On the other side of the world.
Vera looked at her puzzled.
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."
After being praised by her partner, Vera smiled shyly and said sheepishly.
"... There is a problem with the calculation on line 11 on page 27 of the paper."
It was late at night on the Princeton University campus, shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had lights on.
Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
Vera's face turned slightly red. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
Vera looked at her puzzled.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
"No, that's because you are too modest. That coward can't complete a beautiful proof like Kakutani's theorem, and there is absolutely no way he can carefully discover such a tricky problem..." Mo Li bit her pen cap and stared at the line of calculations over and over again. Na scratched her hair and said a little irritably, "Damn it, I should have thought of Odriezco's zero-point calculation method earlier."
only…
It was late at night on the Princeton University campus, shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had lights on.
"... There is a problem with the calculation on line 11 on page 27 of the paper."
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
"Let's see... Oh, God, you are even stricter than my doctoral supervisor." Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, rubbed her brows, grabbed a pen from the table, and stretched out He slowly sat up straight.
Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"
"But that's meaningless," Molina sighed. "Maybe... the Chronicle of Mathematics will consider accepting our paper."
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
However, after so many years, only its challengers have fallen, and no one has ever forced this evil dragon to take a step back.
Compared to three years ago, her stature has not changed much. The only difference is that her short ponytail, which was always like a squirrel's tail, has grown so long that it hangs down to her arms, and is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage style. Greek princess braid.
"... There is a problem with the calculation on line 11 on page 27 of the paper."
Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
Vera opened her mouth.
If she wears a long lace skirt, she might even be mistaken for a real princess. Unfortunately, however, those slender shoulders were wrapped in just a very ordinary school uniform, which also caused her to always be mistaken for a high school student attending an academic summer camp at certain times...
"Bingo, Oudrizko's zero-point calculation method," Vera said softly, wrote two lines of calculations on the paper with a ballpoint pen, and corrected the error, "The corrected algorithm can be derived, 40% The non-trivial zero point of is located on the critical line... Congratulations, Ms. Molina, you have discovered a method other than Levinson's algorithm and re-proved Conrey's critical line theorem."
It was late at night on the Princeton University campus, shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had lights on.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
The critical line that divides the non-trivial zeros of the zeta function still stands at the annoying number of 40%. If anyone can push it forward even a little bit, he or she will hopefully win the next Fields Medal or the one after that.
"Let's see... Oh, God, you are even stricter than my doctoral supervisor." Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, rubbed her brows, grabbed a pen from the table, and stretched out He slowly sat up straight.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
Molina pursed her lips and smiled.
It took a month to come up with the idea, and another two months to try, but the final result was the conclusion that had been reached in 1990.
"Molina..."
The critical line that divides the non-trivial zeros of the zeta function still stands at the annoying number of 40%. If anyone can push it forward even a little bit, he or she will hopefully win the next Fields Medal or the one after that.
The feeling of staying up late and having a liver attack is not pleasant, and it is a burden on both the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she cannot be considered young after receiving her PhD and becoming a lecturer at Princeton University.
The top four journals like "Annals of Mathematics" are more difficult.
Although, she wasn't sure whether this could be called comfort.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
"Let's see... Oh, God, you are even stricter than my doctoral supervisor." Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, rubbed her brows, grabbed a pen from the table, and stretched out He slowly sat up straight.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
Vera opened her mouth.
Vera said seriously: "You really should take a break."
At least, compared to the girl standing next to her.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
However, after so many years, only its challengers have fallen, and no one has ever forced this evil dragon to take a step back.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
The feeling of staying up late and having a liver attack is not pleasant, and it is a burden on both the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she cannot be considered young after receiving her PhD and becoming a lecturer at Princeton University.
It was late at night on the Princeton University campus, shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had lights on.
After being praised by her partner, Vera smiled shyly and said sheepishly.
Vera gave her an encouraging look and said softly.
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
After being praised by her partner, Vera smiled shyly and said sheepishly.
"No, I'm still far behind Ms. Sophie Morel."
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
"Thank you," Molina leaned on the back of the chair with her right hand and said with a smile, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."
