Three days.
Zhao Yi was proud of his efficiency, looking at the 27-page content of the paper on the computer screen, he couldn’t help but smile happily.
Although he hadn’t written an English version of the paper yet, he could start considering submitting it.
"Should I submit it to ’Progress in Mathematics’? Or ’Mathematics Society Magazine’?"
"Or ’Journal of Mathematics’?"
Zhao Yi was interested in trying a top-level journal. ’Journal of Mathematics’ was a good choice. Among the top four math journals, ’Journal of Mathematics’ had the fewest published papers, making it the hardest to get published in and the review process naturally took quite so ti, averaging over two months.
In comparison, ’Progress in Mathematics’ was much better.
’Mathematics Society Magazine’ was not bad either, mainly because he knew the review editors.
The proof of Fermat’s Last Theorem was a significant mathematical achievent, so he should think carefully about which journal to submit it to. The proof of Goldbach Conjecuture was sowhat easier since there were two proofs, so he might as well submit it to two journals.
Now he should still consider his submission carefully.
"Forget it!"
"Let’s write the English paper first. Two or three days won’t make a difference."
Zhao Yi decided to take a break first and write the English proof slowly.
During this period, he had been researching Fermat’s Last Theorem and topology, as well as completing the proof process all at once. He felt that his body couldn’t keep up and his ntal state was sowhat hazy. He needed to take a proper rest and relax a little bit.
So the first thing to do was...
Go to class!
He looked at the ti, it had just turned 2 PM in the afternoon, and he imdiately made the decision.
...
Sleeping in class was indeed an excellent way to relax. He could experience the classroom atmosphere while resting and catching up on sleep.
That was what Zhao Yi thought. He slept very soundly with his head resting on his arm, not moving at all. The corner of his mouth was smiling, as if having a good dream.
Mr. He Hongbo, the chemistry teacher on the podium, didn’t feel as good.
Initially, when he realized that Zhao Yi hadn’t co to class, He Hongbo’s mood was quite good. Zhao Yi hadn’t co last week, and he was still missing this week. Could it be that he wouldn’t attend Mr. He’s class anymore?
"That’s great!"
He Hongbo thought gleefully, "I hope he never cos again! I’ll definitely give him full marks at the end of the sester!"
Without Zhao Yi in the classroom, He Hongbo felt much lighter and lively, and he even talked about so content related to his research.
But as he was presenting a failed experint, he saw Zhao Yi walk in from the back. He even hesitated for a mont in his lecture.
Then Zhao Yi sat in the last row, looked left and right, and lay down on the desk.
Not moving at all...
"What does this an? Coming to class and falling asleep right away?"
"Is it because my lecture is too boring?"
"Though it might indeed be boring for you, it would be better not to co at all!"
He Hongbo took a deep breath and continued speaking, his tone not as animated as before, but rather low and gloomy, sounding sowhat lancholic.
During the lecture, He Hongbo suddenly thought of sothing, and his gaze towards Zhao Yi beca curious.
Yanhua University didn’t have a School of Chemical Engineering, and chemistry was classified as part of the School of Sciences. He Hongbo’s office was on the second floor, and he was familiar with people like Zhou Li, Hu Zhibin, and Gao Yihua.
Just yesterday, He Hongbo heard Hu Zhibin ntion that Zhao Yi seed to be researching Fermat’s Last Theorem and had not left his room for several days.
Hu Zhibin was serious at the ti, "Zhao Yi will definitely complete it. It’s just a matter of ti. This ti there may be hope, but also possible..."
"No one knows what it will be!"
"I think there’s ti to judge. You guys think about it, it’s Fermat’s Last Theorem, not a simple math problem. It’s even more difficult than Goldbach Conjecuture."
"Andrew Wiles’ proof runs to over 100 pages, and writing the paper would take weeks, if not months. Even if Zhao Yi is a genius and can simplify it by half, 50 pages would take at least a week or two, right?"
"So the longer it takes, the greater the hope!"
"There’s no need to worry. Mr. Qian sees Zhao Yi every day, and can tell how he’s doing."
The longer it takes, the greater the hope!
He Hongbo couldn’t help but do the math, "It’s only been two or three days right now, right? Could the proof have failed? That’s understandable, it’s Fermat’s last theorem after all, it’s not that easy to solve it all at once."
He Hongbo considered many possibilities in his mind but continued lecturing without being affected.
When he discovered that Zhao Yi was indeed sleeping soundly, he actually felt relieved. His mood imdiately changed, and his teaching state quickly improved.
Class was over.
So students were still eager for more. They discussed with each other, "Teacher He’s lecture today was really interesting! It didn’t feel like this before."
"Yeah, it’s my first ti attending a chemistry class and being able to listen from beginning to end."
"It seed like Zhao Yi arrived halfway through the class. Did you guys notice?"
"Really?"
Many students glanced in Zhao Yi’s direction as they left. As a real star student, many people paid attention to him, but there were only a few who could actually be friends with him due to the gap in academic level.
For example, Fan Lei and Li Renzhe.
The class was over.
He Mingcheng carried his textbook and walked to the back row, standing next to Zhao Yi. He seed to want to wake Zhao Yi up but hesitated, unsure of what to do.
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