"Our mathematical genius is back!"
"Cold Deanor Fan is back!"
"Keep it up, Cold Deanor Fan, you are the pillar of our country’s future mathematical research!"
"Welco, welco back!"
"Fan Lei is so amazing, just one trip to Y Country and he beca a genius mathematician, and also an internet celebrity. ’Cold Deanor Fan,’ what a pleasant-sounding nickna, the cool and aloof math whiz god!"
"..."
Just as Fan Lei had returned to Yanhua University and went to report at the Biodical Research Institute, he was warmly welcod 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 Deanor Fan?
Internet celebrity?
"Peat!" Fan Lei gritted his teeth without knowing what to say. He went to Zhao Yi’s lab to have so quiet and checked the recent news on his computer, only to feel even more depressed.
So many people were talking about him, coining various nicknas like ’Cold Deanor Fan,’ ’Fan the Whiz Kid,’ ’Fan the Genius.’ It seed positive, but when you combined it with a bunch of ’deceived’ comnts, it was clear it was all ironic.
What brought Fan Lei so comfort was that there were still so people who recognized his performance and spoke up for him, "I noticed that Fan Lei never claid 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 bla should not be placed on Fan Lei, it was purely Qiu Chengwen who misled everyone, Fan Lei never claid 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~~"
" too~"
Fan Lei, seeing the ssages 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 ."
"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 co 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 dical center first."
"...Okay."
Fan Lei had just returned and was already being assigned work, which was sowhat 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 cos 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 developnt of mathematics, so that must be significant."
"But talking about the developnt of mathematics is a bit too broad. For , 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 soone 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.
No special feelings?
Solving the NP problem was like unwrapping a gift? Yet this gift was sothing 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 because I trust him; he’s a very good friend of mine."
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