Although, she wasn't sure whether this could be called comfort.
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
Vera gave her an encouraging look and said softly.
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
"I think they should consider it. At least we found another use of Oudrizko's zero point calculation method."
Although, she wasn't sure whether this could be called comfort.
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
"I think they should consider it. At least we found another use of Oudrizko's zero point calculation method."
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
Vera's face turned slightly red. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.
"Thank you," Molina leaned on the back of the chair with her right hand and said with a smile, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
"I think they should consider it. At least we found another use of Oudrizko's zero point calculation method."
On the other side of the world.
"No, I'm still far behind Ms. Sophie Morel."
In short, the two are now in the same research group, striving for the same goal—the Riemann Hypothesis.
Unlike other subjects, mathematical research is not entirely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is excellent enough or interesting, it can be a reason for publication. In particular, "Chronicles of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "loose" to papers produced by Princeton.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
"No, that's because you are too modest. That coward can't complete a beautiful proof like Kakutani's theorem, and there is absolutely no way he can carefully discover such a tricky problem..." Mo Li bit her pen cap and stared at the line of calculations over and over again. Na scratched her hair and said a little irritably, "Damn it, I should have thought of Odriezco's zero-point calculation method earlier."
"No, that's because you are too modest. That coward can't complete a beautiful proof like Kakutani's theorem, and there is absolutely no way he can carefully discover such a tricky problem..." Mo Li bit her pen cap and stared at the line of calculations over and over again. Na scratched her hair and said a little irritably, "Damn it, I should have thought of Odriezco's zero-point calculation method earlier."
"Why...are you always obsessed with the Riemann Hypothesis?"
Indeed, she also knew that it was many years ago.
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
"I think they should consider it. At least we found another use of Oudrizko's zero point calculation method."
"Bingo, Oudrizko's zero-point calculation method," Vera said softly, wrote two lines of calculations on the paper with a ballpoint pen, and corrected the error, "The corrected algorithm can be derived, 40% The non-trivial zero point of is located on the critical line... Congratulations, Ms. Molina, you have discovered a method other than Levinson's algorithm and re-proved Conrey's critical line theorem."
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
"I think they should consider it. At least we found another use of Oudrizko's zero point calculation method."
"Bingo, Oudrizko's zero-point calculation method," Vera said softly, wrote two lines of calculations on the paper with a ballpoint pen, and corrected the error, "The corrected algorithm can be derived, 40% The non-trivial zero point of is located on the critical line... Congratulations, Ms. Molina, you have discovered a method other than Levinson's algorithm and re-proved Conrey's critical line theorem."
"Bingo, Oudrizko's zero-point calculation method," Vera said softly, wrote two lines of calculations on the paper with a ballpoint pen, and corrected the error, "The corrected algorithm can be derived, 40% The non-trivial zero point of is located on the critical line... Congratulations, Ms. Molina, you have discovered a method other than Levinson's algorithm and re-proved Conrey's critical line theorem."
The feeling of staying up late and having a liver attack is not pleasant, and it is a burden on both the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she cannot be considered young after receiving her PhD and becoming a lecturer at Princeton University.
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
It took a month to come up with the idea, and another two months to try, but the final result was the conclusion that had been reached in 1990.
Although she always remembered what he looked like...
At least, compared to the girl standing next to her.
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.
She wasn't even sure if Lu Zhou still remembered what she looked like.
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
In short, the two are now in the same research group, striving for the same goal—the Riemann Hypothesis.
Although, she wasn't sure whether this could be called comfort.
Vera said seriously: "You really should take a break."
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
It took a month to come up with the idea, and another two months to try, but the final result was the conclusion that had been reached in 1990.
Vera opened her mouth.
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
The critical line that divides the non-trivial zeros of the zeta function still stands at the annoying number of 40%. If anyone can push it forward even a little bit, he or she will hopefully win the next Fields Medal or the one after that.
Vera opened her mouth slightly, and finally sat next to her, was silent for a while, and then asked.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
The critical line that divides the non-trivial zeros of the zeta function still stands at the annoying number of 40%. If anyone can push it forward even a little bit, he or she will hopefully win the next Fields Medal or the one after that.
