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Chapter 193 Proving The Conjecture Is True!

Song He woke up, yawned and sat up.

In the distance, Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan were also sleeping on the table, a few meters apart. They were breathing heavily, obviously very tired.

Song He turned to look at the whiteboard on the stage and silently threw a few mental arithmetic capsules into his mouth.

The brain cells began to speed up, probably because of waking up from sleep. The thoughts were extremely clear, and a large number of derivation processes emerged!

He jumped off the table, trotted onto the stage, picked up the marker and started writing!

Lines of calculations continued one after another. I finished writing on the third whiteboard in the blink of an eye and moved on to the fourth whiteboard to continue. The auditorium was extremely silent, with only the sound of markers hitting the whiteboard, a long and continuous sound interspersed with momentary pauses, and occasionally the faint sound of rags being wiped.

Song He gets more and more excited as he writes!

When I woke up, Woolf-Gong Guess seemed to have a different look!

Before going to bed, he looked up and guessed, as if looking up at a mountain, trying to carve a climbing path from the foot of the mountain. But at this moment, he was looking down from the clouds, with the entire mountain range in full view. At this moment, he was using the white clouds as a ladder, trying to slide down the ladder from the sky to the top of the mountain.

The whiteboard was big enough to write on the top area. Song He had to stand on tiptoes and stretch his arms to write on the bottom area. He squatted down so hard that he was almost lying on the ground.

I finished writing fluently on the fourth whiteboard, but the writing on the fifth whiteboard became stumbling.

The brain was running too fast, and Song He was a little hypoxic and hungry, but the excitement of finding the direction forced him to persevere!

Just after writing 40% of the fifth whiteboard, there was the sound of running at the door and heavy breathing out of breath.

Ye Lianghan's face turned pale as he ran, and when he saw Song He writing crazily on the stage, his expression was shocked and angry.

"Principal, I found him. He is doing questions in the auditorium! He is fine!" Ye Lianghan explained to the phone, "Principal, don't worry! Okay, okay!"

The call is hung up.

Ye Lianghan was angry, "Song He, what are you doing here! You won't go back to the dormitory in the middle of the night!"

Song He didn't look back, raised his hand to sign for silence, "Don't interrupt me!"

After finishing speaking, he concentrated on laying out the formula on the whiteboard, his eyes were extremely focused, and he was as cautious as defusing a bomb, and every muscle in his body was tense!

Ye Lianghan was stunned. No high school student had ever dared to talk to him like this.

He subconsciously wanted to yell loudly, but held back.

After all, Song He is not an ordinary high school student. It is hard to say how high this student's status is. Ye Lianghan ran all the way holding back his anger, but he did not dare to get angry at Song He at this moment.

Turning his head, he saw Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan sleeping soundly in the distance. He stepped over and banged on the table to wake up the two students violently!

Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan sat up and were confused for a few seconds. Then they recognized the irritable man breathing fire from his nostrils in front of them as Ye Lianghan, and hurriedly shouted in unison, "Hello, Principal Ye!"

"What a fart! I'm very bad!" Ye Lianghan was furious and lost his temper. "Who asked you to sleep here? You don't care about the school rules and regulations!"

"I'm sorry, Principal Ye. We forgot the time in solving the problem and didn't make it in time for the closing time of the dormitory building. Let's just stay here to prove our conjecture." Chu Long apologized.

Qiu Lingshan did not apologize. She turned her head and stared at the steps written by Song He on the whiteboard with a look of shock. "Song He has written a lot! Will the certificate be found out soon?"

"You three, please go back to the dormitory and sleep now!" Ye Lianghan was still angry. "The last guess in the test paper cannot be proven at all! You don't need to waste time here! In this exam, your three results will be cancelled!"

"You can't prove it at all?" Qiu Lingshan looked at Ye Lianghan in surprise, "What do you mean, Principal Ye?"

"The Woolf-Gong conjecture has not yet been proven! It is an unsolved mathematical conjecture in the world!" Ye Lianghan sighed, "My fault! I asked the mathematics team to solve this problem, and now I come to you in the middle of the night. I’m just reaping the consequences!”

