"Can't you speak like a normal person if you don't understand it? What the hell is all this? I've studied the Hodge Conjecture for ten years and never seen such an incomprehensible way of writing!"
I clicked open his profile. He was an associate professor at Waterloo University.
The veins on Song He's forehead throbbed. Isn't that obvious? If you'd seen this kind of writing before, you would've solved the Millennium Prize Problems already. If you're bad at it, practice more!
He cursed inwardly, but held himself back from arguing with the man. Trading insults with a second-rate scholar would only raise the other party's profile.
What if the guy later bragged that he had engaged in an academic debate with Song He? He couldn't let him have that chance!
"There are way too many self-created tools. Do you really have to use all of them? I can't understand a thing! There are perfectly good mathematical tools available, yet he keeps inventing bizarre, unconventional things. It only exposes how poor his mathematical foundation is!"
Song He froze. My mathematical foundation is poor?
He opened the other man's profile. He was some teacher at Michigan University. His photograph looked exactly like the stereotypical roughneck redneck. His profile was full of posts cursing and arguing with fellow scholars. He used words beginning with F like commas, which was astounding!
Song He could more or less imagine the man's lifestyle. Every morning, he opened his eyes, went online, and started cursing. He attacked everyone he saw. Being a mathematics teacher hadn't made him any more refined; it had merely concentrated his online attacks in the mathematics section.
Scrolling down, Song He found that people were even repeatedly questioning whether the man was a fraud.
"Previously, nobody could understand Song He's conjecture. Now nobody