Compared to three years ago, her stature has not changed much. The only difference is that her short ponytail, which was always like a squirrel's tail, has grown so long that it hangs down to her arms, and is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage style. Greek princess braid.
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
However, after so many years, only its challengers have fallen, and no one has ever forced this evil dragon to take a step back.
"No, that's because you are too modest. That coward can't complete a beautiful proof like Kakutani's theorem, and there is absolutely no way he can carefully discover such a tricky problem..." Mo Li bit her pen cap and stared at the line of calculations over and over again. Na scratched her hair and said a little irritably, "Damn it, I should have thought of Odriezco's zero-point calculation method earlier."
Vera's face turned slightly red. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.
Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
"But that's meaningless," Molina sighed. "Maybe... the Chronicle of Mathematics will consider accepting our paper."
Although saying this may be a bit disrespectful to the late Sir Attiyah, many people had such thoughts long before his death, and finally returned in anger.
"Molina..."
Vera gave her an encouraging look and said softly.
Vera said seriously: "You really should take a break."
"Maybe..." Molina rubbed her somewhat messy long hair, "Maybe we should change our thinking. Some time ago, I studied Sir Attia's notes and found his research to be very interesting."
The feeling of staying up late and having a liver attack is not pleasant, and it is a burden on both the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she cannot be considered young after receiving her PhD and becoming a lecturer at Princeton University.
"I think they should consider it. At least we found another use of Oudrizko's zero point calculation method."
"Bingo, Oudrizko's zero-point calculation method," Vera said softly, wrote two lines of calculations on the paper with a ballpoint pen, and corrected the error, "The corrected algorithm can be derived, 40% The non-trivial zero point of is located on the critical line... Congratulations, Ms. Molina, you have discovered a method other than Levinson's algorithm and re-proved Conrey's critical line theorem."
On the other side of the world.
Unlike other subjects, mathematical research is not entirely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is excellent enough or interesting, it can be a reason for publication. In particular, "Chronicles of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "loose" to papers produced by Princeton.
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
It was late at night on the Princeton University campus, shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had lights on.
Vera's face turned slightly red. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.
In short, the two are now in the same research group, striving for the same goal—the Riemann Hypothesis.
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
only…
only…
"Thank you," Molina leaned on the back of the chair with her right hand and said with a smile, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."
"Molina..."
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
The feeling of staying up late and having a liver attack is not pleasant, and it is a burden on both the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she cannot be considered young after receiving her PhD and becoming a lecturer at Princeton University.
The top four journals like "Annals of Mathematics" are more difficult.
Indeed, she also knew that it was many years ago.
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
Vera looked at her puzzled.
Vera's face suddenly turned red and she quickly said: "Sorry... I'm not that one."
In short, the two are now in the same research group, striving for the same goal—the Riemann Hypothesis.
"... There is a problem with the calculation on line 11 on page 27 of the paper."
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.
"Maybe..." Molina rubbed her somewhat messy long hair, "Maybe we should change our thinking. Some time ago, I studied Sir Attia's notes and found his research to be very interesting."
"Molina..."
If she wears a long lace skirt, she might even be mistaken for a real princess. Unfortunately, however, those slender shoulders were wrapped in just a very ordinary school uniform, which also caused her to always be mistaken for a high school student attending an academic summer camp at certain times...
The critical line that divides the non-trivial zeros of the zeta function still stands at the annoying number of 40%. If anyone can push it forward even a little bit, he or she will hopefully win the next Fields Medal or the one after that.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
Vera opened her mouth.
Although saying this may be a bit disrespectful to the late Sir Attiyah, many people had such thoughts long before his death, and finally returned in anger.
Compared to three years ago, her stature has not changed much. The only difference is that her short ponytail, which was always like a squirrel's tail, has grown so long that it hangs down to her arms, and is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage style. Greek princess braid.
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
"Maybe..." Molina rubbed her somewhat messy long hair, "Maybe we should change our thinking. Some time ago, I studied Sir Attia's notes and found his research to be very interesting."
"Molina..."
