Most of the content needs to be considered by Qiao Yu, then Qiao Yu refused.
The reason is that the International Congress of Mathematicians is coming up soon, and inviting soone to co all the way to Huaxia at this ti, going through all the trouble, is aningless. It’s better to just talk casually at the conference.
Of course, Qiao Yu isn’t really considering others; mainly, he’s been exhausted by those reviewers over the past two months, so much that he feels like throwing up just talking about this paper...
If a symposium is held at Yanbei University in the near future, it ans Tian Yanzhen and Yuan Zhengxin will have to invite a bunch of grandpas over, and everyone will surround him discussing a bunch of issues. Qiao Yu thinks that would drive anyone crazy.
The most important thing is, there’s already a pile of invitations in the email. Any institution or mathematics research institute in the nation, that considers themselves decent, has invited him to give a lecture.
Qiao Yu’s reason for rejection is his ntor said that accepting invitations to give lectures or hold seminars at other institutions should wait until after he’s done a first symposium at Yanbei University.
So if Yanbei University’s symposium is held, that pile of invitations will also need to be dealt with. You can’t reject all those sincere invitations...
Even if Qiao Yu wanted to, Tian Yanzhen and Yuan Zhengxin wouldn’t agree. After all, many institutions in the country that have invited him are from his senior brothers. The foreign institutions that invited, many are on good terms with Director Tian and Elder Yuan.
In short, Qiao Yu thinks that the symposium absolutely can’t be held before the sumr vacation. As long as it’s held, it ans his sumr vacation is ruined again!
However, Qiao Yu isn’t too resistant to doing an exclusive interview. After all, he has experience with this; back in Star City, he had accepted an exclusive interview with the Evening News, so he knows the routine.
The interviewer will tell him a few pre-set questions in advance, so he has an idea, and then during the interview, he just answers accordingly.
Although one is a local newspaper, and the other is a major station program, Qiao Yu thinks the process is quite similar. Director Tian asked him to go over early, likely because the journalist responsible for the interview has already contacted his ntor and sent over the questions.
But Qiao Yu feels he doesn’t actually need to worry about saying the wrong thing. The world is quite tolerant towards minors. Since he’s not even eighteen yet, just saying "he’s still a kid" can let him off lightly for minor offenses, saying sothing wrong shouldn’t cause anyone to seriously mind.
The only pity is, the shield of being a minor can only be used for eight more months. Every ti he thinks about it, Qiao Yu feels a sense of lancholic loss.
Ti really flies, in the blink of an eye, he’s actually almost an adult!
But speaking of it, for other mathematicians, they probably look forward to Qiao Yu turning eighteen quickly, otherwise, in comparison, it makes everyone else seem like they’re just useless.
In short, although Tian Yanzhen made a special call to tell him to get up early, Qiao Yu still lazily picked up his phone first to take a look.
Yesterday’s WeChat was as lively as ever.
Ever since the official statent from Princeton’s website certified that his paper passed reviewer approval, his WeChat has been bustling.
A bunch of people ca out, but it seed especially lively yesterday, because even the class group of forr Class Thirteen was constantly @ing him.
This bunch probably doesn’t know what the Riemann Conjecture is about, but they all saw the evaluation from the diplomatic spokesperson...
Then everyone started discussing it in the group. The group was full of their intersections with Qiao Yu back during middle school.
"Damn, I told those fools in class that Qiao Yu helped write a self-reflection back then, and those fools didn’t believe ! @Qiao Yu, co out and vouch for !"
"Writing a self-reflection is nothing! Qiao Yu and I are true buddies, the leave note I used to skip class was written and signed by Qiao Yu, imitating my dad’s handwriting, am I proud?"
"Why are your points of pride so weird? I still have Qiao Yu’s manuscript and his autograph, none of you have that, right?"
The last ssage was from his forr desk mate, Zhou Shuang, who also attached a picture. It was those things he casually wrote while explaining a problem to Zhou Shuang in the third year of middle school. The handwriting was so ugly that Qiao Yu didn’t even want to admit it was his manuscript.
Anyway, Qiao Yu browsed through the group chat content and didn’t have the nerve to pop up in the chat.
As expected, there’s always soone who rembers all the black history clearly. Things he can barely recall, the students of Class Thirteen rember crystal clear.
Indeed, these people aren’t dumb, it’s just that their intelligence wasn’t used on the right path. With such strong mory, they could’ve morized the example questions from all the subjects in middle school, no way they would’ve ended up in vocational school.
It wasn’t just the group chat, several classmates who had added him as a friend also private ssaged him. Like Zhou Shuang.
After repeating a year, this guy successfully got into the high school division of Xingtie First Middle School, and even made it into an accelerated class.
However, this private chat’s content similarly left Qiao Yu unsure of how to reply.
"Damn, Qiao Yu, now you’re really aweso! Yesterday wasn’t Saturday, was it? The class teacher specially posted a notice in the group, everyone had to watch your news segnt and the video of you being comnted on by the diplomatic bigwig, and then we all had to write a goddamn 800-word reflection!"
"I’ve asked around for you, it’s not just our class, the entire middle school and high school divisions have to write! But the middle school division only needs to write 500 words. I’m considering selling your signed manuscript, should fetch a good price. Later, help vouch for it."
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