Chu Long and Qiu Lingshan were petrified on the spot.

Both of them thought that the last question was just more challenging, but since it appeared on the test paper, it meant that the contestants needed to master it.

At this moment, hearing the truth from Ye Lianghan, the two of them felt like they had been deceived!

The Woolf-Gong conjecture is a mathematical conjecture that has not been proved in the world?

He even put it on the test paper for us to try to prove?

absurd!

Chu Long frowned, not hiding his dissatisfaction at all. Thanks to him working so hard to prove it for half a night, he actually told him that this question was not something that high school students could do?

Qiu Lingshan almost rolled her eyes. If she had known the truth, she wouldn't have stayed to write the certificate even if she was killed!

However, Song He on the stage was still writing furiously. He seemed to be extremely excited while writing, and the whiteboard was shaking wildly!

"Song He, there's no need to waste your efforts. No one has proven this hypothesis before!" Qiu Lingshan walked over and sighed, "Go back to bed. Let's let the teacher who set the question make a plan."

Song He remained silent and continued to write desperately. Four-fifths of the fifth whiteboard was already written and it was about to be full!

Chu Long stared for a moment, then suddenly walked to the stage and stared at the whiteboard thoughtfully.

"Stop writing Song He!" Ye Lianghan walked over and urged, "Go back to bed quickly!"

"Principal Ye, please be patient, he seems to be certified soon." Chu Long turned around and said.

Ye Lianghan and Qiu Lingshan were both stunned.

Song He has been written all over the fifth whiteboard, and there is no room to write it.

The moment he hesitated, Chu Long lowered his hand and pointed to the floor, "Write on the floor!"

Song He immediately crawled on the floor like a crab and wrote quickly on the wooden floor with a marker. Lines of dark formulas crawled on the floor like earthworms, more and more!

Ye Lianghan's eyes were strange and he was speechless.

His mathematics skills have long since deteriorated and he cannot understand the proof process, but looking at Song He's writing skills at this moment...could this student really be able to solve it?

How can it be? !

Although this conjecture is very small and new, it has been around for two years and no one in the world has proven it.

Even if big mathematicians are too lazy to look at this little conjecture, at least some undergraduate, master's and doctoral students majoring in mathematics will notice it. It is estimated that some people have tried to prove it, but to this day there is no result.

Therefore, it is impossible for a high school student to prove it!

"Done!" Song He excitedly slammed his fist on the floor, wrote the last stroke, and said loudly, "To sum up, it is proved that the Woolf-Gong conjecture is true!"

The huge auditorium echoed with the echo of "foundation".

Ye Lianghan and Qiu Lingshan were dumbfounded on the spot.

Chu Long's eyes flashed with excitement and shock, and he continued to hold his arms and read the proof process carefully.

Song He sat down on the ground, panting, "I'll take a break and check it a few more times. The general framework and ideas should be fine. I may need to add some explanations."

Ye Lianghan and Qiu Lingshan couldn't help but climb up to the stage, looked down at the process on the floor, and then looked up at the process filled with five whiteboards.

"Comrade Lao Chu, Comrade Qiu Lingshan, we can co-author a paper." Song He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This conjecture is actually quite simple, and I guess it won't be published in any big publications, but since it has been proved through hard work, it is still Publish it."

"This paper is yours." Chu Long shook his head, "You did most of the work."

"Did the real evidence come out?" Qiu Lingshan was still confused and suspected that she was dreaming, "I fell asleep and the proof came out?"

Song He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took pictures of the whiteboard and the floor one by one, and kept the electronic version.

"Principal Ye, please ask the teacher of the mathematics department to review the proof process." Song He turned around and said, "If you want to use it in the auditorium, just wipe it off and I will send you a photo."

"Don't wipe it." Ye Lianghan's eyes were complicated, "If you are really sure that the proof is out, all activities in the auditorium will be temporarily suspended until the proof process you wrote is correct."

Chu Long looked back out the window, it was not even dawn yet.