Vera gave her an encouraging look and said softly.
only…
Vera opened her mouth.
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
It took a month to come up with the idea, and another two months to try, but the final result was the conclusion that had been reached in 1990.
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
Unlike other subjects, mathematical research is not entirely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is excellent enough or interesting, it can be a reason for publication. In particular, "Chronicles of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "loose" to papers produced by Princeton.
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.
Vera's face suddenly turned red and she quickly said: "Sorry... I'm not that one."
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
Vera said seriously: "You really should take a break."
The top four journals like "Annals of Mathematics" are more difficult.
"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."
It was late at night on the Princeton University campus, shrouded in darkness, and only a few libraries with night study rooms had lights on.
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
Unlike other subjects, mathematical research is not entirely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is excellent enough or interesting, it can be a reason for publication. In particular, "Chronicles of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "loose" to papers produced by Princeton.
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
Although saying this may be a bit disrespectful to the late Sir Attiyah, many people had such thoughts long before his death, and finally returned in anger.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..." Molina reached out and touched her forehead, "Maybe you're right, it's time for me to rest."
"Molina..."
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
Vera looked at her puzzled.
Although saying this may be a bit disrespectful to the late Sir Attiyah, many people had such thoughts long before his death, and finally returned in anger.
Although she always remembered what he looked like...
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
However, after so many years, only its challengers have fallen, and no one has ever forced this evil dragon to take a step back.
"Maybe..." Molina rubbed her somewhat messy long hair, "Maybe we should change our thinking. Some time ago, I studied Sir Attia's notes and found his research to be very interesting."
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
Vera opened her mouth slightly, and finally sat next to her, was silent for a while, and then asked.
Indeed, she also knew that it was many years ago.
The top four journals like "Annals of Mathematics" are more difficult.
"But that's meaningless," Molina sighed. "Maybe... the Chronicle of Mathematics will consider accepting our paper."
Vera's face turned slightly red. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.
"Why...are you always obsessed with the Riemann Hypothesis?"
"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."
However, after so many years, only its challengers have fallen, and no one has ever forced this evil dragon to take a step back.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
Compared to three years ago, her stature has not changed much. The only difference is that her short ponytail, which was always like a squirrel's tail, has grown so long that it hangs down to her arms, and is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage style. Greek princess braid.
Compared to three years ago, her stature has not changed much. The only difference is that her short ponytail, which was always like a squirrel's tail, has grown so long that it hangs down to her arms, and is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage style. Greek princess braid.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
At least, compared to the girl standing next to her.
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
Vera's face turned slightly red. After hesitating for a while, she stared at the paper on the table and said.
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
"Why...are you always obsessed with the Riemann Hypothesis?"
"I... am not as persistent as you said, but he gave me light when I was most helpless."
"Molina..."
only…
Molina: "But that was many years ago, wasn't it?"
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
Vera's face suddenly turned red and she quickly said: "Sorry... I'm not that one."
Vera was silent for a while and nodded.
Vera looked at her puzzled.
The top four journals like "Annals of Mathematics" are more difficult.
"Thank you," Molina leaned on the back of the chair with her right hand and said with a smile, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."
Vera gave her an encouraging look and said softly.
Indeed, she also knew that it was many years ago.
However, after so many years, only its challengers have fallen, and no one has ever forced this evil dragon to take a step back.
Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, tilted her head: "What's wrong?"
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
It took a month to come up with the idea, and another two months to try, but the final result was the conclusion that had been reached in 1990.
In short, the two are now in the same research group, striving for the same goal—the Riemann Hypothesis.
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
She wasn't even sure if Lu Zhou still remembered what she looked like.
"Why...are you always obsessed with the Riemann Hypothesis?"
Indeed, she also knew that it was many years ago.
Although she always remembered what he looked like...
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."
Vera opened her mouth slightly, and finally sat next to her, was silent for a while, and then asked.
"Let's see... Oh, God, you are even stricter than my doctoral supervisor." Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, rubbed her brows, grabbed a pen from the table, and stretched out He slowly sat up straight.
She wasn't even sure if Lu Zhou still remembered what she looked like.
