The output was incredibly fierce, but it only lasted three minutes.
Song He's fingers stopped on the keyboard. His attempt to prove the result had reached a dead end.
As expected, the Song He Manifold wasn't something that could be created casually. A Fields Medal-level achievement couldn't be accomplished in one stroke. To win the world's top award and challenge the limits of mathematics with a mortal body, one would have to shed a layer of skin even if one didn't die trying!
His mathematical level was still too low. A mere level-10 Grandmaster trying to win the Fields Medal was no different from smashing an egg against a rock. Charging ahead recklessly was a waste of time. The only path to improvement was continued study!
Song He searched for cutting-edge papers on his computer and began patiently working his way through them, one by one.
But academic journals were as vast as the sea. Which direction should he study to save the most time?
An idea flashed through his mind. He messaged Deng Puhe and asked for a list of attendees at this year's International Mathematics Summit, then searched for papers by the attendees' names.
Everyone who could attend was a prominent figure in the mathematical world. Focusing on their recent research meant locking onto the cutting edge of mathematical development as a whole!
Two cups of amber-colored black tea sat on the table, filling the room with fragrance.
The old man pulled open a drawer, took out a document, and tossed it onto the table. "Sign it. Once you do, I'll tell you."
Katerina flipped through the document, her expression changing slightly. This wasn't an ordinary confidentiality agreement. It was more like...a spy contract!
"I don't want to be a spy." Katerina warily pushed the document back.