The rest of the International Congress of Mathematicians basically had nothing to do with Xiao Yi.
Well, there was still a small connection. At every International Congress of Mathematicians, each prize-winning mathematician was specially assigned a lecture by the organizing committee. For example, a Chern Prize recipient would give a Chern Prize Lecture, while a Gauss Prize recipient would give a Gauss Prize Lecture.
Naturally, Fields Medal winners also had a Fields Medal Lecture.
The lectures were basically for sharing the joy of receiving the award, as well as experiences and insights gained during their study of mathematics, followed by exchanges with the audience and answers to questions.
The lecture content was generally improvised, since before the congress officially began, no one could have expected to win an award.
Xiao Yi's lecture was scheduled for the eighth day, and quite a few people attended. Everyone probably wanted to know how this genius had managed to win a Fields Medal at the age of nineteen.
There were far too many questions they wanted to ask him.
What could Xiao Yi even say in response?
He certainly couldn't say that his learning efficiency was twenty times that of an ordinary person, could he?
Naturally, he once again told these foreigners everything he had said to Liang Qiuhao and the others that day.
They marveled at his diligence while also marveling at his talent.
Quite a few media reporters were in attendance for his lecture. Once it ended, they would probably hype him up again.
However, with the end of this lecture, the International Congress of Mathematicians truly had nothing more to do with Xiao Yi.
Of course, by the eighth day, the congress was already drawing to a close. The closing ceremony began the following evening.
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