"Me too," Molina smiled, lightly sprayed the empty mug on the table with her index finger, and continued, "Mathematics gave me the same thing."
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
Vera said seriously: "You really should take a break."
Compared to three years ago, her stature has not changed much. The only difference is that her short ponytail, which was always like a squirrel's tail, has grown so long that it hangs down to her arms, and is combed into a beautiful and easy-to-manage style. Greek princess braid.
Molina pursed her lips and smiled.
Vera looked at her puzzled.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
"But why is it the Riemann Hypothesis?"
"But why is it the Riemann Hypothesis?"
Hearing this question, Molina teased in a rhetorical tone: "Like why are you obsessed with that man?"
On the other side of the world.
Molina pursed her lips and smiled.
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
The feeling of staying up late and having a liver attack is not pleasant, and it is a burden on both the shoulders and lumbar spine. Although she entered school at an early age, she cannot be considered young after receiving her PhD and becoming a lecturer at Princeton University.
On the other side of the world.
"Let's talk about this again when we have a chance."
Although she always remembered what he looked like...
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
With that said, Molina stood up from the chair, but because she was too tired, her body staggered and fell to the side. Fortunately, Vera stood up immediately and supported her, preventing her from tripping.
Unlike other subjects, mathematical research is not entirely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is excellent enough or interesting, it can be a reason for publication. In particular, "Chronicles of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "loose" to papers produced by Princeton.
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In the activity room of a library close to the apartment, Vera placed a stack of papers on the table, opened a certain page in the paper, and swept her slender index finger along the lines of calculations, finally stopping in the middle. position, he said softly.
Vera was silent for a while and nodded.
Vera opened her mouth.
At least, compared to the girl standing next to her.
"Thank you," Molina leaned on the back of the chair with her right hand and said with a smile, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."
Unlike other subjects, mathematical research is not entirely result-oriented. Sometimes, although a very beautiful answer is not obtained, if the process is excellent enough or interesting, it can be a reason for publication. In particular, "Chronicles of Mathematics", although it is no longer run by Princeton, is still relatively "loose" to papers produced by Princeton.
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.
She wasn't even sure if Lu Zhou still remembered what she looked like.
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
Vera opened her mouth.
"Me too," Molina smiled, lightly sprayed the empty mug on the table with her index finger, and continued, "Mathematics gave me the same thing."
"... There is a problem with the calculation on line 11 on page 27 of the paper."
Vera's face suddenly turned red and she quickly said: "Sorry... I'm not that one."
Vera looked at her puzzled.
Vera's face suddenly turned red and she quickly said: "Sorry... I'm not that one."
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
Molina pursed her lips and smiled.
As for why she and Vera got together, it's a long story.
Vera opened her mouth.
Vera opened her mouth slightly, and finally sat next to her, was silent for a while, and then asked.
"Me too," Molina smiled, lightly sprayed the empty mug on the table with her index finger, and continued, "Mathematics gave me the same thing."
"Thank you," Molina leaned on the back of the chair with her right hand and said with a smile, "If he doesn't want you, just marry me."
"I was just joking, don't take it seriously."
"Let's see... Oh, God, you are even stricter than my doctoral supervisor." Molina, who had dark circles under her eyes, rubbed her brows, grabbed a pen from the table, and stretched out He slowly sat up straight.
Molina, on the other hand, is still fighting hard on this topic. Even though she has changed from a doctoral student to a lecturer at Princeton University, this has not changed.
As she spoke, she blinked, picked up the papers on the table, held them against her chest, and walked away quickly.
She also felt that she must be crazy for actually starting to study Sir Atiyah's thesis.
When Molina was still studying for her PhD, Sophie Morel was her mentor. The two had collaborated for a long time on the critical line problem of the Riemann Hypothesis, but after Sophie Morel After losing the Nobel Prize that she had been competing for for 18 years, Sophie gave up on the difficult nut of the Riemann Hypothesis and turned to research on other topics. Now she is doing pretty well.
Although saying this may be a bit disrespectful to the late Sir Attiyah, many people had such thoughts long before his death, and finally returned in anger.
She said the last half of the sentence in a comforting way.