All-round mathematician

The person who did the question insisted on relying on a wave of faith, but the person who watched did not hold on first, foamed at the mouth, and fell on the spot.

"No, replace that invigilator quickly."

The invigilator was carried out by two people, and Feng Yao went on top.

The teacher who fell to the ground was still muttering to himself: "The prime number is almost dead, and the collection of exceptions is infinitely looping. How to solve it, how to solve it?"

Non-professionals were baffled by what they heard, and all the teachers in the field of mathematics frowned, difficult, difficult, difficult.My heart beat wildly. This student, who understands the exception set of almost prime numbers, is really making that conjecture.

Feng Yao came to Yang Fan's side, first checked the papers piled at the bottom, and they corresponded with his answers, sure enough, they were all right.

He didn't dare to speak, for fear of disturbing the child, and began to read the draft paper from below. Goldbach conjectured, could it really be solved? "Young man, your pace is too fast, slow down, and wait for the foundation to stabilize."

"Time is not enough, time is not enough, you need to be faster." A voice in Yang Fan's mind shouted loudly, that kind of spiritual obsession made Yang Fan's handwriting faster and faster.

Numerals, messy characters, and unimaginable speed, filled the white paper in an instant.

The movements are dazzled, but the handwriting is iron-painted with silver hooks.Feng Yao was in a trance, at this point, his train of thought could no longer keep up.

"Still slow, still slow, faster, faster, there is no time."

Yang Fan spurted out two nosebleeds, soaking several white papers in front of the table.With his left hand, he rolled a piece of paper into two balls and plugged his nostrils, and his right hand didn't stop at all.

"Something's going to happen."

This scene was watched by the teachers in the corridor, and they wondered if it could be done and said, don't kill people first.

"A few more minutes, is the ambulance here?"

"The bell rings in 2 minutes, it's almost time. The ambulance personnel will come soon."

"The stretcher is ready, and his parents are here."

"Still on the road, we will arrive within 15 minutes. We have notified the Education Bureau, and the police car will escort his parents, and they will definitely arrive."

Feng Yao felt the heartache and urgency, every ten seconds, he looked at his watch, hurry up, hurry up.

Suddenly, the bell rang, and the principal of the organizer Ninth Middle School rushed into the classroom and lowered his voice: "Everyone, put the papers on the table. Please leave through the back door in an orderly manner."

The examinee had already discovered that something was wrong, imprinted the earth-shattering student's face in his heart, and left silently through the back door.

More than [-] teachers came in, wanting to read the manuscript, but worried about the health of the students.

The medical staff carried the stretcher, and the crowd left a gap to pass through smoothly.

"What to do, he is still writing?" asked the doctor.

"Knock him out, don't continue."

"I watch too much TV, sorry, I don't have this kind of technology."

"Give him a sedative, there must be this."

The doctor nodded, took out the needle, and when he was about to get close, Yang Fan yelled maniacally: "Get out, get out, don't bother me." He was talking, his thoughts were clear, his hands didn't pause, and he was still calculating.

The doctor was dumbfounded, and the patient didn't cooperate, should he come by force?

Feng Yao came out and comforted in a low voice: "Yang Fan, I am Teacher Feng, you still remember me. Now you can rest, that's enough."

Feng Yao stretched out both hands, trying to stop Yang Fan's right hand that was still writing.Yang Fan raised his head suddenly, spirit burst out from his eyes.

Feng Yao took three steps back, only to stop when someone blocked him from behind, such a powerful aura.Take a look at it yourself, and you will be stunned.

After this blow, two tears of blood flowed from the corners of Yang Fan's eyes, he wiped it with his left hand, and continued.

What a tenacious boy, why continue.

"How to do how to do."

"Where are the parents, where are the parents?"

The students don't cooperate at all, and they will go all out with others if they are strong. This is madness.

"Add a few more people to suppress him."

