January 3, 2021.
"Professor, I'm here to ask for leave. I also want to apply for an exemption from the Mathematical Analysis exam."
In Liu Bin's office, Xiao Yi walked in and spoke to Liu Bin.
Looking at Xiao Yi before him, Liu Bin took the exemption application form he handed over and asked with a smile, "You're leaving the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded.
Princeton's annual mathematics conference was set to officially begin on January 8, and his dedicated Twin Prime Conjecture report conference would also be held that day. As the presenter, he naturally had to arrive several days early to prepare.
"Are you confident?"
"Yes."
Xiao Yi nodded in reply.
"The Twin Prime Conjecture..." Liu Bin shook his head, filled with emotion.
"I remember you once said that your greatest enjoyment in mathematics was solving all kinds of difficult problems. Did the Twin Prime Conjecture meet your requirements?"
"Well..."
Xiao Yi rubbed his chin, then answered with a smile, "Before solving it, I might have thought that if I really proved it, I would definitely feel an immense sense of fulfillment."
"But now that a month has passed, I may not feel quite so fulfilled anymore."
"Recently, I've also been thinking about what problem I should continue researching next."
Liu Bin laughed. "That makes sense. Just as people digest their food after eating their fill, I suppose I can understand you."
For anyone, if they could solve the Twin Prime Conjecture, even if they never achieved anything else afterward, they would still earn people's respect for the rest of their lives.
Just like Perelman, who had proven the Poincaré Conjecture, one of the Millennium Prize Problems, eighteen years ago. Although he had disappeared from the mathematics world only a few years later, his name still