Once the two finished talking and turned off their cameras, the venue erupted into another prolonged round of applause. Many mathematicians had stood listening the entire time—even some elderly men who had difficulty standing had stubbornly remained on their feet.
Such a scene was rarely seen at previous International Congresses of Mathematicians!
Song He removed his mask, put on a face mask, and continued watching with his girlfriend.
"You've reached the summit of the mathematics world, and you've taken me with you," Xiang Xiaotong said with a smile.
"The summit? What kind of summit is this?" Song He shook his head. "We're only halfway up the mountain!"
"The Fields Medal doesn't count as reaching the summit? What does?" Xiang Xiaotong asked in surprise.
"There are still plenty of prizes. We could aim for a small Grand Slam of the two highest honors, right? Like Shing-Tung Yau, who won both the Fields Medal and the Wolf Prize. Or like Michael Atiyah, who won both the Fields Medal and the Abel Prize." Song He counted on his fingers.
"Above a Grand Slam, we could try for a Grand Slam of the highest level. Deligne, Serre, Thompson, and Milnor all achieved that. They each won the three top prizes—the Fields Medal, Wolf Prize, and Abel Prize."
Xiang Xiaotong could not help laughing. "You really are insatiable. Don't worry. You've already solved the Millennium Prize Problems. The remaining prizes are only a matter of time! You'll definitely complete the Grand Slam bit by bit!"
"Would I be satisfied after completing the Grand Slam?" Song He raised an eyebrow. "Should we try for a double Grand Slam?"
"You've gone crazy!" Xiang Xiaotong covered her face.
*"Crazy? General Wang even assigned us work, asking us to help solve the Navier-Stokes Equations. If we really solve them