"Don't touch him, let him do it, let him finish writing." Looking at each other just now, Feng Yao felt the obsession, if he is not allowed to take the initiative to stop, he will become a living dead, and his spirit will remain at this moment forever.

"Teacher Feng, you have to figure it out, it's a human life now."

"I understand very well. If he doesn't stop on his own and is stopped by external forces, his mental breakdown and becoming a lunatic will be more terrible than his life." Feng Yao made up his mind to ensure that geniuses are all lunatics, and they think about heaven and hell when they think about it.

That being the case, watch for a few minutes.

Time passed in silence, and the corridor was already full of students watching the excitement.Things have long been spread in the conversations of the teachers.

"It's really exciting, Goldbach's conjecture also needs to be challenged."

"If it was the source of the river, I would really believe it."

"This hype is too much, and I will pretend to be."

"Fuck off, you people don't understand his situation at all." Zeng Sisi was also in the crowd, with a worried look on her face.

"Cui Qiming, tell me, can Yang Fan really solve it?"

The students from the attached middle school are all gathered together, and there are some talented people in our school.

"Not necessarily. It's possible." Cui Qiming really didn't dare to draw conclusions.

"At the attached middle school, you have to figure it out. If this conjecture is made, it will cause a sensation all over the world. We are still high school students, understand?"

"Do you know who he is? He is teacher Feng Yao's valued student. As early as the beginning of the semester, he was already studying graduate mathematics." The girl He Qing was in high spirits, bragging about her classmates.

Wow.There was a low voice around.This person is so awesome, he really underestimated the people of the world.

"The pen stopped, the pen stopped, and there was a result."

Outside the corridor, some students discovered the accident.

In the classroom, more than a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on his right hand, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over.Are the results out?

Yang Fan closed his eyes, and in his mind, a tall figure flickered like a disturbed TV screen.

"Young man, I don't have time. I'm sorry for using you."

"Master, thank you for letting me know what is the spirit of a master."

"Young man, you have accepted my inheritance. Please continue on this path. When you can make it, please go to the grave and burn it to me."

"Master, I will go on, if I can't go on, I will let my descendants continue and live forever."

Nodding in relief, the figure collapsed, shattered like a mirror, and turned into pieces one by one, scattered into Yang Fan's brain.

Opening his eyes, at this moment, he was already bleeding from all seven orifices, and the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes continued to drip down the edge of his nose, dyeing his clothes, arms, and pants red.

Yang Fan cried: "I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I'm not finished, I'm still a little bit, just a little bit... ah... ah."

"Yang Fan, in the past 300 years, mathematicians have followed one after another, but they are getting closer and closer. You have already walked in front of them, hold on, don't cry. We will watch you, urge you, and train you until you complete That step. You, at least for 60 years, are the real regrets of those great men who are engraved on the tombstone. Compared with them, you should feel lucky."

Feng Yao took the towel from the medical staff, wiped off the blood on his face, and looked at him again, he was already unconscious

Feng Yao hugged him lightly, and put him on the prepared stretcher.As the wounded left, a new round of discussion began in the classroom.

"Don't move these papers. No one can move these papers. This is the examination room of my No. [-] Middle School. The drafts cannot be taken away." The principal of No. [-] Middle School took the lead and blocked the entire desk behind him.

"This was written by a student of my attached middle school. Who dares to call his attention. Who dares?" The principal of the attached middle school also arrived, and his bald head became even more fierce.

"I'm sorry, our disciplinary inspection has the right to check whether that student is cheating, so we must save it first."

"Crazy, he still needs to cheat, you have to check yourself first when you inspect."

……

Hearing the quarrel, Feng Yao looked back and burst out laughing. It was the first time he laughed so presumptuously that tears came out of his eyes. Maybe he hadn't laughed in ten years.

Teacher, I told you that within 20 years, I will send you a mathematician. Now it seems that it is not 20 years.

Ten years later, you can climb the ladder.