"Did you read Song He's post? He said he only took a few months to prove the Song He Manifold!"
"God! Was he showing off on purpose?"
"What? It took me seven or eight years to achieve something this great, and he only needed a few months?"
"Despair! So the reason I didn't win the Fields Medal wasn't bad luck—it was because I'm genuinely stupid! A genius makes the slightest move and casually surpasses my entire lifetime of hard work!"
"Song He actually encouraged students to work hard in his post. Which mathematician doesn't work hard? We spend ten or eight years on a single problem. Don't we work harder than him? Is this something hard work can solve?"
"Is he showing off on purpose, or does he genuinely not know what our lives are like?"
"He's showing off! He's mocking us! Absolutely vile! I'll find the mistake in his proof steps no matter what!"
"Right! Find his mistake! Teach him to hold a proper sense of awe!"
"Who's at the venue? Take photos of the proof steps and send them to the group. We'll look for mistakes together!"
The mathematicians in the entire group were in a state of emotional collapse. Some lowered their heads dejectedly after breaking down and couldn't help wondering whether they had chosen the wrong career path. Others were furious, shouting that they would hunt down Song He's mistakes.
Before long, a group member who had gone to the venue tossed out a string of photos. They naturally showed the blackboard covered in Chu Long's writing.
As soon as the photos appeared, the group chat, which had been clamorous moments ago, suddenly fell silent.
Song He thought they had gone quiet because they were reading the steps, but another notification appeared before him.
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