Rapidly tapping away for half an hour left his phone—and his fingers—aching.
Especially since many mathematical symbols could not be typed directly. He had to spend ages switching input methods, and the hassle made him want to puke blood.
Half an hour into the lecture, Song He finally finished typing the first solution to Dewitt's problem and sent the email!
After sending it, all he could do was wait quietly for a reply. He nervously put away his phone, then looked up and listened to the lecture.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the Lecture Hall was almost like a university classroom.
Only some people were looking up to listen. Most of them were middle-aged or elderly scholars past the age limit, while many heads were bent over desks, busy calculating. The young scholars were all clearly still doing their utmost to crack Dewitt's problem.
Song He prayed silently. Hopefully no one submits faster!
Restaurant.
Lectures were being held in all the major Lecture Halls, and the scholars had gone to attend them. The restaurant was deserted, with only two white-haired old men sitting at a table in the corner—one in a chair and the other in a wheelchair.
Old men generally ate slowly. At their age, there was little left worth hurrying over; enjoying their food was what mattered.
As they ate, the phone on the table began to vibrate.
Dewitt picked up his phone and glanced at it, delighted. "Someone sent me an answer to the problem!"
"Who?" Deng Puhe raised his brows slightly.
"Evariste Galois. Just hearing that name tells you he was groomed toward mathematics from childhood." Dewitt smiled. "I have some impression of him."
Deng Puhe also took out his phone and searched the summit's roster. He quickly pulled up the information.
"Galois, a