problem is an important step in the development of mathematics, so that must be significant."

"But talking about the development of mathematics is a bit too broad. For me, it was just solving a problem."

"I think the process is more important than the result. Thinking about the problem is interesting, especially the logical thought involved in the NP problem. It’s like someone gives you a gift wrapped in layer upon layer, and you’re curious to see what’s inside, so you keep unwrapping, and unwrapping..."

"But when you finally see the gift, you’re probably not going to be that excited."

Zhao Yi’s analogy left the journalist chuckling wryly.

That’s one of the Millennium Prize Problems he’s comparing to an ordinary present? No wonder he’s among the top mathematicians internationally.

The few mathematics professors sitting beside him couldn’t help but pull up the corners of their mouths. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

No special feelings?

Solving the NP problem was like unwrapping a gift? Yet this gift was something they would never obtain even if they dedicated their entire lives to it.

Zhao Yi answered several more questions related to the NP problem. Then the journalists brought up the hot topic on the internet—

Fan Lei.

Zhao Yi shook his head and said, "I’ve seen what’s been said online; it must be a misunderstanding. I asked Fan Lei to present for me because I trust him; he’s a very good friend of mine."